As random guy now in their 30's and been pretty much MGTOW since graduating HS.

Random stints out living on my own, living with a couple of friends and alternating stays with my parents until about 28 for extended times. Parents divorced when I was only like 11 or 12, and I've never really considered going through anything like that as witnessed by my parents was worth the trouble of relations with women.

I really don't do much at all with my life. I go to work, bust ass for 10-14 hour days usually (whether we have a 2nd shift or not). I've held a number of jobs doing machine operation, some random setup and such. At places I stay at it tends to evolve toward operation/fixit borderline maintenance; currently at a food production plant where it's pretty much just fake stress. Work life, wherever I am at, usually involves some amount of stress naturally of just running the machines/meeting expectations - except right now is that moment of epiphany that inspires me to challenge the guy who signs my paychecks to pay me more money after less than a year there.

My social life is nil; but I try to be cheerful with the few social engagements I do/need to do (grocery stores, etc). I tried some hookup sites when wooing someone you didn't know through text online, but simply lost interest; not for lack of trying or even really anxiety over it. Work-social life is pretty much "These are the fucks I only ever see for 10-14 hours a day, how best shall I get along with them."; there's plenty of talking shit going back and forth (but always the reminder that "we can't speak like that with women around")

Away from working whatever factory I've ended up at, I'm playing vidya games or watching tv (earlier years), or twitch these days (usually to the one single person I allow myself to sub to; which is sometimes fluid). I'm overpaying for my rent right now, but find myself stable if also budgeted, but making it. I had been able to get a couple of years "rent and cost of living free" when I went back to school full time (which at least saw me going to classes on a part-time and homework/dicking around with 3D Modelling for a few hours with class).

I used to be depressed about stuff - nearly suicidally depressed. And I still am depressed ; random bouts of existential "What am I even doing here" plague me; sometimes just a flicker, other times it's the ever present thought.

All I really want from the world is just some brief recognition that "I was here", almost to the point of bringing back "Kilroy was here" scribed into things wherever I frequent. And I know when I die, there won't be a lot of people at the funeral, but this isn't a popularity contest, this is fucking life.