Loneliness poses risks as deadly as smoking: surgeon general

[Joe King]

If you need a cure for loneliness just go on you tube and watch all the court videos on divorce and child support or all the liberal tiki's Tok women who hate men or cant understand why they cant find a man that will spend all their money on them for nothing in return.
If you really want a good woman go to the Philippines and get a wife. They will stay forever.

Just don’t bring her back to the states.

You sure got that right.

 

[Joe King]

Widespread loneliness in the U.S. poses health risks as deadly as smoking up to 15 cigarettes daily,

I have the opposite problem.


For me, having to be around people makes me feel like I just smoked 15 cigs.

 

[searcher]

Social isolation can inhibit your wellbeing and success. ‘You need to make time for people,’ says expert

'You need to find ways around' these barriers, says professor of communication at Kansas University Jeffrey Hall.

www.cnbc.com

 

[Casey Jones]

I have the opposite problem.


For me, having to be around people makes me feel like I just smoked 15 cigs.

It took me a long time to come to grips with that.

Failed experiences in university; a failed marriage; social pressures in people-oriented jobs. A poor career choice - journalism; obviously the writing part wasn't hard. It's just filled with PEOPLE.

Then I looked at what I did well, where I succeeded. Railroading. That's social, too - to get the good runs, you have to hustle the system. Times past, guys would bribe or gift off, the Crew-Callers (often times they were female clerks, there at the terminal). The system then was simple, a plastic name-tag on a rack. Call a crew, put the nametag on another hook with a job number. Once clear, the name went to the bottom of the stack, and when it came up, called again. A bribe, or just flattery or flirting, would get the tags re-arranged or get someone not at the top, called.

Called for a daylight run, or a quick job. Intermodal stack trains, thirty years ago, moved QUICK. A day might be five hours, no stops to switch out cars. During the day? That's like having a paid day off.

I didn't play that game, so I'd get, most times, night calls. Worst would be a coal drag to Ashtabula, a port city with a coal-dock. Load the coal onto lake or ocean freighters. Meant about three hours of work. And at NIGHT...

With me, would often be some old-head conductor who was being punished/arm-twisted to retire.

I became popular with them, because my partner would doze off, and I'd just let him. Me and the train...back before the silly minutia they have crews do today, on an easy, tangent track, one man could run it. When I did, nothing happened. Nobody landed in the jackpot.

I worked alone. I didn't need to babble on about Sportsball, or sex, or gripe about the last five runs I had. I'd contemplate the stuff I might have read earlier - and just stick to business.

Not fun? Work isn't fun. Fun came elsewhere. For me, it was eating, drinking, hiking, motorcycling, other off-duty activities.

But somehow, over the years, I had learned solitude. To where I actually became antisocial.

I see men my age, with wives who'd just died...in a hurry to remarry...and I just shake my head.