Being Alone
The way I've coped with being unwanted, or too stupid to see when I was wanted (though I still can't see it), for the past 10 years has largely been to suppress it all. I can't get comfortable at all when it comes to anything that isn't strictly platonic. Years ago, I went out to celebrate one of my kind-of-friends' birthdays, and we ended up in a strip club and I was absolutely in a panic, I wouldn't even look at the dancers. There was a pool table in the corner and although I don't play pool, that's pretty much all I did that night.
I want intimacy, but I freak out any time (any rare time) the possibility comes up. I took myself out of the dating pool years ago, having not really left the stairs on the shallow end to begin with, and I pretty much avoid any situation that could lead to a relationship, much less meeting new people to begin with. I'm exhausted from constant failure in trying and sidelined myself. The last "crush" I had on someone was probably 5+ years ago, and like every time before it ended in disaster before it even began. It was getting to the point where I'd develop feelings and my first reaction would be nausea and "Oh no, not again." I wish I had the reaction to trauma where I "act out," but I'm the other extreme, and I constantly hate myself for it.
I want to feel like I'm not alone in this, and I'm pretty sure I'm not, but it's such a terribly pathetic thing to complain about. Sorry to rant, I don't know where else to write this out.
I want intimacy, but I freak out any time (any rare time) the possibility comes up. I took myself out of the dating pool years ago, having not really left the stairs on the shallow end to begin with, and I pretty much avoid any situation that could lead to a relationship, much less meeting new people to begin with. I'm exhausted from constant failure in trying and sidelined myself. The last "crush" I had on someone was probably 5+ years ago, and like every time before it ended in disaster before it even began. It was getting to the point where I'd develop feelings and my first reaction would be nausea and "Oh no, not again." I wish I had the reaction to trauma where I "act out," but I'm the other extreme, and I constantly hate myself for it.
I want to feel like I'm not alone in this, and I'm pretty sure I'm not, but it's such a terribly pathetic thing to complain about. Sorry to rant, I don't know where else to write this out.