I teresting piece.

I am 72. Yesterday I went to see a psychologist. He asked me if I had any memory of being loved or treated with respect and love. I said no. I don't expect ever to be loved. I'm just not lovable. This has nothing to do with my body or looks

I do not know why I am not lovable. I do not know why I have been beaten up, reviled, ostracized, treated like an object all my life, and at this point, it really does not matter

I have certainly never made any demands that people love me. I don't think I have a right to do so. I don't believe anyone has a right to demand that. I E cannot demand a gift from another, and I think love is a gift.

I first experienced what happiness was when I was 57 years old. I felt happy for a few hours. It was the first time I experienced it in my life. I then understood what other were on about

I am curious when was the first time you felt happiness for a few hours and what caused it. For me, it was dancing.