Life. I'm in my 40's, work in a call center job (so that's 40 hours of cancer right there), live in a dead bedroom relationship (last fucked 6 years ago and have given up all hope there, looking at good-looking women makes me sad if anything) because I can't afford to live on my own, given up on applying to jobs in the retard Canadian city I live in because my prior education and work experience from a first-world country doesn't count for shit here and minimum-wage retail is the only work I could actually get, spent 19 months out of the last 3 years unemployed so there go my chances of ever getting a corporate job ever again, and don't have enough to fly back to the country I came from so at least I might get a job from people who think like me, recently took some certifications to change careers but what'd you know you need experience in the career field I'm changing into to actually get a job in that career field, given up on anti-depression meds as being a constipated, nauseous zombie with a leaky butt really isn't for me despite once in a while thinking about stepping off the subway platform and making the city 20 minutes late for work, no longer read books for fun as working for a bookstore chain killed my love of reading and I stopped telling jokes in empty rooms above bars because the comedy market in my city is retarded and geared to worthless comedy chain hacks, given up on socially interacting with people here as I am from a different time and country, have a different education and my popular culture references are unknown here plus I don't really have anything in common with anyone here at all oh and I'm 10 pounds overweight so many of my clothes are starting to not fit because my hatred of my job has stopped me going for a run. Or maybe the original weight loss was the appetite suppresive effect of the depression meds I used to take.