Avery
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It's been over half a year since this thread was last posted in, but I think it makes more sense to resurrect it than to post this elsewhere.
I've encountered more difficulties (re: fulfilling the thread title) than I did at first. During the fall of '09 I attained the peace that I wanted, largely thanks to attending college that semester with my brother and a friend of ours, but this past spring semester I transferred to a new uni, sans comrades, and the old problems resurfaced, coupled with a newfound difficulty in completing my coursework.
On the whole, I've learned a few things worth knowing for anyone who plans to accept perpetual romantic solitude without the bitterness or resurgent 'hope' that prove so destructive.
1) Success in other areas of life can seriously allay the pain of loneliness. I've lost forty pounds since October of last year, placing me within the normal BMI range. It does have a positive effect on the psyche. It's no boon to my dating career -- because I haven't and won't pursue a relationship -- but the limited pride I glean from the accomplishment, coupled with my decent academic success, does improve my day-to-day mood.
2) This should come as no surprise, but friends and family members are a great help. Romantic solitude does not necessarily entail social solitude. I feel for those without anyone at all, because I have a far easier time (especially in public) if I have someone enjoyable with me.
3) Peers = bad, unless they're good friends. I'm fine with people outside of my age range, but around my peers the self-consciousness and insecurities spring forth in full force. Avoidance is the only successful method I've found.
4) New places = bad. Related to number 3. My transfer to a new school prompted hopes of new and different people (esp. girls) with which to interact. "Maybe this time it'll be different!" the hope voice says, try though you might to strangle it. It never is different, and the new uni wasn't.
One final point, though this is one that only applies to me and the very few like me: I always assumed that I would be the one and only of the girl I would meet and marry, and that she would be mine. Perhaps I'm simply a hopeless romantic, but as someone whose romantic and sexual experience is exactly zero, I had (almost unconsciously) expected to share every gradually greater step of that experience with another neophyte. But at my age (23) the girls of my peer group are overwhelmingly well-versed in the finer points of carnal knowledge -- I'd be lucky to find a girl who hasn't been plumbed by a half-a-dozen different guys, much less one new to romance entirely. That's something I'd just have to accept if I decided to pursue a relationship, but as I doubt I could ever get over it, it's just another reason to abandon all false hope in favor of perpetual solitude.
I've encountered more difficulties (re: fulfilling the thread title) than I did at first. During the fall of '09 I attained the peace that I wanted, largely thanks to attending college that semester with my brother and a friend of ours, but this past spring semester I transferred to a new uni, sans comrades, and the old problems resurfaced, coupled with a newfound difficulty in completing my coursework.
On the whole, I've learned a few things worth knowing for anyone who plans to accept perpetual romantic solitude without the bitterness or resurgent 'hope' that prove so destructive.
1) Success in other areas of life can seriously allay the pain of loneliness. I've lost forty pounds since October of last year, placing me within the normal BMI range. It does have a positive effect on the psyche. It's no boon to my dating career -- because I haven't and won't pursue a relationship -- but the limited pride I glean from the accomplishment, coupled with my decent academic success, does improve my day-to-day mood.
2) This should come as no surprise, but friends and family members are a great help. Romantic solitude does not necessarily entail social solitude. I feel for those without anyone at all, because I have a far easier time (especially in public) if I have someone enjoyable with me.
3) Peers = bad, unless they're good friends. I'm fine with people outside of my age range, but around my peers the self-consciousness and insecurities spring forth in full force. Avoidance is the only successful method I've found.
4) New places = bad. Related to number 3. My transfer to a new school prompted hopes of new and different people (esp. girls) with which to interact. "Maybe this time it'll be different!" the hope voice says, try though you might to strangle it. It never is different, and the new uni wasn't.
One final point, though this is one that only applies to me and the very few like me: I always assumed that I would be the one and only of the girl I would meet and marry, and that she would be mine. Perhaps I'm simply a hopeless romantic, but as someone whose romantic and sexual experience is exactly zero, I had (almost unconsciously) expected to share every gradually greater step of that experience with another neophyte. But at my age (23) the girls of my peer group are overwhelmingly well-versed in the finer points of carnal knowledge -- I'd be lucky to find a girl who hasn't been plumbed by a half-a-dozen different guys, much less one new to romance entirely. That's something I'd just have to accept if I decided to pursue a relationship, but as I doubt I could ever get over it, it's just another reason to abandon all false hope in favor of perpetual solitude.