Sleep is often the best cure. I went to bed last night at 7:30 and slept hard for 11 hours. I finally felt somewhat refreshed. It doesn’t help to have to push yourself so much that you lack sleep. It keeps you from thinking clearly. Soon I will leave my 8:30-5:30 job behind and time will do as I please.
I got over this incident fairly well thanks to the lessons I’ve learned in the past. Remembering them is always the problem. One of the primary lessons is to notice that your thoughts are in control. Control your thoughts and you will be in control. Sometimes you need to let it out though. Repressing thoughts can only be done for so long before it builds up to explosive levels. Google Mindfulness. It’s not an easy technique but it is very powerful.
If the problem is chronic like loneliness due to invisibility, thoughts are not the solution, only a band-aid. However you have to use the tools you have on hand.
Fortunately I have things to look forward to like my new land purchase, retirement and house construction. It helps a lot to have a purpose and goal. I think my personal social life may best begin after I move to my small town destination. People are friendlier in a small town and I feel confident that I will have time and motivation at that point to find someone to share some my life with. Working full time really takes it out of you. I don’t know how the regular people do it.
Big shout out to Phillip in the UK who wrote to me about being in the same boat. Wish you were here, Phillip. (Or I was there.) A boat full of people is not a lonely place. (Unless you count the last cruise I went on. Bunch of ignorers.) Hang in there. Our time has to come eventually. Right? Surely. A wise man one said, “Patience you must have.” I certainly hope he was right.
I’m feeling much better now. Perhaps it was just being around people at work to help one not feel lonely. I may be in trouble when I retire in this respect. Fortunately there are other ways of being around others. I will still get a part time job to help fill the lonely hours and there’s also volunteering at places. I just have to make sure I don’t end up sitting at home alone with a gun in my mouth. Nah. Never happen. I’ll never own a gun.