luxury disease? The feeling of emptiness won't go away.
I've always been told “I don't have that.” No matter what I do, I'm better than average, and I'm not good at it, and I'm not good at it. Overall, it's half-hearted.
My studies are average in all subjects, my appearance is OK, my parents' house is a bit rich... I can do a decent job no matter what I do, such as work or work. (It was after hard work.)
Also, I have a half-hearted personality, etc., and although I have a lot of things and hobbies I like... I'm not enthusiastic enough to talk about it, I have habits that I'm not good at socializing with people... I have few friends... I don't have any trouble with my boyfriend because I'm liked by the opposite sex, but I'm a strange person... I feel like I'm a common sense person.
Since ancient times, only skill and luck have been good, and they produce better results than ability or amount of effort.
However, no matter what, number 1 is impossible; number 2 to 3. There's nothing I'm really good at or bad at. They couldn't put it either above or below.
They have a half-hearted personality, so they don't always have a place to stay. There is no place for any group or class.
I'm seriously worried, but since it really “can do it quite well,” people say, “People who don't have that. An adult-like person. Serious person. Hard working people” = “uninteresting people. A surprisingly bad person when you open the lid. A person who isn't cute. A person who is too humble.” It makes me think that.
Also, since they are uselessly liked by men, it seems that there are times when women think “men are taking advantage of them,” and they are not particularly liked by women...
I have a lot of stuff.
A job, kind parents, a fiancee, money, education, youth, intelligence, dexterity, appearance... what else do you want? I think so myself.
Everything can be done by myself to some extent, and I have it, and I've never really wanted anything.
I know it's just a luxury disease. After I realized that there are times when my worries hurt people, I stopped talking about them. But I can't stop feeling it. I hate myself because I'm so ugly. That's why I don't think I can make friends.
It's just, the whole time, empty.
I don't even know how to explain it myself.
1. What should I do about this feeling?
2. How should I find someone who is a good match for me? (How to make a place outside of home)
I want to know.
I would be happy if you could lend me some wisdom.
