Unctuous wrote:I am concerned because I think having a family would be great, but I don't see how it's possible with how rarely I think about getting to know people. I get home from work every day and go "Oops, didn't reach out again. Did I really want to?" Actually most days I don't even get to "Oops" and just carry on. I don't really feel why anyone would like me (or rather, why a person would like another person). I can list the personality traits of people I get along with and the fun I have talking with them -- and it is fun -- but it's obviously not enough. If it were enough I would be reaching out and not deliberating about reaching out, and wouldn't be posting about said deliberation.
I went through the exact same thing at your age. For several years I lived in a house with several room mates, and on weekends they would all go out, usually to bars or clubs. The drive I felt to join them and go out and meet someone was always squandered when I actually did go out, because I rarely, if ever, had fun. Because of this, over time, that drive to find someone I could connect with started to feel like an obligation, which took some of the "fun" out of it. I put the word fun in quotations because it never really
was fun. As in Emillionth's example, it was more like being forced to practice piano when all I really wanted to do was listen.
Things became more difficult when I got my own place. At last, I had all of the isolation I wanted, but thinking about making the effort to reach out and try to connect wit someone became more of a chore. It's difficult to
want to want something but to lack the incentive to do something about it.
The thing I never realized back then is that I was actually living the lifestyle I preferred. But the cloud created by this feeling that I shouldn't be alone prevented me from seeing that.
Do you know what finally convinced me that maybe I wasn't cut out to be in a relationship? Having them. I was bored, I felt smothered, and I constantly told myself
no, this isn't the right person. Try again.Even now I'm not really asking for help in getting a friendship or romance, I'm just concerned I'll be starving for one in the future as so many others are.
So was I.
But eventually, the constant feeling that I was missing out on something I didn't want all that badly, the guilt I began to feel for being "lazy" and staying solitary (where I was most comfortable) began to fade.
I thought about those days I would wake up and say to myself "Tonight I'm going to go out and meet someone". Those were some bad days; I knew I didn't want to go to some noisy club or dank bar. It cast a shadow over my whole day. As the day drew on, determination turned to dread. Sure, I wanted to hook up, but at what cost?
Over time, my mind put it all together, and when I finally realized deep down that it was not going to make me happy like it did for people on TV, I came to terms with it, painlessly. The passing of time has a way of helping you make up your mind about difficult, complicated things.
Your drives are a little different than mine, though. I never wanted a family. I'm hoping some of the married schizoids jump on this thread because they might be able to relate to what you're saying better than me.
Also, for what it's worth, there was no internet back when I was your age, so you have an option I never had. I'm not sure how things would have played out for me if I could have made attempts to connect without having to immerse myself in environments I found distasteful.