ToadOfSteel wrote:
It's seeing other people happy together, knowing that you'll never be able to experience that kind of happiness for yourself, for the rest of your life...
You think its bad at 22, when in reality, you are at the begining of your life, with plenty of time to be proved wrong, still with a vestige of hope.
Wait until you're nearer the end of your mating life, when even hope is gone, and you now know for sure your remaining couple of decades are to be spent in complete isolation, knowing the only person who will feel bad about your death, is your next door neighbour when he complains about the flies and the smell of rotting flesh, then come back and complain.