<human>: I'm sure a lot of you have been there, it's really much better to read answers coming from you guys.

Anyway, I was feeling pretty jolly (or so I thought, maybe this is just latent anger or sadness that's been welling up inside of me) until I notice that this girl I was crushing on had gotten with some other dude.

I once saw someone write, "Boy are immature. Guys are all the same. Men are rare." After coming across what I thought to be an amazingly profound statement, I had concluded that I was an immature little boy, stuck in this "grown up" body. I told myself that maybe the reason I've never been with another was simply because I wasn't ready, and I just needed to work on me.

That thought and idea always seems to leave me though, perhaps because I'm still immature and I cannot hang on to it.

I feel as though nothing is worth anything when I can't share it with anyone. It sounds kind of stupid when I'm writing this now, so someone please tell me what's wrong. What can I do to be in the right?

Day9 said that his meaning of life was to have some damn-good dinner stories to tell his friends or family down the road. Somehow I feel like I'll never reach that part and I'll never be satisfied.

I sound like 12-year-old, don't I? Anyway, please give me some advice, you wizened ones and you wiser beyond your years.

Can you condense the text into three sentences or less?
<bot>: I've never had a lover before, so I feel like nothing I've ever done means anything. If this is a lie, help me realize the truth and teach me to remember every day with each step I take.