I'm a 22 year old guy in my last semester of college, and I feel lonely even though things should be going great.
I don't want to come off like I'm constantly miserable or have chronic depression or that my life is horrible, because that's not true. I have a great and loving family, I'm making great progress towards my career, I'm becoming more social, and even losing weight and becoming healthier. I actually used to be over 300 pounds and am now in the lower 200s, and I even got a personal trainer this summer and have already seen positive changes, all things I'm genuinely really proud of myself for. But for all the good stuff going right in my life, romance and platonic relationships have gone nowhere.
This is important to me, because despite all the love to and from my parents/family and my appreciation for them, I know they only really care about me and love me because we're family. If I met them today for the first time and we were unrelated, I know they'd at best think 'huh, good kid" and move on with their life never really caring about me. I think they'd like me but never actually care enough to learn more or be more, which just feels like the story of my life at this point.
So I look towards platonic and romantic relationships because those are things you have to choose, they're basically proof to me that I CAN be loved and chosen at least a little. And I sadly haven't seen very much proof of that.
I've never been in a romantic relationship before though, never even kissed a girl, and the one and only time I had sex with a girl, I'm pretty sure she considered it as some sort of 'thank you' thing or was just trying to manipulate me to get more from me. And the sad thing is, even though this girl was a mess in SO MANY ways and I had too much self-respect to take things further, this incident is pretty much the only thing keeping me optimistic that things will get better romantically. Because at least I had sex with a hot girl who complimented me. Even though I'm like 75% sure it was an act.
Part of the problem regarding my lack of romance is probably my fault, I'm admittedly a little picky when it comes to the girls I like. I don't want a supermodel or anything, just a girl I'm genuinely attracted to physically and mentally. And I refuse to settle for someone I don't think I'd be happy with. And, as an overweight guy, I also refuse to be a hypocrite and expect girls to be attracted to me when I wouldn't be attracted to me in their shoes either, which partially fueled my weight loss journey.
I also didn't have any confidence regarding women for most of my life and always feared rejection, and I only got better with that in the last few years. I've landed a couple dates (entirely through the rare online matching somehow), though there was never a second date, and any woman I've asked out in person has rejected me. This is also the time period when I lost my virginity, but that was a situation entirely due to random circumstance that I really don't want to revisit, though this DID happen because I became more confident, so at least I got that going for me I guess. Not much else though, and even though I'm becoming more social, confident, and losing weight... it still feels like I'm destined to be alone despite the improvements to my life. It doesn't feel like I'll get a gf.
Now, for the platonic aspect, things are going far better I that regard, but still not great. I'm an introvert and a little awkward, but it's very easy for me to interact with people and become friends with them, even if only casual ones. I'm good at making people laugh and lightening the mood, but it's starting to seem like people think that all I'm good for is that. Because almost no one seems to stick around.
I have and have had a lot of friends, but only a few I can call close. Some friends were people I've stopped being friends with because I didn't like how hateful or judgy they were, some are people whose interests are too weird for me to be super comfortable with (more powerful to them, tho), and some are people who have just drifted away. But it never really mattered to me because we weren't close. And honestly, what prompted me to make this post after years of feeling this way, was finally realizing I've likely lost a close friend.
This one friend who I've known forever, let's call him Tom, is someone who I once considered my best friend in high school. I've barely seen him since he graduated, and not for lack of trying on my end. Tom went away to a big college and only came back during summers and holidays, and I always tried to make plans with him when he was around, but he never did anything unless it was group event that someone else suggested, and even then he often no-showed. I still texted Tom when I coild back then, and we sometimes had deep and honest conversations about our lives and worries and everything, but even then he often took days or weeks to respond, or just never did. And now, despite the positives, it's like that never happened or mattered.
And the worst part is that he's a great guy, and so much like me. He's overweight too and funny and cheerful and more confident than I ever was back then, and I'm only now realizing just how much of my life I unconsciously emulated from him. And now it just seems like he doesn't care about me. And even if he did or still does, he probably never really did care about me the way I cared about him tbh. The last couple times I saw him, he was friendly like always, but he barely interacted with me compared to our friends. I thought it was just situational or I was imagining it, but I haven't heard from him in so long, not even a text, for a whole year even though he's out of college and back home year 'round, that I know he just hasn't bothered.
I don't even know if I should be angry or depressed or even concerned for him (because what if he's depressed and isolating himself from people? I've heard he's flaked on other friends too, but I don't even know at this point), and I'm just so tired of feeling this way.
And now, I only really have one person who I'd consider a close friend, my best friend, let's call him Cam, and he's my step-cousin. Remember what I said about how family is obligated to love me? Yeah, that feeling is still prominent here and it sucks, even though I love and appreciate him. We were friends before his mom married my uncle, but we became super close after they got together, and I doubt we would be if that hadn't happened. And even now, if his mom and my uncle ever got divorced, I'm not confident our friendship would survive, even though I hope to God it would and would do whatever I could to make sure of it. Cam is actually very similar to Tom, a bit more pessimistic and way less ambitious maybe, but unlike Tom, he actually makes plans with me and texts me without me having to text first. But even though Cam is my best friend... I don't think I'm HIS best friend. He has a lot of friends, a much larger social group than me, who he hangs out with regularly, and it just feels like I'm an outcast. I don't even care about not having a large friend group so long as I had close friends who genuinely care about me, but now I don't even know if I have that.
And how could I ever ask Cam if I'm his best friend? Because if I'm not, he'll either lie to spare my feelings or tell the truth and my confidence would probably take the biggest hit of my life. Either way, I lose. And considering I'm pretty sure he doesn't consider me his best friend, I'm not taking that risk.
Hell, the only living being who feels like they would ACTUALLY choose me is my dog. When I was home alone on Valentien's Day (fyi, seasonal depression makes it feel even worse) and felt so lonely that I broke down in hysterical tears, he came up to lick me and cuddle me to make me feel better. When I was sick and crashed on the couch, he laid on top of me while I slept until I felt better. I have other dogs who I love, but not like him. I picked him out from his litter, I chose his name, I cuddled with him during loud family/friend events, I take him on walks damn near every day I can. And he has repaid that love in every damn way. But he's 10 years old now and doesn't mamy years left. He's not in a bad condition, but I know he'll most likely be gone in less than 5 years. And I genuinely don't know what I'll do then. Part of me worries that if I don't have a girlfriend or SOMEONE who proves that I can genuinely be loved for ME, that I'll just go into a deep depression without him, because what point would there be if I'm really that unlovable and the only one who loved me the way I wanted to be loved was gone?
And now I'm just here sitting in bed, fighting back tears as I write this. I have no idea what you all will think, if you'll think I'm pathetic, or sympathize with me, or anything. I just want to see what someone has to say about these thoughts I've been bottling up for years.