im almost 30, and my mother still believes i am heading for a nice job, a nice wife, lots of nice friends and nice things.
i know why she believes it, shes nice and all... but sometimes i wish they could just be realistic about stuff.
forcefully tidying my room, against my will, will do nothing to improve my quality of life. nothing.
I agree about the last part but I don't think you should give up all hope about getting a job or a wife
pff, im not _going to_ end up allone, i HAVE ended up allone.
its just a matter of acceptance.
the last relationship i had, that was not a hopeless idiotic online thing was when i was 7, and i got to kiss this neighbor chick. of course i was all aspie and nonchalant about it.
point is, im not going out with people, im not going to school with lots of people. im not surrounded by people at all. i need _years_ to get to know someone, and that is one very simple blockage against EVER having a real relationship: all chicks, all of them, will need to know if the guy they know is going to be a lover OR a friend within a much much shorter time, preferably just days or at longest weeks.
know ANY girl for longer than months, and youll only be a friend.
i dont even have any female friends, hell i barely got friends at all.
its just a matter of acceptance.
sure ill probably get laid a few more times before i finally grow old and die, but once your 30 (and aspie) and still single, you pretty much HAVE _ended_ up allone.
there's also the odds-game:
in my total 28 years of life, ive met: 2 chicks who's personality was truly desireable to me. 1 of them showed an interest back, and she just broke up all contact for no reason.
so... by those maths, ill meet my next interesting chick when im 45, and one who likes me back when im 60.