I don’t really count as an artist, and I … guess mid 30s counts as old?
But I am finally in a living situation where I am not harassed by mentally unstable, incompetent narcissists, who seemingly invent a new neurosis that is now also my problem every week.
I finally have solitude, and can interact with people on my own terms, at my own pace, and I’ve seriously never had better baseline mental health.
I don’t really count as an artist, and I … guess mid 30s counts as old?
But I am finally in a living situation where I am not harassed by mentally unstable, incompetent narcissists, who seemingly invent a new neurosis that is now also my problem every week.
I finally have solitude, and can interact with people on my own terms, at my own pace, and I’ve seriously never had better baseline mental health.
I am loving the shit out of being a recluse!
Wait until you get to your late 40s.
I wish I didn’t get so god damn lonely, interacting with humans is such a chore.
Get a dog, they’re way better to talk to than humans.