Some will choose that because they are not trying hard enough. But its not even hard, many our age shoot too much opportunities down in their life. We can't be too picky, we can't expect perfection.
Ice cream, pizza, a good steak, nothing to do & a lot of other things in life are enjoyable. Want to really think about enjoying life?
Take a trip to the crippled children's hospital in Hershey Pa. If you are lucky enough to see kids with legs so deformed they can't walk wheeling themselves around in wheel chairs laughing and playing wheel chair tag. That just might make you appreciate the joy of walking to your refrigerator to get some food that you didn't have to grow.
Well, it's easy to generalize about others but none of us know each other's reality or life circumstances.
You can assume I just didn't try hard enough or I'm not being grateful for the things I have, but I could say to you all....
"Sure, that's an easy thing to say for those who've been happily married for years and have their spouse/significant other in the next room watching TV or reading, etc".
But I don't know any of you, so I'd just be assuming.
As for ice cream, pizza and steak... all foods I cannot indulge in due to Type 2 Diabetes (under control because I stay away from those foods) and high blood pressure, which requires I keep the sodium to a minimum. But even if I could eat all those things, so what? That would be no substitute for love and companionship.
I've spent my life counting my blessings and you know what? I'm sick of it. I'm tired of pretending life's crumbs are a three layer birthday cake. Screw it.
And as for seeing physically handicapped children, I have not only seen my share, but worked with them as a volunteer teacher's assistant at a local elementary school that has a special unit designed specifically for small children who were born with everything from spinal defects, to deformed extremities to deafness and blindness. Seen them and felt sympathy for them. Counted my blessings.
"There but for...." etc, etc.
But just because life or God or the Flying Spaghetti Monster or whoever/whatever it was, decided to crap on their lives even worse than he crapped on the lives of me and others like me, is no reason why I cannot or should not be pissed off over other people being allowed to have the things I was denied.
And understand... I'm not talking about wealth or material junk. I have never had a desire for any of that.
All I've ever wanted in life was love and companionship. To have met a nice, average young girl when I was young enough to have enjoyed life with a girl like that as a spouse. Having a decent paying job. Buying a decent, regular middle class home. Starting a nice little family. Having some good friends and building a regular, everyday life like most people do.
All things, aside from a decent paying job, which I had, I was denied.
So my attitude has changed from
"Well at least I've got....." to....
"Screw it."
Sure, I might have a paid off house and car and money in the bank, but I live in that house alone and everywhere I go in my car, I go alone, as I have done for the past 40 years.
So in reality, in that sense, I have nothing.
Am I feeling sorry for myself?
Maybe just a little bit.
But so what? I feel I'm entitled to.
Mainly I'm just pissed off and disgusted.
BTW.... it wasn't always this way. When I was young, I dated a lot and always had nice girlfriends.
For whatever reason, after college, I just stopped being able to meet people and the ones I met, were always people I just had nothing in common with.
Why?
Never have figured that out.
Crappy luck, I guess.
Or, a case of life gave me nothing to enjoy, as I queried about in an earlier post.