Okay, it's self help time.
Not warmfuzzy self help, not feel "better" self help. Self help because I can't come over and beat the "loser" out of you.
You have to do the shit yourself.
What this isn't: The beat all, end all, itemized list that you need to become a functioning human being.
What it is: An angle at which you can beat your head against the wall, such that you become a bit less trapped every time.
I'm a loser.
In order to have a picture of the "broken" you, you innately know what you want the "whole" version to look like. He/She could be a champion bodybuilder, a high power businessman, or a raging alcoholic. Your call.
Why aren't you this person, yet?
I was abused.
I have no money.
My fingers are too fat.
All my friends hate me.
I don't live in (cultural centre).
I'm too depressed.
All of these are actually valid arguments.
(No, really.)
You're new philosophy:
"And?"
Every hurdle, every argument against, every enemy before and behind you is now a simple problem. All you need to do is
functionally solve them.
Your car breaks, it turns out that a wire came loose, and the drive belt is wearing down one of your electrical lines. We could pay a thousand fucking dollars for a new electrical system, right now.
Problem is, I have $3.64 in my bank account, and no credit cards.
To functionally solve this problem, I pull the wire rim out of my sunglasses, bridge the broken connection, and tape the shit out of the now repaired wire. Once every 300 miles, I re-check my fix, but it will float until I can afford a more permanent solution.
Write out the person you want to be. The things you want to have and do. And then, begin building that person.
"I can't afford a Giorgio Armani, so I'll get the Korean tailor down the street to look at my Nordstroms."
"I don't sound like Slash, so I'll work through some of Josh Homme's more complicated parts."
Everything you do, from here on, is to create the world you envision.
Part two:
Try.
Get off your ass, and go.
Realistically, the chances of jumping your league, sexually, break into theoretical improbability.
Maybe you're fat. Maybe you're ugly. Maybe, you just don't do well with people in general.
Doesn't matter.
I want you to practice quantity for the next 60 days. Place yourself in public situations (sharpening the skills you need, to become the "whole" you), and hit on (minimum) four dead ringers a week.
You will flounder. You will get rejected. It will hurt.
Get used to it.
By day 57, you will have mastered the approach, known the setup, and be so sick of vapid bitches that you will know what you actually want AND how to get it.
Accomplish this, and you will:
1. Know how to be social. Men are easier to talk to than women, and will actually jump on the chance to hang out. Homophobia makes it harder to get non-work friends, and it shows.
2. Have sucky skills. One day, you'll wake up and realize that you don't suck. But, sucking is still better than doing nothing.
3. Occupy yourself. If you are working all the time, there isn't any left over to get depressed. If there is, go back and find another girl.
Or, if you'd prefer, go with Rabaresu's answer:
https://www.fakku.net/viewtopic.php?t=84747#3020732
It's a really nice way of saying "Let it ride." and is probably easier than my militant stubbornness.
(In case I lost myself, well writing this:
1. Figure out who you should be.
2. Be that person. **lie**
3. Fail at being that person.
4. Repeat until #3 disappears. Failure happens. Life hurts.)
Oh, and actually feel free to complain. It passes the time between now-you and perfect-you really well. And, it's the most universal form of "small talk"