Everything seems out of my grasp

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Every hobby I try and get involved in ends up being impossibly expensive, the local club being extreemly difficult to get to or requires local friends. I've been trying to take up football recently, it seems you have to know people to join a local club.

Much the same with friends, have no way to make actual real friends. I have plenty online, scattered across the globe, but you can't play sports or games with that sort or visit places. For that matter you can never truly know them.

Jobs are similar, I have an advanced IQ, I work hard, I get along with everybody and make them laugh (I've developed my unawareness of social etiquet into what is almosts a casual comedy routine) I just got knocked back for a job at a DVD/Games/CD shop, a place I would be perfect in, as my application explained eloquently.

I failed education, my as-levels were mismarked so I had to drop out. After they were rem-arked to say I could cntinue it was too late.

I've given up on the other major measure of success in life, I never get replies on websites despite being good with words and being honest.

Am I the only one who feels like life is a constant run into a brick wall?

Can it be possible to fail at every endeavour due to somebody else screwing things up or events just working against my favour?

Whats worse is I know death will only result in a miserable afterlife or being reborn on this s**t hole. I have to continue my horrible existence. I just feel like screaming constantly and attacking every object and stranger I come across. Thankfully I'm too weak to do that, I think thats my illustrates my message well enough.

I'm trapped in a living hell. I'm worried I will end up mad in a short amount of time.

you are not alone. the only way outta this hellworld lifetime is through it. ditching this life only means a makeup lifetime some other time and place that might be worse than the present one. so just get this one done and finished, however you can.

i think it's really good that you try- it's hard to do when you feel depressed or knocked-back. sounds like you've had a bit of bad luck but i'm sure if you carried on something would go your way

I agree, I do sometimes wonder what exactly I did wrong in a past life. Or maybe it works differently, maybe your last life cycle is your worst. Maybe Its just some massive test/development period meant to make sure you are ready for what awaits you.



Hopefully so, very little seems to go right. My politics is the only thing I have any skill, luck or staying power with. It sounds good, but I know that it will be tough. I'm playing a game against people with everything to lose, who will do anything to make sure that I dont take the trough from under their noses. I really do hope their is an afterlife and that it makes up for the years ahead.

you can laugh at me if you want when i tell you this, but i know exactly what i did wrong in 2 previous lifetimes. i learned this through some unusually vivid dreams i had after i sincerely prayed to god for answers. in the early 1800s i was a ne'er do well playboy, tall and blond and fair of feature, with a girl in every port, and when for once the tables were turned and a girl i was smitten with jilted me, in ignominy and despondency i rashly committed suicide by jumping over the side of an ocean-going vessel, and drowned. in the late 1800s my lifetime after the playboy one was the opposite, in that i was a poor swarthy man of compact build with rough hewn hands from a lifetime of hard-scrabble work, and i died in prison after being convicted of a robbery. i was a thug in that lifetime. so it was two lifetimes of being evil, that i am now atoning for in my present lifetime, by being born weak and inept, relatively plain, style-challenged and addled of wit and in enforced solitude and loneliness. at least i know my present woes are for a good reason. but this is but the half of it.

I suppose you're lucky to have such dreams. The only clue I have to a past life is the memory of a workshop at the turn of the last century. A few seconds of vivid memories, that and a mocking face in a kettle helmet (I presume from the great war)

I usually only ever see the future reality in my dreams, never the past. I have loads of theories about my past life based on who I am today, the way I was aware of certain things from a young age. The key parts of my understandiing of the world seemed to be unlocked after I learned about certain thinngs as if in storage, ready and waiting.

I'm almost certain I am virtually the same as I was in the last life at the moment of my death. All I know is that I was a young man at the start of the twentieth century with a destiny strong enough to give me another life after death.

many reincarnations in the present day, are from people who died prematurely in great wars. i would wager a major portion of the peace movement is composed of such chastened spirits who have experienced war and want nothing more [for anybody else] to do with it.



it must be nice to foresee the future in dreams. in my most recent lifetime i was my own paternal grandmother, who died prematurely 4 years before i was born, and my task carried over from that lifetime was to keep an eye on her ne'er do well son [my father] who she was worried about, she could see that his drinking, skirt-chasing and general irresponsibility would splinter the family. i have always had respiratory difficulties [she died from emphysema in a most horribly suffocating way], and as a child/young man i had her exact same handwriting, and ever since i could remember i've had a thing for old [before 1956] music, old cars and old fashions.

i think i was hitler or summat