This is another catharsis post, just so I can relieve the anxiety that dwells in my body, release that pressure off my psyche, and just relax enough to get to sleep.
I think maybe I'm just desperately trying to force myself to like something enough to make it a hobby. I've gravitated towards games with elements of random chance, MTG, Eternal CCG, and now Mahjong, and those give me very high highs and very low lows. It all depends on how lucky I 'feel', which I'm realizing is an obscenely childish thing to want, wanting to be 'lucky' or in other words 'loved by god and the intangible forces of the universe enough that I just naturally win'. If I'm doing good, it's a good day and I'm on top of the world and I feel competent and intelligent, if I'm doing bad, it's a bad bad bad day, I just feel like the dumbest shitstain on the planet, enough that it threatens my whole week. It's a stupid reason to get so emotional, I'm not betting money or anything like that, but there's so pathetically little going on in my life that I crave these small wins; just anything to make it feel like I'm a winner, and when I can't even get that, it's a straight dive back into feeling like a worthless loser.
I should quit it, it's hard to say I genuinely enjoy it, I'm just forcing myself to play, it's a waste of time, I just don't know what else to do...
On quitting: I feel like a pussy whenever I start to get mildly competent at something, realize that getting past "average" skill takes serious dedication and humility, and so quitting something not only leaves a hole that doesn't have anything immediate to fill it, but is basically an admission that I'm a coward that'll turn his back on something he's invested in just because I can't stop myself from being a salty bitch. It makes me feel like I'm an idiot asshole that just wants the feeling of winning effortlessly, which is a childish notion, but I guess it's true.
And again, it makes me take a stupid game far far far too seriously; so I should just quit it, because I'm playing it for the wrong reasons.
Josh, can you you afford to attend a therapy spot? I know it's far from a cure all, but emotions expressed through anger is on thing that talk therapy is for.
I guess I could, I mentioned in a much earlier post (here, or in the other Sad Thread, I forget) that my therapist quit her job; so I feel I'd have to crawl back to that Therapists Office and request a different one. And honestly, I've cycled through so many and talked so much that I'm reluctant to think it can ever help me. I get so emotional I have to let off steam in sad rants like I do here, but I also wonder if letting off steam is holding me back; maybe I need to hold it in, to build up the steam and then maybe I'll actually change my life.
Which is, of course, an extension of my impossible dream to be a man that is an island.