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Why didn't anyone warn me about how lonely your 30s can be/are? All my friends smell of weed or little babies. I'm lucky to have a job that gives me an inordinate amount of free time, and I do try really hard to live my life, but it's really fucking lonely and seems pointless a lot of the time.
When I'm not rotting in front of the television, I'm doing other things to fill my time. I like gardening, a lot. Quilting too. But everything just feels like I'm in transition from one place to another, waiting for the affliction of crow's feet and wondering whether it's finally time to learn what a vericose vein is.
Part of me wonders whether I'm just suffering from FOMO. Is it really worth it, exchanging my time and freedom for someone else's company? What do you think?
I absolutely love meeting people, but I have bad social anxiety, so I'm not looking for a date for this Friday night. What do you do to pass your time? What's your favorite kind of tree?
About me: Pisces-Aries cusper, eldest child, cat lady, anxious gardener, butterfly breeder.
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