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At the age of 27 I’m feeling like a shell. Empty.I have yet to experience or to contribute to anything that holds any real meaning.Caught up in the “better body, better mind” movement, thinking I would be happier with a personal change, I joined a local gym. I enjoy going to the gym as an outlet to releases pent up energy or aggression (especially after work). And I do enjoy seeing the physical changes as time passes, however this is still not quite what I was looking for.Thinking that perhaps I could find fulfillment within others, I tried branching out into “the community”, to no avail. I’m meeting guys that are wolves in sheep’s clothing. Seemingly nice average guys, dreams, goals, aspirations, and lots to talk about. But screw that! Let’s try to get into your pants instead, not exactly a fulfilling situation.I don’t want to come off as a whiner or a constant complainer; I generally have a pretty good life. I’ve had my up’s & downs like many others and for the most part have broken even, actually…. looking back I’ve fared pretty damn well I’d say.Divorced parentsBi-Polar Mother Workaholic FatherA slew of “prospective mom/dad” replacements“Survivor” of childhood molestation (ages 9 – 11)2 Attempted suicides Being GayI hate to include “being gay” in the category of trials and tribulations. Being gay is just being gay. I feel I’ve lived just as much as the next guy, or at least up until this point in my life. I just want to feel like I’ve accomplished something that’s all. Perhaps I need to become a Big Brother (do they let gays do that?), help advance sustainable living in a third world country or join a “kabutz” (I believe this is mostly a Jewish tradition). I have no idea what to do, or where to start but something’s gotta give. So keep your eyes open, yours truly is making a dash for something better…..