Reveal An Uncomfortable Truth About Yourself

The time is getting closer for me to go to this transgender conference I've been so excited about, and the anxiety is creeping in.

As in; am I going to simply have a good time, lots of laughs and make some new friends with commonalities, or an I going to have my life changed and discover things I'm not ready to acknowledge?

I overanalyze. A little.
I guess what I'm getting at, is I'm so busy trying to find the pitfall in a situation ahead of time, I talk myself out of most things before experiencing them. Call it pessimism or caution; I dunno.

Sometimes, though, no matter how scary a thing is the possible payoff is worth the risk. I don't know about you, but I can usually feel when something is one of those moments, deep down inside somewhere. Is this one of those moments for you? If so, fuck the anxiety. You're bigger than it... or at least, you can be bigger than it. So just keep reminding yourself of that every time the doubt creeps in.

I'm having that same reaction over something in my life right now too, and it's definitely one of those moments, and it scares the shit out of me but for once in my life there's no way I'm letting it slip by me. So if you need someone to help push you through, I'm around and happy to encourage you.
 
Sometimes, though, no matter how scary a thing is the possible payoff is worth the risk. I don't know about you, but I can usually feel when something is one of those moments, deep down inside somewhere. Is this one of those moments for you? If so, fuck the anxiety. You're bigger than it... or at least, you can be bigger than it. So just keep reminding yourself of that every time the doubt creeps in.

I'm having that same reaction over something in my life right now too, and it's definitely one of those moments, and it scares the shit out of me but for once in my life there's no way I'm letting it slip by me. So if you need someone to help push you through, I'm around and happy to encourage you.

Thanks for the encouragement!

I’m too sensitive and because of this my feelings get hurt easily

I think you and my rode have a good deal in common in this regard, but it goes hand in hand with being an empath, which is admirable.
 
Being comfortable in my own skin is a completely foreign concept to me.
 
I laugh almost uncontrollably when someone farts.
Like wet my pants laugh.
 
Just wait until it’s been years. You wonder why you bothered to get married.
 
My parents refused to answer me for a decade....:eek:

I could, would, should never treat my child like that....:(
 
Meeting someone new socially is the most terrifying thing I can imagine. Instant anxiety and massive self-consciousness.

Professionally? Different headspace, and I'm fine.

Fucking weird.
 
I think I've had an orgasm just about every day since that first one in my teens.... And I probably will for the rest of my life
 
I really want to bang my ex bf from high school. The build up is still ongoing, but it’s going to happen sooner rather than later.
 
I think I am a classist. I hate rich people. Irrationally, viciously. I don't know exactly when it started or where it came from, maybe I was taught it growing up. Its not envy, it is hate. It is blame for all problems and criticism - no. Vilification, of all their actions. I've never judged anyone for their sexual identification, race, nationality, sexual orientation, or religion.

But somewhere along the line I realized that if the Purge were real...I'd probably be in the nice neighborhoods that one night a year, looking for trouble. God help me I wouldn't need much excuse.
 
I want to be loved, but i don't feel i deserve it.

Yes, i know that shit is unhealthy. I'm working on it.
 
I love it when I'm out at night and I go to the restroom. When I take my cock out and I'm relieving myself and suddenly there is a smell that reminds me of a romp earlier in the day. I know that smell of sex and I often wonder when someone is at the next urinal, if they can smell it too.
 
The idea of being happy with who I am, no matter how much I am loved, is as foreign as Sanskrit to me.
 
I've never been more vulnerable in my life. Which equals me never being more emotional ever before.
 
I think I am a classist. I hate rich people. Irrationally, viciously. I don't know exactly when it started or where it came from, maybe I was taught it growing up. Its not envy, it is hate. It is blame for all problems and criticism - no. Vilification, of all their actions. I've never judged anyone for their sexual identification, race, nationality, sexual orientation, or religion.

But somewhere along the line I realized that if the Purge were real...I'd probably be in the nice neighborhoods that one night a year, looking for trouble. God help me I wouldn't need much excuse.
Why is this sooo relatable!
 
Because of the wild weather, tonight's date night has become 'bate night.
And that's okay.
 
What about self made rich vs. inherited rich?
Do you have thoughts on that?

^^^ This!!! Most of my friends who are now wealthy didn't start out that way. They worked their asses off, scrimped, saved, did without and failed a few times along the way. Then they finally fell into the right entrepreneurial niche and became successful.

The friends I've known whose families had money were all pushed to get out and make their own as well. Either by going to medical school, law school or creating a successful business.

Here's the thing, a lot of people that are living in palatial houses and living the life that you might think are rich really aren't. They're living way beyond their means and generally don't have any kind of protective cash cushion. So, any hatred of rich people is sort of misdirected.
 
Very interesting... all this hate for the rich. Some certainly come by it dishonestly. But I don’t see the reason for the hate.
 
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