Bitter Old Man

I'm afraid if things don't change I'll end up a bitter old man. I don't know about you guys, but I don't want a hard heart.

I've actually been accused of being a bitter old man before, and being that I am under 20, it was a bit of a... shock, to say the least >.>;I guess it may be because I am a bit of a prude, and most people probably see me as rather aloof. Spending the rest of my life sitting on a porch with a shotgun across my lap so to speak also doesn't appeal to me too much <.<.

I'm 28-years-old. There's nothing I can do to overcome my loneliness. I can't make someone want to be my friend. I can't make someone fall in love with me.

I just can't seem to connect with people in a meaningful way. I keep everybody at arm's length. I want to feel close to someone. I want someone to feel close to me. But I don't know how to make that happen.

Its definitely not easy.... at least not for me, im a few years younger then you. and have been married for four years to a girl i first started talking to when i was 14. you would think after being together for around 10 years, and married for 4 years i wouldnt have issues. I cant talk to her about anything, i always keep to myself. She thinks i intentionally do the things i do, to push her away, which makes alot of sense really. I dont feel like i can ever really have a meaningful relationship with anyone. I cant even hardly say 'I love you' to her, and any physical contact seems to scare me, to the point where i avoid it. Which of course makes our relationship very strained....

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I have also caught myself thinking "Damn hoodlums!" when I see people acting rowdy I think that might have also helped with some people seeing me as an old man >.>; I normally don't speak out about it, but if pressed about it I will show my general dislike for it >.>;

Hungry Ghost wrote:I'm afraid if things don't change I'll end up a bitter old man.

I appear to be much older than most posting here. I am bitter. So, I guess I am a bitter old man.

I keep trying. I feel hurt. I withdraw. I try again. I guess I see possibilities for success often enough to keep my hoping and trying. I wish success were not so elusive.

Just how old are you?