Decaying with age

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It looks like as I get older, I regress more socially wise, I don't see any point in trying knowing I'll never make any progress. I expect to be even more pathetic when I'd hit 40 after living like a zombie and not getting another job.

Right now, I'm just getting jealous and filled with hate about other adults who can function normally, like having small talks or even discussing about a topic of interest; I can't even hold a 2-minute conversation.

I want to stop that.

I'm 35 and only am just starting to get my feet on the ground socially. One of the biggest things that heled me was hitting rock bottom and deciding "Screw this, I'm just going to be myself!". I still have issues and setbacks of course, I'm still dealing with my social anxiety, but I am starting to see improvement. There will be times when you are moving forward and time when you take a step back. Having a positive attitude however is one of the keys to keep yourself in a position to move forward and deal with those setbacks.

Take some time to look at you biggest problem areas. Do some research on techniques and possibly find a group that can help you. There are many options available.

We are all born to die.

C'est la Vie!

Age does not mean deterioration.

I'm much better in my 50's than I was in my 40's. I was better in my 40's than I was in my 30's, etc.

You're a young guy, you're not exactly "aged."

Maybe there's some free-floating anxiety around that you should attend to.

As far as being "social" is concerned, I got much better when I stopped caring so much what people thought of me.

When I look back to my childhood, I was bright, popular, hung out with girls, drove a car (a small distance without license but still...), had fun with friends...before reaching the teen years and then life has started to drift away, and feeling more and more empty, "ret*d". Now I have none of that and have been relegated far behind my peers.

My sole function in this society is to consume. I just hope I could remove myself from this game easily.
I am basically a cockroach that awaits to be squashed.

Well in fact I was a bit exaggerating (hung out...not really, and "friends" were also outcasts)...I have some vivid flashbacks from the past, but the best moments have to be very edulcorated and sugar-coated, providing the fact life wasn't easy as a child (we were very poor and I was subject to abuse) and the current brain-fog impedes with getting the details right and blocks the perception of enjoyment outside of daydreams. Still, the best moments have faded away...