Apparently, it’s o.k. for someone to show up at the front door of a stranger and tell them how depressed and lonely they are. That’s what one of my neighbors did to me last week. I’m depressed and lonely myself, but I’m not about to lead with that statement when trying to make a new friend. I guess that tactic worked for my neighbor though, because I’ve seen him leaving the apartments of several other neighbors, having apparently been invited in to visit. So I guess he’s not lonely anymore.
I’m left feeling both relieved and confused. Relieved, because I don’t have to take on the problems of someone I barely know, when I’m still trying to cope with my own. I’m confused, however, as to why my neighbor’s approaching others in such a needy manner worked for him. Why does he now appear to have a more active social life than myself? Do other people enjoy listening to someone they barely known moan about how much their life sucks, when that person should be telling a professional?
And yes, I realize how ironic that sounds, since that is exactly what I’m doing with this blog. I see a therapist weekly though, and she actually recommended that I start blogging, agreeing with me that it was fine to do so anonymously, so that possible future employers don’t find out how screwed up I am from searching my name online.