Originally Posted by
ParlayininHTown
I will seek a gym membership in the coming days. It couldn't hurt to exercise more, but I must admit that I am much more worried about my ability to carry a conversation, flirt, etc. etc. than how my body looks.
I'm not strong at all, but I tend to think women are more repulsed by my noticeably receding hairline at the age of 25 than my lack of muscle strength.
I don't want to be a "lost cause," but I sure feel like one. I blew it when I was younger, man. I don't even know how everything could go so wrong when I consider that I have a college education, I pay all of my bills, I'm quite self-sufficient, I have a nice (albeit boring) car that I bought this summer, and I have a solid job that pays relatively well (for a young, single man).
I can't figure out how I could suck so much socially, but it's pretty much been that way my entire life. It's always been hard to connect with women or even make friends with guys. I'm always afraid to try as hard as I should.
Back in high school, I didn't want to be that loser who got rejected by a couple of girls whom he had to see every day. I couldn't stand the thought of having to face girls who rejected me on a daily basis, and I suppose that fear just extended itself over the years. I know now a rejection would simply end with me walking away and likely never seeing that woman again, but I still fear she will scrutinize me loudly in front of others or just start laughing at the thought of me thinking I was in her league.
These are irrational fears. Yes, there are jerks out there, but there are also some great people who would probably accept me and show interest. Problem is, no matter how rationally I speak and think when I am in my shell, once I'm out there in social settings, all rational thought goes out the window.
I just wish I didn't feel and think like this. At times, I feel so lonely and worthless that I wish I had never been born. It's not like I'm suicidal or feeling really depressed, but some nights I am all by myself and I know it's all my fault.
I'm afraid of being hurt, yet I wind up hurt in a "safer" manner anyway. I guess it's easier for me to be upset with myself for thinking "what if" than it is to deal with the reality of rejection in various forms. In a sense, I'm just not a man.