You are insane if you believe that the story would be same without Fiona as Ogre. Shrek is unique and in this fantasy cartoon he finds easly: 1.A job 2. Friends 3. another unique female perfect fit for him. In real life the guy who lives in trash will easily die alone in a routine of meanless with hardly half of this listed things.
Shrek change his life not because his will. He was forced to leave his swamp and then lucky he found the mostly friendly creatures, plus the only lady around that knows what is to be an ogre. So what we talking about?
You can be positive at end because you have save something with your work. I have your age, never work a single day of my life, I don’t have a bank account, I’m just living with my 70yo parent and keep going with his money that is the wage of essential worker. Where I am going? Enjoy what? What ride? I only see that probably I have to work like a slave in future, and that’s it.
I’m glad to finally read someone that’s say something real. Its all about lying, yes I educate myself and I even try to fake a fair enough resumee. I realize this is the only way to hope for something. I don’t have special abilities, not good at math, coding boring me. I try a lot of thing in this life, I am in a training program now, but things move slowly, I’m 35, I should have a wife by now, an happy place called home, but looks so far away, looks even that I lost the train to having that life. Feeling already old even if I do nothing, life ask things I dont have. Stupid things like a car, I don’t want it, I don’t like it, but people want me to have it. This example apply to everything. In order to have something I wish for I need to want something I don’t like, that’s so stupid and I feel bad.
I think human interaction change with times that tell us what we need to have to be good as friend. I am also running from people but not because I can’t deal with conflict but because shame. I spend many time to understand and shame is mine final answer. I am ashamed of my dirty apartment in my father garage, I am ashamed of not having a degree, a job, the will of even find an occupation. Then I ashamed of my body, fat and full of scars of heavy loss of height. Simple I am just a monster, that lives only because parents keep alive. What kind of friend can be possible be? That’s there reason to escape. This why not everyone can have interactions.
Same, people keep me asking, why don’t you have whatsup, facebook, instagram or gmail? Fucking hell, we living in a dystopia where everyone need this apps as basic, corporation win and everyone clapping like monkeys.
I don’t blame you, and I think I understand the pain, I’ve been repeating myself for the last ten years that I’ve already died, I still repeat it before bed. I share disinterest in the facts in the world, you are fully right in the interested only to your realities like yourself and your family, I don’t think there is much more when you were born as excluded, I feel so myself, my battle has become another. I no longer seek my happiness because I don’t think I’m suitable for it. But, you are the obvious proof that there are people with the same sensations, and then my purpose is now to try to find the closest physically to me and approach it as throwing me into a pit of thorns wirhout any fear.