Life sometimes conspires against you...A dad at 18, bills, life, children, mortgage, more children, business, grandchildren... suddenly I'm 57 (this year)!!
A poor poor bass player, painfully trying to copy riffs, stunted tab following ability and deep guilt for not understanding scales, triads, or even keys etc. etc..
However, I get pleasure from playing bass because I can shut myself away & stop thinking about all the other crap, and because whenever I listen to music, bass is what I hear.
Sure it'd be nice to play with other people, but I'm not good enough to be in a band, and it's difficult to find somebody local to try and jam with unfortunately. Meantime, I carry on as I am, and lets face it, a bass is a work of art in itself (so I admit that sometimes I just roll a fag and sit back looking lovingly at my collection hanging on the wall in my mancave).
Man, he plans... God, he laughs!