When life is too perfect...

I grew up in a perfect setting. Perfect family. Not too rich. Comfortable. I had an awesome education. My parents were both teachers in a small town surrounded by nature. Nice comfortable house, devoted parents, cottage, cats and dogs. No major diseases around me. No one died. No traumas, nothing.

I was good at sports and music. Had awesome grades at school. I'm a pretty guy, too. Had a lots of nice girls. Had a nice older brother who set the limits to respectable behaviour, and a caring, funny older sister.

I manged to have nice friends too, despite the fact that there was a lot of jealousy among my peers. I've never been the type of guy who talks too much about his success.

Then came the sabotage. For some reason, when I entered college, I started to party hard. I failed a lot of exams deliberately, giving opposite answers to easy questions.

I attended university. Took me 5 years to complete a 3-year diploma without studying much. Moved in with an awesome girl and screw it all up. Moved in with a roommate, had sex with her within 3 weeks. Moved out. Moved. Moved again. Moved every year in the same town.

Got a nice job. Fucked it all up because I was convinced I was too smart for my boss. Met another awesome girl. Moved back with her in a very small town. Hated my job, hated myself. Girlfirend got sick of it. She left me.

Moved back to the town where I studied. I rent a place in the worst neighborhood you could find.

I don't shave that much. I dress like a hobo even though I recently spent lots of money on clothing. I am unemployed. I spend my days doing nothing except playing poker on the net (actually winning some money!) and playing guitar.

I drink, smoke. At least I shower every day. I am unorganized. I dont keep a promise. I didnt call my brother for his birthday.

I fucked up my relationship with all my friends because I fucked my best friend's wife (see http://forums.wtf.com/showthread.php?t=55718"]http://forums.wtf.com/showthread.php?t=55718 ).

I am lazy. I have lots of dreams, great ideas, passions. I just dont do anything. I'm a very good writer (in french...).

I'm 27. I dont have much experience worth writing a resume. I know I'm a bright, creative man.

I just didnt find my place I guess. I hope it's not too late. In the menatime, I just continue to make my life suck as much as possible.
 
Sounds like you were pretty spoiled and pampered and once you went out on your own you didn't know what to do with yourself, didn't get as much attention or the attention you needed and because of that you didn't know what to do with yourself.

You'll figure out what to do once you really hit bottom. Until then, I don't think you'll realize your worth, what loving yourself means, and what family and friends really mean.

Cheers and good luck.

Oh, and therapy helps.
 
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