hello. I ve beeen on this site for a while. nothing has improved.
I saw the diary of bridget jones yesterday and consider it a realistic movie. the girls sleeps with the "very very badman" who call her irresponsible *****, grabs her ass in an elevator without even knowing her and cheats on her with other women. she loves this man and gives him all the sex he wants. but obviously she ends up marrying the nice guy with an edge (I say with an edge because he is very rich and has a fiancee and kicked the other guys ass in a fight) cause if he didnt have that edge she propbnably would have thought him a big loser.
anyway, my dream is to be like the guy who calls her ***** and cheats and mistreats her. This way I can get lots of women, or so the media says. but what the media says the world does.
one of my great fears is that I end up being the other guy. the guy who the few women he dates cheat on him with one of this "bad men". the kind of guy who doesnt get enough pus$y and therefore is viewed by women as the marrying type. the kind that will support them and take their **** no matter how old, ugly and fat they become. the kind who will be paying the bill of the hotel room she is using to **** the "bad man." and what feeds this fear is the fact that Im constantly told by girls Im "good", whatever the f!ck that means in their tiny brains. this means they percieve me to be completely the oppositte of what makes them want to have sex with a man.
what feeds my fear even more is the fact that I am rejected all the time. I never seem to be the kind of guy women fight for. nor the kind of guy thats respected by them nor the kind of guy that makes their panties wet. there r no women in my life. they have all someway or another rejected their way out of it and it makes me so angry that Im goring to great lenghts to keep myself from hating them.
sometime I think its just my rational brain that keeps me going. If it was up to how I felt at this moments I probably could do some sriously bad things (like hurting others or hurting myself beyond rapair). but my rational brain is always telling me to stop whinning. tons of people got it worse after all. some people r handicapped or really ugly or really dumb or really fat, etc.
ok. so I try to accept the notion dictaminated by my rational brain that life is not all about experimenting sexual pleasure with as many women as u can (an idea Im not sure of just yet) and view this small obstacle as a challenge that is easy for me to oercome. After all I am intelligentm talented, reasonably good looking, healthy and fun to be with. why wouldnt I be able to get as much pus$y as I wanted. I just gotta work on my attitude right, be bolder more outgoing, blah blah blah. If ****ing lots of women is what I want out of life then I will get what I want or die trying. so I get on with my life. back to hobbies and excersise and passions. but it doesnt fix things. it takes my mind of it for a little while (try to remember pooks kill that desperation article) but it always comes back to this important unresolved issue I have to deal with: the lack of sex in my life. and the lack of the company of women in my life as well. this are the 2 things that are bringing me down. nothing more. nothing more. nothing more nothing morenothingmorenothing .
and the less sexual activity I have, the harder it is not to concentrate on the lack of pus$y in my life. I have had no sexual contact in months, not even kisses, and my life feels like that of a goddamn tibetan monk, so u do the math.
the thing now is that Im starting to hate my life ( something tremendously stupid to do especially since my life is so totally cool) everytime I think of how tons of men are out there enjoying the pleasure of sex with women and Im just being rejected so much my life looks like that of a ****ing preist. every time I think of what it might feel to penetrate a woman or to feel her flesh against yours completely naked and full of lust for you. the latter, I havent experienced in years and I have forgotten what this feels like. the first one I have never even done. everytime I think of this things, I start tohat the life I adore. I start to hate the man in the mirror , the man I usually admire and like so much.
I am terrified this will stay like this my whole life. not only this but I start to hate the men that do get women (instead of learning from them) and become bitter, until my rational brain again tells me to stop the psychological jack off and start getting busy on productive issues. so as u see its an ongoing proceess sort of like waves in the ocean. everytime I think or see anything related to sex the whole self destructive process begins and I start to think of all the wonderful pleasure I am missing from life, not only by missing out on the sex and the company of women but by being hard on myself about it and acting so stupid as to start disliking my life and myself and miss out on other pleasures to life I have an easier access to. and my rational brain starts working again and the anger fades away or is set into more productive issues, until I think of sex related stuff again and on and on it goes like a carruseel.
I think of womens naked bodies and I think how much I want to know what its like to have a girl lusting about you. I start thinking of how much Iwant at least one cute girl that views me as a person she could get sexual gratification from. and then I think of how I dont have these things. and of how its so remakably easy for most people to have them. and of how I will never be a complete person unless I experience sexuality and both physical and emotional intimacy with a big number of women. some regular poeple out there in the world that have slept with more than 3000 women, and evethough that is a very big number I wouldnt mind mine being 300. eventhough I would like even more than 3000, I would settle for 300. but 30 women is just a very low number for an entire lifetime. and still, getting to 30 seems like a long way to go since my number rght now is 0.
30 women r not enough for you to be able to make the right choice about what the best kind of women is. none of this numbers are but the higher the number gets the more fun and the more experience and knowledge.
what is even more alarming is the fact that I do not know what to do to resolve my situation. Im trapped. and I need help.
if I dont resolve my issues soon I fear someday perhaps my rational brain wont be strong enough to overcome accumulated feelings of years and years of rejection and lack of sex and regetments and something terrible might happen. something I dont want to happen.
while I still have enough mental health to battle this darkside inside of me that wants to hurt people and wants to hurt me whenever Im in situations of heavy emotional stress and frustration I will do an experimetn tonigh for the sake of science.
I will go otu tonight and approach the women I like without expectig anything to come out of it. Iwill count the numbers of the women I approached and out of those hoe many rejected me and how many I got a number of somthing of that sort. I will post the results tommorrow. this will help me feel better. this experiment will be just an other distraction with a useful purpose.
perhaps while I do this u could post some ideas u have that might help me deal witht his dark hulk person growing inside because of failure in relating to the opposite sex.
I feel better now, afer expresing this. thnks for taking the time to read my venting out.
I saw the diary of bridget jones yesterday and consider it a realistic movie. the girls sleeps with the "very very badman" who call her irresponsible *****, grabs her ass in an elevator without even knowing her and cheats on her with other women. she loves this man and gives him all the sex he wants. but obviously she ends up marrying the nice guy with an edge (I say with an edge because he is very rich and has a fiancee and kicked the other guys ass in a fight) cause if he didnt have that edge she propbnably would have thought him a big loser.
anyway, my dream is to be like the guy who calls her ***** and cheats and mistreats her. This way I can get lots of women, or so the media says. but what the media says the world does.
one of my great fears is that I end up being the other guy. the guy who the few women he dates cheat on him with one of this "bad men". the kind of guy who doesnt get enough pus$y and therefore is viewed by women as the marrying type. the kind that will support them and take their **** no matter how old, ugly and fat they become. the kind who will be paying the bill of the hotel room she is using to **** the "bad man." and what feeds this fear is the fact that Im constantly told by girls Im "good", whatever the f!ck that means in their tiny brains. this means they percieve me to be completely the oppositte of what makes them want to have sex with a man.
what feeds my fear even more is the fact that I am rejected all the time. I never seem to be the kind of guy women fight for. nor the kind of guy thats respected by them nor the kind of guy that makes their panties wet. there r no women in my life. they have all someway or another rejected their way out of it and it makes me so angry that Im goring to great lenghts to keep myself from hating them.
sometime I think its just my rational brain that keeps me going. If it was up to how I felt at this moments I probably could do some sriously bad things (like hurting others or hurting myself beyond rapair). but my rational brain is always telling me to stop whinning. tons of people got it worse after all. some people r handicapped or really ugly or really dumb or really fat, etc.
ok. so I try to accept the notion dictaminated by my rational brain that life is not all about experimenting sexual pleasure with as many women as u can (an idea Im not sure of just yet) and view this small obstacle as a challenge that is easy for me to oercome. After all I am intelligentm talented, reasonably good looking, healthy and fun to be with. why wouldnt I be able to get as much pus$y as I wanted. I just gotta work on my attitude right, be bolder more outgoing, blah blah blah. If ****ing lots of women is what I want out of life then I will get what I want or die trying. so I get on with my life. back to hobbies and excersise and passions. but it doesnt fix things. it takes my mind of it for a little while (try to remember pooks kill that desperation article) but it always comes back to this important unresolved issue I have to deal with: the lack of sex in my life. and the lack of the company of women in my life as well. this are the 2 things that are bringing me down. nothing more. nothing more. nothing more nothing morenothingmorenothing .
and the less sexual activity I have, the harder it is not to concentrate on the lack of pus$y in my life. I have had no sexual contact in months, not even kisses, and my life feels like that of a goddamn tibetan monk, so u do the math.
the thing now is that Im starting to hate my life ( something tremendously stupid to do especially since my life is so totally cool) everytime I think of how tons of men are out there enjoying the pleasure of sex with women and Im just being rejected so much my life looks like that of a ****ing preist. every time I think of what it might feel to penetrate a woman or to feel her flesh against yours completely naked and full of lust for you. the latter, I havent experienced in years and I have forgotten what this feels like. the first one I have never even done. everytime I think of this things, I start tohat the life I adore. I start to hate the man in the mirror , the man I usually admire and like so much.
I am terrified this will stay like this my whole life. not only this but I start to hate the men that do get women (instead of learning from them) and become bitter, until my rational brain again tells me to stop the psychological jack off and start getting busy on productive issues. so as u see its an ongoing proceess sort of like waves in the ocean. everytime I think or see anything related to sex the whole self destructive process begins and I start to think of all the wonderful pleasure I am missing from life, not only by missing out on the sex and the company of women but by being hard on myself about it and acting so stupid as to start disliking my life and myself and miss out on other pleasures to life I have an easier access to. and my rational brain starts working again and the anger fades away or is set into more productive issues, until I think of sex related stuff again and on and on it goes like a carruseel.
I think of womens naked bodies and I think how much I want to know what its like to have a girl lusting about you. I start thinking of how much Iwant at least one cute girl that views me as a person she could get sexual gratification from. and then I think of how I dont have these things. and of how its so remakably easy for most people to have them. and of how I will never be a complete person unless I experience sexuality and both physical and emotional intimacy with a big number of women. some regular poeple out there in the world that have slept with more than 3000 women, and evethough that is a very big number I wouldnt mind mine being 300. eventhough I would like even more than 3000, I would settle for 300. but 30 women is just a very low number for an entire lifetime. and still, getting to 30 seems like a long way to go since my number rght now is 0.
30 women r not enough for you to be able to make the right choice about what the best kind of women is. none of this numbers are but the higher the number gets the more fun and the more experience and knowledge.
what is even more alarming is the fact that I do not know what to do to resolve my situation. Im trapped. and I need help.
if I dont resolve my issues soon I fear someday perhaps my rational brain wont be strong enough to overcome accumulated feelings of years and years of rejection and lack of sex and regetments and something terrible might happen. something I dont want to happen.
while I still have enough mental health to battle this darkside inside of me that wants to hurt people and wants to hurt me whenever Im in situations of heavy emotional stress and frustration I will do an experimetn tonigh for the sake of science.
I will go otu tonight and approach the women I like without expectig anything to come out of it. Iwill count the numbers of the women I approached and out of those hoe many rejected me and how many I got a number of somthing of that sort. I will post the results tommorrow. this will help me feel better. this experiment will be just an other distraction with a useful purpose.
perhaps while I do this u could post some ideas u have that might help me deal witht his dark hulk person growing inside because of failure in relating to the opposite sex.
I feel better now, afer expresing this. thnks for taking the time to read my venting out.