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.
Please be honest with me. . .
If I am too fat for you, okay not everyone enjoys bbw. (I’m trying to get more fit, but I have I’ll move on. If you are worried about weight, it is easier to move too.)
If I am too harsh or not harsh enough, tell me. (I am who I am, if I am too harsh for you, we will not fit.)
I know I am not a nurturer, or sympathetic. (However I’m a very generous and caring person. I’m also empathetic at times, but that drains me.)
The thing I have learned from honesty is that it is easier to heal and move on. (Thing someone is spearing my feelings by lying is mean and a fool.)
Note: telling me these things, does NOT mean I will change, but does mean we are probably not compatible and to move on.
There 7.6 billion people in the world, I’m NOT for everyone. Just be honest with me and yourself.
I’m just trying to find a honest person who communicates often and connects with me. Is that too much to ask?
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.
Things that make me happy
- Getting an a long e-mail
- Good Sex with lots of foreplay
- Hours of unbothered writing
- Writing 10,000 words in a day
- Finishing (reading) a good book
- A story with a good twist
- Not being able to predict something
- Going out
- Helping others
- Making others happy
- Cuddling with someone nice during a movie
- Kissing and making out
- Getting actual mail: letters and package
- Bubble bath
- Having energy
- A nice walk
- Lots of pillows and comfy bed
- Good night sleep
- Talking all night
- Going to the zoo
- Good Morning Greeting
- Spooning: I like the inner spoon
- A good tone male hairless chest
- A fit six pack ab
- Bright blue or blue-green eyes
- A nice smile
- Hair on the a guy’s head that I can run my hand through
- A night of card or board games with friends
Health wise . . . I have felt like I’ve been stuck upside on a rollercoaster. I mean I get a good energy day like the other day. . . I wrote over 4000 words, made dinner, help straighten the place up, made coffee, and helped with whatever anyone needed. Then all day yesterday I was drained. . . I could barely get out of bed.
I hate it when I over do myself on a high energy Why can’t I ever just have energy and get good sleep to do it again the next day? I mean on my draining days there are times even coffee doesn’t help.
One good day and I can be down for a day, a few days or even a week. When I am drain but up I get headaches and I feel like a zombie trying to focus. Grrr.
Between my zombie insomnia and my rough sleep apnea: a good night sleep is hard.
Why me? It makes it really hard to focus.
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.