Why I do feel majority of the world is full of cheaters, heartless bastards, catfish, scammers, murders, and just mean people?
Why do they want to steal and hurt others do bad?
I’m not at a bad person. I try to share, and I was taught to give of myself. However lately I don’t have much to give, and feel like I am getting ridiculed for catch a scam artist in there damn scam.
I am not going to take a guilt trip for finding a scam.
I am a dope.
This summer. . .
- I’ve had ten cancelled dates.
- Been blown off by dozens of cute guys (probably due to my weight)
- Been lied to by a catfish
- And been on dozens of dead end chats
- Been blocked three times
- Been ignored for politics
- Now I can say I’ve almost been scammed three times (I do not trust anyone who says itune cards.)
Aren’t there any cute, real, decent loyal guys left?
The more I talk to people, the more I like cats.
I need to stop thinking because the mixture of loneliness, desperation, and self doubt. . . I start to overthink and go against my first impression, and gut feeling.
My gut is 95% correct. It always been on the money with what I truly need.
However with my hormonal imbalance my heart and my head keeps twisting my thoughts. Then you add all this time I have in the mixture and my desperate thoughts are trying to sneak against my own boundaries. I put those there for a reason . . . Somethings make me uncomfortable.
My gut is telling me hold my ground.
But. . .
- My hormones want to have fun.
- My broken heart wants comfort.
- My soul is hallow.
- My head is lonely.
I just want a friend who gets me.
I’m learning I need to face my own feelings and emotions. I realize I need to do this to get back to myself and my happiness.
My confession is the statements “I’m okay.” and “I’m fine.” Are my go to saying. It’s better than explaining emotions or complaining about my life’s issues.
For example, when someone asks “how are you? ” I say ” I’m okay.” Instead of “my insurance gave me an error and I couldn’t get my meds. This guy push me to give him my number, and I wish I hadn’t. I just wasted a year on a guy who catfished and lied to me. The guy I think I like is too busy for me, but I can’t stop thinking of him.. My ride for errands cancelled on me. This is all making me edging and my anxiety is high. However our towel smell amazing.”
If I said all of that I think I would overwhelm a new person.
I’ve been on a new therapy site called http://www.7cups.com and they have chats with groups, listeners and therapists. They also have tests and exercises to help with my depression and anxiety. I have getting more benefits from that site than my 2 therapists in real life.
If you chat with me and I say fine or ok, there usually (9 times out of 10) there is more. Don’t ask about it unless you really want to hear about it, please.
Just the other day, I had a guy proposed to me and several men wanting some harsh version of me that I don’t want to be.
All day I was thinking about one guy, because I feel we are connected in an intellectual way. I also loved his positivity. (He also had gotten my mind off of this other guy who I had missed for two months now. )
HOWEVER. I am worried, there is an issue holding us back. He has a kid. I’m not a kid person, they can make my anxiety go off the charts. (My ex–stepmother really screwed it for me. I’m burnt out on kids because of her.)
I’m so flustered. I really like this guy, but does he have too much baggage? I’m so confused. I confronted him, and I feel like it’s just going to work. I know how important kids are, and I would never tell someone to change their life for me.
I just feel a few days ago all these guys were into me and now I’m all alone. Sigh.
I should be sleeping, BUT . . .
My mind will not stop.
Things on my mind. . .
- Who is right one for me?
- Am I going to be alone forever?
- Why do I keep having headaches?
- My head knows I need to deal with my past, but my hormones say I’m lonely.
- I just want to cuddle.
- Will I ever get better?
- Will I ever be happy again?
- Will I ever get a cat?
- Will my family be ok? (Can I move on?)
- Why am I still mad?
- Why all I want to do is cry?
- Why do I keep pushing nice people away?
- Will my the blemishes on my face ever clear?
- Will I lose weight or at least get fit for more energy?
- Why does my body want to sleep up to 18 hours or not at all?
- Why do I feel I kicked in the gut for doing something good?
- Why do I feel like I get handled wrong or used?
- Why do people use me?
- Will I will the lottery?
I hate talking when someone is drunk. . .
they get loud, frisky, and always seem to have argumentative ideas.
I either think they are always right or they have to save all of the world’s problems right there and then.
They also pull answers out of the thin air.
Why can’t just people drink quietly and go to bed?
On a bar note:
I hate being drunk. . . I’m afraid I will get taken advantage of. . . I have to be in control.
Many of my friends think I am looser when I had a drink or two.
Just do not get me to pass to my emotional drunk, because then I am a wreck, bitchy, jealous, and no fun.
Warning: Adult Rating
I still like him alot—at least the version of the guy in my head.
It started out as two writers working on a few online stories together. Then we talked and shared personal stuff. Next we know the “L” word get passed over some texts. A few phone calls and lots of pictures. . .
Stress and problems share. . . words of hope.
Then nightmares and depression has me struggling to believe anything and makes me feel alone. My fear haunted me. . . that he catfished (as I have been before), that he is married, that he is not who he says he is.)-0-
We never met and the dark cloud in my head believes we well never meet and keep telling me to move on.
365 days of feelings, arguments, stories, chats. . . I enjoyed it all, but I wanted and needed and still WANT and NEED more.
I want to cuddle, kiss, make out, dance, have sex with lots of foreplay, sleep together, spooning, get have him see me be bashful and blush.
I guess the Fates feel we are just not ready for each other (yet if at all.)
I am not the type to handle a long timed– long distanced relationship with someone with similar problems as mine. Sigh.
The version of people, places, dreams in my head are usually 75% or more way better than those in reality.
I do this with guys a lot; especially the pretty guys with hot eyes and nice chest. . . I always make them more sweet, caring and interested in me in my head than they are in reality.
In reality, they are busy with their own lives. I’m probably not on the first of their list.
In my head, they all head over heels for me. They make time for me and they want to please me and have me please them. (All of the naughty gossiping whispers are about how “good” I am.)
I really love the “naughty” and “nice” ideas in my head.
I need to stop fantasizing and face reality. . . just makes my depression worst. Grrrr. Movies and media do not help.
Reality makes my anxiety go nuts, because I think too much. I like the idea of a guy into me, but in reality the guy was just there for the moment. Or he was nothing like what he was in my head.
My unicorn would be the guy I see in my head and reality.
I should just stick my making my fictional characters worshiping. . . to them I am a goddess.