I am finding it increasingly hard to be positive in any way. All my problems are hanging over me like a group of vultures waiting to descend on my weakened body like the angels of death.
Being happy and having a good sense of humour are the best methods of attracting and befriending other people. Of course the trouble is that after years of mental health problems, depression and isolation there is very little optimism or humour left in me. So the loneliest and saddest people get even lonelier. The weak get weaker. Society keeps them at a distance and does not let them in if they be faulty. Human behaviour through millions of years of evolution is just as big a barrier as is the individual’s mental state.Their only hope is to pull themselves out of the mire by chance and pretend to be happy and the same as everyone else in order to be liked and accepted by everyone else. I can’t be bothered to pretend any more.