Reveal An Uncomfortable Truth About Yourself

My father trained me that I was meant to be seen and not heard. And that only sparingly. And further that people, even my closest friends, should not be "pestered" until and unless they contacted me.

All these decades later, my natural inclination is to assume that people I care about, or just admire, have other drains on their attention. And it always baffles me when someone assumes that I don't want to talk to them because I didn't after they didn't talk to me first.
 
I would like to video chat with my friends, but the very thought of it gives me horrible anxiety.
 
I would like to video chat with my friends, but the very thought of it gives me horrible anxiety.

This really surprises me because you have such a diverse group of friends and are very articulate and informed. :confused:
 
I have zero desire to better myself. Like, if I won the lottery, I wouldn't use my newfound financial freedom wisely. I wouldn't go back to school, or travel, or try new things, or learn new skills. I wouldn't finally take my health seriously and get in shape. And I wouldn't donate my time to charitable causes. I'd sleep, I'd jerk off, I'd play video games. I'd sit in my underpants, eating a bucket of fried chicken for breakfast and watch anime. I'd be selfish and inconsiderate, misanthropic and antisocial. My life would be basically the same as it is now, except I'd do more of the shit that makes me happy because I wouldn't have to work. That is the extent of my ambition. And you know what? I don't feel the least bit guilty about it. So suck my balls!

Actually, that's one thing that would be different: my balls would get sucked way more than they do now.
 
I care far, far, far more than I let on 95% of the time. Even when I know it might get me hurt.
 
That i think about sex way more often than i think is normal and that prehaps i have a problem.
 
The fact that I’m kind of poor bothers me way more than I say it does.

You enter and leave this world the same way.... with nothing. The only thing that matters is the person -- who they are, perfect and imperfect -- in between. :rose:

Me: I don't know when to quit. And not in a good way. Changing directions, toxic relationships, you name it.... I think everything can be fixed. It's been a struggle.
 
That I have to imagine super kinky scenarios to get off during vanillla sex.
 
Me: I don't know when to quit. And not in a good way. Changing directions, toxic relationships, you name it.... I think everything can be fixed. It's been a struggle.

I am this way also. It is a constant struggle to not be this way.
 
I want others to be happy far more than I care about my own happy.
 
My heart is worn on my sleeve and it is why I take a long time to warm up to folks. It is probably a good idea, but it prevents me from getting closer to folks. I can provide all sorts of good reasons why I do it, but, in the end, I've just got to admit I get hurt very easily.
 
I will go from 0 to crazy if somebody messes with my kids, regardless of love and light. lol
 
I will give a person chance after chance but when I’ve had enough i can turn my back and act like I never knew them.
 
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