AmytheTemperamental said:I don't want my family changing my diapers either. I guess I'm laying in it. Or not getting old.
GrayAndLonesome said:HELLL NOOOO!!!
I am never ever better off alone.
No effing way!
Roy, listen, you need to pick up your game and somehow go online, do some dating, or go out to the shopping mall and order some food and chat with some of the female workers.
How old are you, BTW?
Alright, while I don't make a thread for all of my relationships I've had, I did go to a shopping mall last week Friday, saw this attractive girl working at a shoe store, I was in some good clothes, and no, I did not bother to get her phone number. But I did have a good time chatting with her.
I have worked in nursing homes in the past, and I will tell you guys, when you get old, you want to have somebody to be with, somebody to come and visit you.
You don't want to be the old lonely guy or woman lying in bed, sh-tting in his or her diapers, and the employees let you lay there because no family members come to visit you.
This is the kind of scenario that I highly dread, and which is why I'm highly ambitious to find a girlfriend and get married soon (and of course have kids, etc.).
I hate coming home from work, nobody to talk to. Yeah, I can text my friends, but they work regular schedule during the day time. I want to have kids to play with, I want to have a wife to chat with, sleep with, etc.
So no, lonely life is a big no-no for myself.
But if that's your cup of tea, well, then enjoy your quiet solitude life.
Tealeaf said:I'm in my late 20's now and not getting any younger. There are a lot of things I want to do besides date, or struggle in poorly-fitting relationships. Depression finally slipped away a year or so ago, and I'm tired of feeling bad. I'm tired of doing things that make me feel bad. I look back on the relationships I've had over the years, and while some of them I remember fondly I think many of them I could easily have done without.
Tealeaf said:Dating is an unhappy experience for me. Most recently, I met someone who seemed talkative, friendly, and into many of the same things as me. As soon as we started dating, they dropped the mask. Their social anxiety was so severe in a real relationship where they felt vulnerable, everything from the *** to the conversation tapered off and went off-kilter. I experienced some big moments of my life without them there. They didn't tell me why any of this was happening. I learned just before we broke up that they'd worn that mask, after paining myself trying to understand.
ardou said:It sounds like you have absolutely no empathy or understanding for them.
Tealeaf said:ardou said:It sounds like you have absolutely no empathy or understanding for them.
And you have none for me.
I spent weeks asking them what was wrong and what I could do while receiving no support or love myself. Only blaming myself and feeling unwanted for a sudden change in behavior, and feeling very much alone.
That's not a healthy relationship when one person is simply not able to be honest with their needs or struggles, and not able to participate in a relationship due to a condition. Admitting the problem doesn't make all the built-up hurt and uncertainty magically disappear. This isn't a Disney movie where the big reveal at the end undoes all the pain and makes the impossible possible.
Intimacy and conversation is a need for me that I can't compromise on, that he couldn't provide, and most importantly that I was lied to about. I wasn't sure at the end I really knew who I was with, and if we were compatible. That's what happens when people lie.
If you want to take it personally, that's on you. I'll happily shout out to the world that I'm no longer a martyr for troubled men. As I said, I'm tired of feeling bad and doing things that make me feel bad. That includes keeping people in my life who'd rather see me cry than be real with me.
roy1986 said:Tealeaf said:ardou said:It sounds like you have absolutely no empathy or understanding for them.
And you have none for me.
I spent weeks asking them what was wrong and what I could do while receiving no support or love myself. Only blaming myself and feeling unwanted for a sudden change in behavior, and feeling very much alone.
That's not a healthy relationship when one person is simply not able to be honest with their needs or struggles, and not able to participate in a relationship due to a condition. Admitting the problem doesn't make all the built-up hurt and uncertainty magically disappear. This isn't a Disney movie where the big reveal at the end undoes all the pain and makes the impossible possible.
Intimacy and conversation is a need for me that I can't compromise on, that he couldn't provide, and most importantly that I was lied to about. I wasn't sure at the end I really knew who I was with, and if we were compatible. That's what happens when people lie.
If you want to take it personally, that's on you. I'll happily shout out to the world that I'm no longer a martyr for troubled men. As I said, I'm tired of feeling bad and doing things that make me feel bad. That includes keeping people in my life who'd rather see me cry than be real with me.
I think the main problem is that even good people are making that mistake, I've been told that there was some concern of hurting me, but that's kind of ironic because I would not be offended if a girl tells me "I am sorry but it's not going to work out for me", but when she completely vanishes without saying anything that's like a knife in the back.
Tealeaf said:ardou said:It sounds like you have absolutely no empathy or understanding for them.
And you have none for me.
I spent weeks asking them what was wrong and what I could do while receiving no support or love myself. Only blaming myself and feeling unwanted for a sudden change in behavior, and feeling very much alone.
That's not a healthy relationship when one person is simply not able to be honest with their needs or struggles, and not able to participate in a relationship due to a condition. Admitting the problem doesn't make all the built-up hurt and uncertainty magically disappear. This isn't a Disney movie where the big reveal at the end undoes all the pain and makes the impossible possible.
Intimacy and conversation is a need for me that I can't compromise on, that he couldn't provide, and most importantly that I was lied to about. I wasn't sure at the end I really knew who I was with, and if we were compatible. That's what happens when people lie.
If you want to take it personally, that's on you. I'll happily shout out to the world that I'm no longer a martyr for troubled men. As I said, I'm tired of feeling bad and doing things that make me feel bad. That includes keeping people in my life who'd rather see me cry than be real with me.
pokétrek said:People hurt me, stress me out, depress me, but then when i'm not around them I feel lonely. Can't live with them, can't live without them.
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