I woke up thinking about an old friend of mine, he was always scruffy, scroungy, unkempt, and utterly vulgar and dirty minded... and he got laid all the time by a lot of girls. Honestly, even though we hung out, I hated his guts. Even though I haven't seen him in years, I still want to just beat his ass, just goddamn maim and mangle him, just to ruin his life, even though he's undeserving of anything like that and I'm just completely envious of men more successful than I. That and he kicked me in the nuts once, I still want to cave in his skull just for that, something like five years later. Yeah, I know I'm pointlessly and disproportionately angry.
I finished reading the book "Models" that I mentioned earlier. It's good stuff, all of it. I may need to reread it. I'm still not sure how much all the advice is going to help me in my love life, as I still live with my Mom and in a night shift job that doesn't pay enough to support myself, as well as being a 27 yr-old teetotaling friendless loser virgin.
The book though, mentions that if I'm ever going to be able to act natural (Non-neediness by showing vulnerability and low investment, to use the book's terminology) around women, then I have to be at peace with my hangups and my past, and not be ashamed of it. So yeah, there it is, I'll try to not whine about that shit anymore.
Though, there's some people people around here who insist that being a virgin is completely stigma-less, that any shame felt about it is manufactured in my mind apparently. Which I don't agree with. I mean, there's the undeniable social undercurrent (Atleast in 'Murica) that virgins are pathetic and worthless men, which is another thing I don't agree with. I just have the irrepressible feeling that I'll be trapped in a completely infantile emotional evolutionary stage of my life forever, and therefore be depressed and in a deeply unsatisfying life forever, by remaining loveless and sexless.
I mean, even though I'm slightly overweight, I don't think I'm a bad looking guy. I'd post a picture if I had a camera (note to self: get a camera or something) but you guys get the point. I also think I'm not a totally awful conversationalist, when I'm not crushed by anxiety, I can talk to women alright, though I sputter and blank out all the time, or I make dumb comments about everything and I look like an idiot. Honestly, if something in my brain snapped and I let my inhibitions go, I could just go out and get rid of this virginity problem right now...
I'd just feel disgusted with myself though, every single attempt and foray into romance on my part has ended in me feeling intensely regretful of my actions. Ever since my spectacular ball-crushing failure in romance in highschool, I'd associated all romantic action as holding a bomb and waiting for it to explode in my face, because that's what happens over and over to me... I get rejected and I take it really personal, and I get intensely angry, and spiral into depression and refuse to take action again for years. Seeing the rest of the world handle it all so nonchalantly (in comparison) has me feeling that the rest of the world is just populated by depraved sex-crazed animals that I can't relate with at all, and my sense of alienation is increased several fold.
It's not as though I feel the act of love making is intrinsically magical, I'm not waiting for 'the perfect true love', I'm far too disillusioned to believe that. In fact, despite my obvious inexperience, I can't help but feel that it's really disgusting and shameful, that there's more than one source trumpets it as a 'biological need' makes me feel contempt for society, which in no small way makes me feel more contempt for myself for desiring it all the more.
There's just so many things that are 'firsts' for me that turned out to be bitter and painful memories for me: My first kiss was given to a girl that very legitimately wound up hating my guts. My first time cuddling and spooning and falling asleep with a girl that was honestly still so awkward that she didn't speak to me again for years. My first time really 'winning' a girl's affections, and she sends me texts telling me how handsome I am and how much she likes me, I badly embarrassed and emasculated myself with her and obviously she went cold and rejected me. Then I met a girl that I'm still not sure was 'all there' in the head, but with her it was my first time really romantically making out and deeply kissing for more than an hour, which was so intensely erotic that it was the first time I'd felt my extremely strong inhibitions break down and I wanted to have sex with her, and for our next date she flakes and instantly breaks up with me for almost no reason, and I was just so devastated that I haven't done anything since then, and that was like three years ago now...
... so while I don't feel that sex is innately special, I just want a 'first' in my life that doesn't instantly become another one of my bitter and painful memories. I just want something special that persists in my mind as being a good thing that I can think back on and smile at, just one thing, just one.
So yeah, so while I feel that a lot of my motivation for my current exercise routine is honestly very insincere, I feel I must out of a sense of pragmatism. To build myself up, to build my confidence and self-worth up, that I don't need to worry about my rejection anxiety. So that I can finally feel like I'm advancing forward and making progress in my life. So that I can finally feel like I'm not still just a barely pubescent highschool brat in a grown man's body begging women for attention, I'll endure with my fitness and self-development, and grow into the desired manly man I want to so badly be.
Just putting all that out there, for my own health.
I did 20 miles today. It's the windiest it's ever been on any of my days.
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