The reality is far from that though. This kind of perception isn't healthy though. I'm the poster child for everything going wrong. Shitty job out of school, multiple jobs with bad managers, absolutely no girlfriend and not even close to marriage, and now unemployed at 30. Unemployed and moving back home after trying for 7 months to break into a trade. Can't afford to keep my own place. With moving back home, I pretty much isolate myself because no one really wants to hang out, especially ladies. Not all of them anyway. What a lot of people don't realize or ask is that I spend so much time at home, it is actually feasible for me. Plus my summer toy is stored there so I can always work on it whenever I feel bored.
I'm a different type of person. Never partied or gotten drunk. Always the good boy doing everything for everybody. I learned a hard lesson from that. Have a backbone. When I developed that, all my so called friends disappeared. It seems I do everything wrong because I get treated like crap and get used, even if I don't try to let it happen. I'm at a place in my life where I seriously ask this question. "Why the hell am I even here?". I take things too literally, am passionate, caring, outspoken (lately), have a good sense of humour, attentive, a gentleman, honest, loyal, trusting, and most importantly a great lover (that one is for you ladies...lol).
You can call it a rant or rave or venting. I just need to put my thoughts down or I'll explode. I know one person will slap me if she reads this but she has been busy with her own life, so I apologize now :).
So at the game of life, I'm currently in last place...