My life has taken an odd turn, and I just need to get this off my chest.
I am a pretty good looking guy, but due to SA/depression and general neuroticism, I have never been really able to connect with people.
In high school I had a small group of friends, and before I left to college, I hung out with a lady friend, and in college I went to socials, but I still really had no friends, no one to really talk too.
As an adult, I am alone.
I consider myself a 'functional' social phobe; I can go out, even flirt with strangers, but I can never really connect on that intimate level we all desire.
Part of it might be my arrogance in my looks, but who knows; I might need a new mirror
A few weeks ago I was flirting heavily, as best as a social phobe could, with a coworker. I knew, rationally, the 'relationship' I conjured up in my head had a low probability of success, as she was leaving for California.
Well one thing led to another, and I finally got a Facebook friend invite, haha.
Long story short, I feel I really embarrassed myself through Facebook messages, and after she took a week to respond to one of my messages, I got terribly depressed.
OK, long story short again, I went out and found a lady. I was pleasantly surprised at how relaxed I was, but let's just say my little 'buddy' didn't work. The nerves and the SSRI side effects killed me.
Afterwards, I felt... OK. I felt different, and funny. It was my first time, at age 25, but it didn't feel like I had sex. More like was naked in a room with a lady and moved around a little.
I think a day later it hit me how relatively low I had just gone. I had changed state; I had crossed a bridge and I wasn't sure I liked it.
I felt, and still feel, absolutely depressed that I lack the social skills and self confidence to connect with another woman and make love, not just have meaningless relative motion between two people.
Amusingly, today I did it again.
What is wrong with me? Seriously...
I know in general that guys seeking prostitutes may be in better financial circumstances, but I feel so strange interacting with, I'll just say it, poor people who are down on their luck.
Life is obviously not fair, but man... Living in a hotel, having a child taken away from you, doing drugs, not having an education...
It made me feel so strange that there is such an apparent difference between me and these people.
I somehow feel entitled to good things; friendship, a wife, a great job, and yet I have none of these partly due to SA.
And now I am visiting prostitutes...
I have a fairly positive outlook on life, despite all things. Seeing the last space shuttle launch gave me a feeling of hope; that despite my own relative misery, despite my pain, that mankind as a whole is advancing. We are slowly inching closer and closer to meeting the stars face to face, of getting off this rock.
I just wish, like everyone, that life could be more enjoyable.
And, of course, that I had something more in my life so I didn't give in to prostitutes.
I am afraid of future implications. Am I addicted? If I ever get married, will this creep back to haunt me? Will I give in then?
The usual question; what is going to happen to me?
I am a pretty good looking guy, but due to SA/depression and general neuroticism, I have never been really able to connect with people.
In high school I had a small group of friends, and before I left to college, I hung out with a lady friend, and in college I went to socials, but I still really had no friends, no one to really talk too.
As an adult, I am alone.
I consider myself a 'functional' social phobe; I can go out, even flirt with strangers, but I can never really connect on that intimate level we all desire.
Part of it might be my arrogance in my looks, but who knows; I might need a new mirror
A few weeks ago I was flirting heavily, as best as a social phobe could, with a coworker. I knew, rationally, the 'relationship' I conjured up in my head had a low probability of success, as she was leaving for California.
Well one thing led to another, and I finally got a Facebook friend invite, haha.
Long story short, I feel I really embarrassed myself through Facebook messages, and after she took a week to respond to one of my messages, I got terribly depressed.
OK, long story short again, I went out and found a lady. I was pleasantly surprised at how relaxed I was, but let's just say my little 'buddy' didn't work. The nerves and the SSRI side effects killed me.
Afterwards, I felt... OK. I felt different, and funny. It was my first time, at age 25, but it didn't feel like I had sex. More like was naked in a room with a lady and moved around a little.
I think a day later it hit me how relatively low I had just gone. I had changed state; I had crossed a bridge and I wasn't sure I liked it.
I felt, and still feel, absolutely depressed that I lack the social skills and self confidence to connect with another woman and make love, not just have meaningless relative motion between two people.
Amusingly, today I did it again.
What is wrong with me? Seriously...
I know in general that guys seeking prostitutes may be in better financial circumstances, but I feel so strange interacting with, I'll just say it, poor people who are down on their luck.
Life is obviously not fair, but man... Living in a hotel, having a child taken away from you, doing drugs, not having an education...
It made me feel so strange that there is such an apparent difference between me and these people.
I somehow feel entitled to good things; friendship, a wife, a great job, and yet I have none of these partly due to SA.
And now I am visiting prostitutes...
I have a fairly positive outlook on life, despite all things. Seeing the last space shuttle launch gave me a feeling of hope; that despite my own relative misery, despite my pain, that mankind as a whole is advancing. We are slowly inching closer and closer to meeting the stars face to face, of getting off this rock.
I just wish, like everyone, that life could be more enjoyable.
And, of course, that I had something more in my life so I didn't give in to prostitutes.
I am afraid of future implications. Am I addicted? If I ever get married, will this creep back to haunt me? Will I give in then?
The usual question; what is going to happen to me?