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T-6005
07-14-2012, 08:36 PM
I've given up on the drunken zuihitsus these days. I don't write much, and I read a lot less than I used to. To be fully honest, a long relationship ended a few months back and I've been spending the time relishing the stroking of my own heart, making sure it's alright, and then moving straight on to chasing tail.

I know – it's horrible, isn't it? I was heartbroken, I thought, and so I held that in with everything I could until I realized that what I was frantically shoving back in wasn't half as pathetic or as shattered as things had led me to believe. Don't get me wrong – lovely, lovely girl, definitely worth the ache. But There came a time where I was ready to be nervous, to have my palms freshly sweaty (something I try to hide) as I met new people, as I tried to read their signals and figure out their motives. Did they really want me? Did I want them? Am I a 'ho' now?

It's been more difficult than I expected, especially with such a bounty of available sex. I found out some odd things about myself, like that I'm a weird guy who thinks he'll take it when it's offered but actually find himself uninterested fairly easily. I'm a dangerous daydreamer and I find being casual about sex both rewarding and emotionally dangesrous in a way that can only be described as masochistically anticipatory.

The worst part, honestly, is that for a long time towards the end of my relationship I laboured under the assumption that I was just bad at things. That I was bad at talking to women, that I wasn't funny, that I was a terrible lover, that I was stupid, that I was emotionally unavailable, that I had offended forces beyond the scope of my belief who had decided to return the favor in kind. It turns out that a refreshment in these things is dangerously good for my ego, but it also leads to a new kind of realization.

I thought I was interested in sex. I really did. And in a sense, I really, really am. I love it, and I can't imagine ever giving it up. But even if I've thought about the emotional implications of sex, I never actually gave more than perhaps one-and-a-half shits to how significant the hybrid physico-emotional connection can be. It's a great fucking thing (pun perhaps not originally intended but god damn) and we should all enjoy some emotional freedom. In case it isn't clear, I'm not talking about the act here - I'm suggesting that maybe sometimes people shouldn't vacillate between projected self-doubt and utter douchebag self-confidence. These are danger areas. Communication has a nasty tendency to lay either or both of these to rest, which is why you'll generally find people exhibiting either characteristic impossible to talk to - incapable, in the end, of the kind of realization that results in mental and emotional freedom.

Maybe it just comes down to those last two words. The last hints of a long run when you suddenly feel like you can stretch out your arms and find brethren in the trees around you as the air runs below your arms, and you really almost could take off and leave sea level behind forever; when you look someone in the eyes and everything you've worried about has become alright while you glanced away; a stranger helps you up, calls 911, and runs back to their house to patch up your ruined knee; and you look someone in the face and you don't want anything from them, and they look back and understand. This post mentions sex, and even I seized on it as I read it back to myself, but that's not what it's about. It's about everything that comes (hur de hurr hurrr I know) with it.

I don't know, guys. Sometimes I feel good, that's all. And if it can be something to celebrate even in a personality as generally bored as mine, perhaps we could all use a dose of happy-reality.

ad8
07-15-2012, 11:34 AM
So was it or was it not written under the influence?

T-6005
07-15-2012, 03:58 PM
I don't understand the question.

Eskimo
07-16-2012, 02:58 AM
Balls to you, good sir. Balls, I say.

Offspring-Junkie
07-16-2012, 07:08 AM
I don't understand the question.

Were you high while you were typing this huge amount of... interesting and sensitive thoughts?

Apathy
07-16-2012, 04:53 PM
I recently found myself evicted from a relationship approaching nearly two and three quarter years. I wasn't dumped, nor did I do any dumping (at least not in her direction), it was more of a bunch of outside factors all corresponding to us breaking up, or maybe we just weren't invested as we should have been. Thus: eviction.

In any case I feel like as a single man who isn't used to being single yet, especially if you've never led the high-flying bachelor lifestyle, I understand where this impressively coherent drunken ramble is coming from. I find myself lusting quite often especially because I'm not getting any anymore, but once I'm actually in a position to remedy that, I find that I no longer care. To me, this proves that I miss female companionship more than anything. When you're with somebody you find yourself secretly coveting other attractive people, but once you have the opportunity to go chase it, it no longer seems all that important.

I have a lot of freedom right now that I'm really not at all sure what to do with. And finding out on my own is evidently far too frightening, because apparently I'm a little bitch.

Either way, hope things go well for you. Don't love that bottle too much.