The Overman, on 21 July 2020 - 10:53 PM, said:
"Don't cling to things, because everything is impermanent... But detachment doesn't mean you don't let the experience penetrate you.
On the contrary, you let it penetrate you fully. That's how you are able to leave it...You're afraid of the pain, you're afraid of the grief... But by throwing yourself into these emotions, by allowing yourself to dive in, all the way, over your head even, you experience them fully and completely.You know what pain is. You know what love is. "All right. I have experienced that emotion. I recognize that emotion. Now I need to detach from that emotion for a moment"
It's a cool quote, but this is more a case of not putting your hand in the stove again when you discover how much it burns, as this seems like wasted effort and needless distress.
Either way, hopefully your situation doesn't cause you too much of a hard time.
Cartaphilus, on 22 July 2020 - 12:49 AM, said:
I think I'd be in the same boat if it wasn't for my need for female attention. It ensured I'd form enough of a personality/skill set to be interesting to the opposite sex, and through them, be introduced to other people, etc. Nothing like the approval of women to smooth out any flaws and make you acceptable to the broader community. At my core I am very antisocial, though.
That was one of the toughest things initially, but eventually you get over the need for anything meaningful, as well as learn how to silence the part of your brain that nags you about it.
I realized something not all that long ago (maybe a year back) that I'm not sure of how I never figured out sooner, which is how once I left education my luck with women vanished - and I didn't used to need luck, I could get practically any girl I wanted.
This was largely as I had the gaul to go over and actually talk to them, ask them out on a date, get their number, where most of my friends were scared to do that. Plus I took up figure skating, which was
very beneficial, because only girls and 'gays' did figure skating and I now had a common interest with which to start a conversation over... plus I always wanted to do it anyway, because hockey was too easy and figure skating looked cool. Unfortunately the local arena banned this form of skating to put all of their focus on hockey instead. Aside from some guy in his late 60s, I was the only male figure skater they had.
Anyway, yeah. For a while I felt kinda shit, thinking I'd lost my looks or my personality, denting my confidence. Then I stopped caring. It was only when I
fully stopped caring that it struck me, none of the girls I ever went out with were from my city. It then struck me that none of my friends have ever been from this city. My family is not from this city either - although they are widespread in and around it as of the last couple of generations and I
might have dated a girl in my teens who had a picture of my grandma amongst her family photos on her mantelpiece. My family were rolling around in caravans and operating fairground attractions until only a generation or two before mine.
In fact I never got along with
anyone from this city, they don't even speak English and I don't speak whatever retarded dialect they use - well, I can, but then they think I'm mocking them and get angry, although they find real English threatening and get mad at you for talking that way too, because they think you're being an asshole for not speaking their language, and at least 80% of their language comprises of hollow threats. (A local greeting would consist of something akin to "Aya, owsyer, owsbains? Corinitcerld, nitherin op rerd." or that's as best as I can Romanize it.)
If I leave town, girls (and other people) don't scowl at me or yell at me, they smile at me. If I go somewhere for long enough, I don't even have to approach them, sometimes they'll come over to me. Eventually I reasoned that it was surely no flaw of my own and that it was the place I'm stuck in, and the idiots who live in it. Problem is, I'm stuck here and have no way to leave for more than a few hours at a time.
In a real jam, the city has one thing going for it. The idiots who live here have voted for the same shitty government they complain about for so many generations now, that there are no jobs anywhere, which makes prostitution very cheap if all you want is to shoot your load into something. It isn't very fulfilling, however, and you get what you pay for, which is to say, extremely poor quality. This city is notoriously shit, as are the people from it. Avoid at all costs. If only the predictions had been right about it sinking back into the swamp by now.