jean-vic
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Loneliness is a fact of my life. Has been for a very long time. I'm sure many of you can relate. That very fact leads me to question, however. It leads me to question whether loneliness is my fault.
Perhaps my eagerness for attention, acceptance, love etc forces me to behave in a way that pushes people away. I'm not saying I'm a bad person. Maybe I'm too nice. Maybe that scares people. Maybe I try so hard to be what I believe they want me to be that I don't show them who I really am.
What am I? I'm a very flawed individual. I can be petty. I can be selfish. I can be cruel. I can be annoying. I can feel sorry for myself at times. I can be the personification of all that is bad about humanity. In a word, I can be my father.
All my life I've tried so hard not to be him. Any time my Mum compares some negative behavioural trait to him, it angers me, upsets me. I deny it vehemently. I lie to myself. I don't want to look in the mirror and see the monster looking back. Another example would be girls. We all hear the stories of what women want in men. We're bombarded with this white knight image that seems to transcend western culture. We also hear what they hate, whether it be TV, or a female panel show or just in general chit chat. I want women to want me, so I purposely remove every negative they could possibly find in me, the negatives I've heard about by women all my life. I try to be the white knight, and I have developed some sort of hero complex. I am attracted to girls who have been hurt, who are emotionally vulnerable, who have been let down by a man. I try to save them, but all I do is push them away. I don't have any malicious intent. I genuinely want to help them, comfort them, but perhaps it is a selfish desire, the desire to rescue them so they never leave me. By proving my worth to them, by rescuing them, I become someone they could love.
That's why I wonder. Yes, since I met my father a year ago, I changed. I have become more sociable and started interacting more, but perhaps on the flip side of that, it also exposed this weakness in me. I try with people now, and I never did before. But perhaps I try so hard I scare them. I try to prove I'm not my father. I try to be the perfect friend. I try to be the white knight. I try to be the man I feel people will love. Problem is, by being that I chase them away which wrecks my self esteem even more. That makes me try harder, and the circle goes on.
Thing is, why do I hide the flaws? Like I said, I don't like what I see in the mirror, as I see my father's eyes stare back. I don't like that I feel the urges of a man, urges which have destroyed so many lives. I deny all negatives about myself, all criticism too painful too hear.
The old saying springs to mind, about being unable to love until you love yourself. Perhaps my loneliness is a result of my denial of the monster in the mirror, my self-hatred. Until I accept who I am, both positive and negative, I will never be able to form any real bonds because I will just push people away with my overbearing efforts.
Problem is, how do you accept the monster in the mirror? How do I love everything I hate!?
I am sorry for rambling, but I needed to get this off my chest. It was bothering me.
Perhaps my eagerness for attention, acceptance, love etc forces me to behave in a way that pushes people away. I'm not saying I'm a bad person. Maybe I'm too nice. Maybe that scares people. Maybe I try so hard to be what I believe they want me to be that I don't show them who I really am.
What am I? I'm a very flawed individual. I can be petty. I can be selfish. I can be cruel. I can be annoying. I can feel sorry for myself at times. I can be the personification of all that is bad about humanity. In a word, I can be my father.
All my life I've tried so hard not to be him. Any time my Mum compares some negative behavioural trait to him, it angers me, upsets me. I deny it vehemently. I lie to myself. I don't want to look in the mirror and see the monster looking back. Another example would be girls. We all hear the stories of what women want in men. We're bombarded with this white knight image that seems to transcend western culture. We also hear what they hate, whether it be TV, or a female panel show or just in general chit chat. I want women to want me, so I purposely remove every negative they could possibly find in me, the negatives I've heard about by women all my life. I try to be the white knight, and I have developed some sort of hero complex. I am attracted to girls who have been hurt, who are emotionally vulnerable, who have been let down by a man. I try to save them, but all I do is push them away. I don't have any malicious intent. I genuinely want to help them, comfort them, but perhaps it is a selfish desire, the desire to rescue them so they never leave me. By proving my worth to them, by rescuing them, I become someone they could love.
That's why I wonder. Yes, since I met my father a year ago, I changed. I have become more sociable and started interacting more, but perhaps on the flip side of that, it also exposed this weakness in me. I try with people now, and I never did before. But perhaps I try so hard I scare them. I try to prove I'm not my father. I try to be the perfect friend. I try to be the white knight. I try to be the man I feel people will love. Problem is, by being that I chase them away which wrecks my self esteem even more. That makes me try harder, and the circle goes on.
Thing is, why do I hide the flaws? Like I said, I don't like what I see in the mirror, as I see my father's eyes stare back. I don't like that I feel the urges of a man, urges which have destroyed so many lives. I deny all negatives about myself, all criticism too painful too hear.
The old saying springs to mind, about being unable to love until you love yourself. Perhaps my loneliness is a result of my denial of the monster in the mirror, my self-hatred. Until I accept who I am, both positive and negative, I will never be able to form any real bonds because I will just push people away with my overbearing efforts.
Problem is, how do you accept the monster in the mirror? How do I love everything I hate!?
I am sorry for rambling, but I needed to get this off my chest. It was bothering me.