01-15-2016, 09:19 PM
Two observations from the past few days:
I want to improve my mindset when I'm ill. I hate how I exacerbate illness with self-pity/doubt, worry, anxiety, and fear. I want my mind to actually alleviate the symptoms and carry me through illness with confidence and tenacity.
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I have spoken at length about my non-existent sex life, and it's one thing to bear the burden in silence, but there's a new layer to the onion. I've made a good friend at work and we've known each other for over a year. In the past all my friends were sexless beta tools. I didn't have to be accountable for the action I haven't taken. But this guy is an alpha with a sex life. We've talked about women, he's told me stories, and I've seen him in action. But he hasn't seen me. He asks me; he encourages me, and I talk myself out of it. He doesn't know just how green I am, but I know that he wonders about me. Not if I'm gay but what the hell is up. I'm all talk. My celibacy is not normal. I am deeply and painfully aware of that. The more time that passes, the more he will take notice, and yes I do care about what he thinks in this case. I want the same reality that he wants for me, the one he assumes I should have. I'm faced with a form of accountability that I've managed to evade for years, and it will either push me away or force me to change.
I want to improve my mindset when I'm ill. I hate how I exacerbate illness with self-pity/doubt, worry, anxiety, and fear. I want my mind to actually alleviate the symptoms and carry me through illness with confidence and tenacity.
~
I have spoken at length about my non-existent sex life, and it's one thing to bear the burden in silence, but there's a new layer to the onion. I've made a good friend at work and we've known each other for over a year. In the past all my friends were sexless beta tools. I didn't have to be accountable for the action I haven't taken. But this guy is an alpha with a sex life. We've talked about women, he's told me stories, and I've seen him in action. But he hasn't seen me. He asks me; he encourages me, and I talk myself out of it. He doesn't know just how green I am, but I know that he wonders about me. Not if I'm gay but what the hell is up. I'm all talk. My celibacy is not normal. I am deeply and painfully aware of that. The more time that passes, the more he will take notice, and yes I do care about what he thinks in this case. I want the same reality that he wants for me, the one he assumes I should have. I'm faced with a form of accountability that I've managed to evade for years, and it will either push me away or force me to change.
Under heaven all can see beauty as beauty only because there is ugliness.
All can know good as good only because there is evil.
All can know good as good only because there is evil.