To be fair, I also respond poorly to merely exiting my front door. So.

Producers too, like music producers I mean. Though I can only speak to that field personally, it might be a similar situation, so I’ll share.

Well actually, I mean I guess it’s two things- one is that a male-dominated field with a lot of egos involved can pretty easily develop in a snooty direction. STEM careers are famous for that as well. It blows.

The second thing, the thing I was initially going to mention is that at least in the case of producing, there is an epic shitton of information you need to learn to do it well/properly, for starters. Even to just make your first piece, you need to actually STUDY it. That attracts two different archetypes, and the one that sucks is the overwhelming majority. :(

So, as you can probably imagine it’s super easy to find courses/tutorials online to learn stuff; you can find the whole field plus music theory on YouTube for free. The problem is that a lot of beginners don’t bother to do that, and/or don’t think they’ll need to. Unfortunately, it’s these lazy fucking casuals that saturate all our “ask someone who knows” spaces with asinine, uniformed nonsense questions.

So you see, by the time you see a question from a legitimate learner, sometimes even a peer, you’re so annoyed by the other sort that you can’t sort them.

That’s not fair to the legitimate learners, of course (and as someone who is not yet a full-on expert, I’ve been on the wrong end of this myself), but thats the sad state of things.

“Growing a thicker skin”, or so I’m told, is the only solution. :(

Drugs, honestly, but I strongly caution against that route.

I feel you though; I really do have no one, and I literally mean no one, to talk to. I was in a long term relationship until recently, and because I let him become my whole world, now that he’s gone I have no one in my life at all.

I’m also on permanent disability due to lyme disease, and have to get all my groceries delivered because its too hard for me a lot of the time to go get them myself. Thus, literal weeks often go by without me having a reason to step outside, or talk to another human.

I’m sure my neighbours in the adjacent suites think im a psychopath for talking to my cat like she’s a person every day, but if I didn’t I might forget how to talk, lol.

So, how do I cope, when its not drugs (though it’s usually drugs)? Well, I don’t really, but because I believe so strongly in my version of the theory of quantum immortality, I feel I can’t kill myself because anything I’d try, I’d survive. I’d be guaranteed to just end up with brain damage or a worse physical disability or something if I get any more serious with my suicide attempts. Essentially, it’s only for that I have no choice but to go on, that I go.

Oh, fun fact- this recent ex of mine, we were broken up over Christmas last year too, so I’m going on my second year of a zero human contact Christmas.

In the words of Aesop Rock, Jesus Christ my life is dismal.