Yeah its more of a personal thing, feeling like a (almost) 30 year old loser who lives with his parents and now doesnt have a car. I have all of these unique aspects that make me pretty amazing but its never gotten me laid because i usually lack confidence or dont see the point in trying.
But from what I know about people effort and determination its largely because i dont try but then again living in my parents home means i cant really bring random girls over so meh hopefully in another 6 months LOL (sad thing is thats not even that long to me its been 11ish as of now.)
Yeah dude, that's me right there it seems like. Lack of confidence was my life problem. I have an engineering degree, but I sit in a basement all day unemployed. I don't have the confidence to apply for any jobs right now (but that is drug related at this point). Actually, I am just too smart to apply for another job until I am clean because I know what happens with the heroin. Everyone else who graduated from my class are very successful... making 100k, they own houses and cars and stuff. I can tell I am (very) attractive enough as I get attention from many women without coming on to them, as I guess they can sense my inner unrealized confidence, or something, and I am at the peak age of when I would be most attractive to women. But I cannot ever bring myself to make it go anywhere. I have a history of memories of rejection from when I was younger. When I was younger, I was just a soft-spoken pussy about it. That isn't the case anymore... I have a strong mind and I am prepared to tackle this.
Being anti-social isn't the problem, as I like to talk to people everywhere; it is being unable or unwilling to take things anywhere. I got into my first relationship at 23, and it lasted 4 years. I feel like I was clinging to it and wanted out long before it happened. We definitely fell in love but the relationship turned to shit because I wasn't being very selective. It was just so damn nice to have a girl in my life for once, but I eventually realized that we were completely wrong for each other. It just sucked and the breakup was fairly recent. I feel like she helped me realize that I am in fact physically attractive and have some personal qualities that are great, like my sense of humour. I am at least comfortable with my sexuality now and way more confident at least internally. I used to think I had a small penis (lol... that is just completely not even true... there was just no chick around to tell me... I maybe could have used a measuring tape?). Ahaha, I can't believe I used to be uncomfortable about that. I think my girlfriend was dating my penis more than myself.
Now I am a recovering heroin addict. The opiate abuse has to go because I'm not going to be that pussy with no testosterone near-30 anymore. When it had destroyed my drive for sex, I could focus on shit in my life better than ever before but it's just not right. I get panic attacks all day every day, well at least I used to before the benzos. I also have very bad chronic pain in my spine. From the age of 15 to 23, I experienced constant anger, depression, and darkness due to sexual frustration. I felt loneliness every minute of every day, even if I was around friends or at concerts or parties. Never got laid the whole time. Never talked about it, never told anyone. Anyways... you're not alone. I talk to a lot of women now, and I have no issues at all with that. It is more what to do when I realize we like each other. Even when it is evident someone is attracted to me, and I am in return, I just won't do anything. I feel like a burnout, and I am. Borderline junkie burnout here. I have been reflecting on my past, and its hard for me to remember, but I used to dwell on this literally all day every day. I couldn't focus on my studies, I couldn't be happy around my friends, I couldn't focus on my hobbies, as I was completely and totally overwhelmed by loneliness. Having a lot of sex and fun times over those relationship years helped a lot I think, but now I feel like I am clinging and want to go back to her because I sense the challenge that lies ahead. And she messes with my head constantly trying to get me back. Even though she is poison to me at this point and I know that.
For instance, there is this cute girl at the health food store. She knows a lot about nutrition and healthy stuff like me so we have had some interesting conversations. She will go out of her way to be nice to me, and give me those subtle cues that I always notice, but that I won't act on. I can't bring myself just to ask her on a date even though I know I totally could and I know exactly what to say in this context. Sucks. I do not have a weak-minded personality, I am not overly soft spoken, I am not shy, or anything like that. I am a very likeable man. I honestly just don't get it at all. I never get worked up about someone enough to psych myself out. I basically know what I am doing but refuse to do it. I guess, I can never find the right words to ask someone out, and if someone hits on me out of the blue it kind of just spooks me. And then I will think back, and be like, what the fuck were you thinking? Would have been easy...
I recently stopped abusing the oxycodone, maybe things will get better now. Well... of course they will, if I had been given the option of a bottle of 80's over somehow predictably the best sex of my life, I would have taken the 80's with glee. I went through a fucking hardcore detox. If I can kick that shit, I can get a girl's number. I don't feel lonely like I used to, there is no point in that. I would describe my old self as a weak-minded pussy. Presently I feel infuriated, and frustrated, and just that I want to fuck for once in my life outside of that one relationship. It isn't the same, I have changed a lot, and my breakup was fairly recent. I'm sure that I will find my way soon enough. It isn't just about the sex I genuinely like meeting women and making a connection. Although I am horny as hell too. I also much more understand the type of women I am into now. I reject people too... especially if they are the immature type to play those stupid fucking texting games. I don't even bother with that bullshit. I am not gonna be the 50th shade of guy on some attention-seeking woman's cell phone. I just don't even really like people who text a lot to get to know people and grab numbers everywhere.
Confidence is not my issue. I have it. Women can sense it and I see that. Everyone can. Interviews are no problem either. I get jobs quick, and lose them quickly because I am in and out of withdrawal at work trying to afford and supply myself with heroin and oxy's. So I put everything on hold to address my heroin, oxycodone, dilaudid problems now. Benzos I just need right now, I am a panic freak. I kind of feel like I am just a drug burnout now... I quit abusing opiates very recently after 4 years of abuse and I still have slip-ups. I did coke the other day, and I don't even like coke. It gives me massive panic attacks. I was watching Boogie Nights, and monkey see, monkey do. I feel like I just need to get over my opiate addiction, get out more often, start working (would be nice to get laid first... more of a priority), put more distance between my past relationship (I really did love her), and then everything will fall into place. This shit doesn't make me sad like it used to though. Just makes me infuriated and very frustrated. Anyways... just needed to vent. I think one of my best qualities is my sense of humour. It's really more of an opiate-related drug problem at this point... I can't get laid as a junkie as I am fulfilled by other means. And I need to give it time with my breakup. I told her I never wanted to see her ever again, but she is constantly trying to get me back, and it is messing with my emotions. I know for sure that meeting someone new would help me a lot to get over her.
I don't even feel like I am desperate. I am very selective now. This isn't holding me back, just pissing me off. I don't even really feel like this is a problem anymore. I really just have to stop abusing that heroin and oxy as it fucks my whole life up, this is just one aspect of that. I am light-hearted about this, though. It's pretty fucking funny to me actually, as I know I'll turn out just fine so long as I keep off those hard drugs. And the sex will be sooooo good when I get it again. I'm just going to have some explaining to do when I finish in a millisecond. "My testosterone is low, from all the heroin, sorry! And now I am like a horny 15 year old boy again since my dick was numb for a few years. Let's just go another 10 times eh, and maybe I can work my way up to 30 seconds?" I am going to have to find the humour in that. Makes me laugh what a loser I am, but my brain still feels fried from all the heroin and oxy. I am still waking up. Just got out of acute withdrawal and I keep doing stupid shit and slipping up. I was dumb enough to have dilaudid laying around and about a week ago just fried my brain with the shit. Haven't felt right since... I know it's not brain damage from pills but it sure as hell feels that way when you have anhedonia and want to kill yourself. Man... opiates are just bad news. I am a fool, and I feel sorry for the next girl who falls for my silly tricks.
It felt great to get this shit out. I could care less if anyone reads through my essay on sexual frustration. I don't think I would have got through the first paragraph. Time to focus on more important shit... have breakfast and pick up my guitar. Think of some more health supplements and foods to pick up later this week ; ) ... I have to at least try or I'll regret it.