My First Life Sucks

Beware, I am going to whine a bit again in this post!

"Sisyfos Lars" by Lars Korff Lofthus

In Greek mythology Sisyphus was a king of Ephyra punished for chronic deceitfulness by being compelled to roll an immense boulder up a hill, only to watch it roll back down, and to repeat this action forever.

Although spring is finally arriving to Scandinavia and we have had three marvelous, mild and sunny days in a row with temperatures between 15-17°C (59-63°F) I feel like I am roleplaying as Sisyphus. My life seems like a constant battle and I am at odds with e-v-e-r-y-o-n-e in my first life except my father (surprisingly enough, because he is usually the first one I clash with).

I am down to one (1) friend that I stay in touch with and he lives in Stockholm 600 km away (372 miles), so it's a safe distance. It's been so long since I had "carnal knowledge" of anyone that I think I may have forgotten how to do it and that my hymen has grown back.

Everyone around me in first life is either an asshole, a dumbass or just a douchebag. Why am I suddenly surrounded by these people? Even my boss, whom I usually like for her direct approach and good sense of humor, has turned into a blubbering idiot.

I cannot imagine the fault lies with me in anyway whatsoever! No way!