
I’m 28 years old with absolutely zero friends
I genuinely believe the root cause is that I’m extremely insecure about my appearance. It’s been this way since my early teens because of gynecomastia and a very high hairline. I’ve self sabotaged all types of relationships. Like in law school I was approached by my crush at a party, literally my dream girl. She complimented me and tried to flirt but I walked away because I felt unworthy. Now she’s married.
Same thing happened with various friend groups. I would blow people off or convince myself they weren’t interested in hanging out/they were bad people/whatever other bullshit excuse. All those friends groups are still close with each other long after school while I live alone and have no one. Tried to reach out to one of them a few weeks ago and got ghosted.
The low self esteem has impacted me professionally as well. Couldn’t get close with any of my professors despite getting all As. Never wanted to chat with my fellow attorneys at the law firm I worked at, just felt too embarrassed to present myself in my own skin. During lunch I would just go out to the car and sit alone in silence.
I don’t understand how I ended up here, at this stage in my life. I’m so charismatic and charming under the right circumstances. I graduated at the top of my class, I have a prestigious legal clerkship and I’m going to make tons of money in a year from now. My best friend from undergrad moved to the other side of the world and doesn’t keep in touch despite my attempts.
Therapy for years never helped. Rationally I cannot make friends as an adult through hobbies because I am too insecure to approach new people. I also can’t cold approach a girl at a bar which is something I’ve always wanted to do.
I feel ashamed just to walk outside in public. I know the only way l can move forward is through cosmetic surgery. Maybe it’s crazy but I took out a $12,000 line of credit to cover the costs. All this is to say that even very successful, well put together guys may be struggling with something. I don’t think I realized how deep this shit ran until I was sitting alone in my living room, 28 years old on a Saturday night in one of the hottest cities in the world. Had no one to text, nothing to do, nowhere to go.
Apples with peanut butter because I’m cutting.