Maybe it's an incel trait, or in general, the trait of a loser who can't aspire to anything else, but when I was younger (19-24 yo) and I still had "friends" (Friends is a saying, because basically they invited me to be with them to watch football and pay the restaurant bills in rotation) I used to rejoice at the achievements of those colleagues.
When they got married, I was the one who felt happiest and out of my happiness, it seemed like I was the one who got married; When a friend wanted to get a job that he had wanted for a long time, I was there worrying about him all the time and when He got it, I was so happy for him that I even cried, for him, and then for me: I cried for him because I genuinely felt great compassion for him, and I cried for myself because I would never have that kind of joy in my life. And so with everything else and important news other known people had, but, my turn never came: My opportunity to achieve my dreams and my goals never came.
And now, on this Saturday, depressive, as always in this part of the planet, I think, and sadly I realize that no one was ever happy for me, for anything. No one was happy for me like I was happy for them...
When they got married, I was the one who felt happiest and out of my happiness, it seemed like I was the one who got married; When a friend wanted to get a job that he had wanted for a long time, I was there worrying about him all the time and when He got it, I was so happy for him that I even cried, for him, and then for me: I cried for him because I genuinely felt great compassion for him, and I cried for myself because I would never have that kind of joy in my life. And so with everything else and important news other known people had, but, my turn never came: My opportunity to achieve my dreams and my goals never came.
And now, on this Saturday, depressive, as always in this part of the planet, I think, and sadly I realize that no one was ever happy for me, for anything. No one was happy for me like I was happy for them...
