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I really don’t understand how adults have friends most of the time. Just scraping by requires constant work. When do they have time to do anything? Especially if they have kids. I guess if you have a job that pays really well you can go out and do stuff, but the only people I’ve ever seen actually doing that are doctors. One of my old friends was talking about how he doesn’t have any friends in his actual vicinity. He just talks to people he knows who live far away sometimes.
My mother is getting pretty desperate for me to find some kind of mate & it’s like how? I don’t do anything but make this comic, draw things for money, play a very minimal amount of video games, make long rants on Discord, & sometimes obsess about collecting junk. Almost all the time I’m thinking about work I need to do, or doing that work, while finding new work to do. I don’t have time to dick around getting to know someone who doesn’t already have a laser focused understanding of who they are, & what they want. For my part I’m resigned to doing this until I drop dead. It doesn’t bother me all that much because I know there’s not a lot that can be done to stop it. I dont want to do anything else. If anyone wants to get on board they have to also get on board with the fact that I’m going to make comics to the exclusion of almost everything else. Other people are more worried about me than I am because I see the inevitability of the future.

My one friend just had a kid & he works all night, comes home, watches the baby all day while his wife works, then goes to work again. I don’t know how he lives like that. Even I have to stop to sleep sometime. He’s just squeezing it in whenever. It’s brutal. He just does it with barely a complaint. Then again he’s the second toughest person I know so maybe he’s not a good yardstick to judge other humans by.

I remember back in my retail days the time just dragging on, and on, and on. It felt like I was at work every day for a million years. Now I work twice as many hours & it’s always like no time has passed at all. I start doing stuff on Monday & suddenly it’s Friday. Time just rockets past at some kind of warp speed & I can never get enough done. Where do you stick another human in to that? I have no idea.