@firefly,
Like I mentioned before, I have trouble concentrating when I write now so what I have to say may not be poetic enough but I'm going to try to explain my viewpoint a bit further. However I'm more than a bit inebriated also so please bear with me.
I appreciate the input from you all. I'm not trying to be combative, I'm just trying to express ideas. I am giving thought to everything that you've had to say. Thank you.
First off I don't know how to use this site quite fully yet so I don't know how to do that thing where you show the quote you're responding to.
I think that just because I'm depressed it doesn't diminish my ability to reason soundly. I still am fully capable of forming opinions based on facts that I see in the real world. I merely have difficulty finding motivation to do anything for myself about it.
That's thanks to a concept called learned helplessness. I didn't become this way overnight. I've learned over the course of a lifetime that this is simply how life is.
I'm a bit insulted to be called a "needy child". My parents death was very traumatic. And yes I've lost quite a few other people in my life to deaths and other circumstances. If I've developed worry about never knowing if it's going to be the last time I see someone I hope you can understand where I'm coming from. I'm human. Also people are absolutely capable of feeling lonely even when they're surrounded by other people. Just because there are people around doesn't mean you connect with them. The people I've had the strongest connections with aren't around anymore.
The day after my birthday I found out that Ms. Poppins is engaged to him, a mere 7 1/2 months after leaving because she "wanted to be single".
I guess I need to give you some back story for perspective.
I'm not at all religious, but I have a deep desire to want to believe there's something in this world that makes us more than mere organs and tissue and bones. Something that means the behaviors that make us unique as individuals isn't just due to chemical reactions in our brains. Some kind of "magic" for lack of a better term. Something that can explain that feeling of appreciation that you sense for beautiful things in life. Music, art, natural beauty, love, and most importantly friendship.
I very strongly believe that friendship is the most important facet of human life, and that striving to help others is the highest thing a human being can try for. Because we as a human race are one with each other. Caring for those around us enables those people to better care for us in return.
The reason I'm so terribly depressed is because after an exhaustive amount of my lifetime spent thinking about things like "Is there a God?" and, "Does life have meaning?" I've come a very disheartening yet truthful realization that people don't have any "magic" inside them. People are only as moral as there options are.
There was a scientific study that showed up in the news this past summer during the Wall Street protests that talked about how wealthy people are less altruistic and less empathetic to the concerns of others. Think about it, if you've lived a privileged life and you've never heard the word "no" or never had to struggle for anything, how would that affect your attitude towards others?
I think this concept can be applied to other groups in life besides wealthy people who are privileged. Especially one of the two biggest subgroups in the human race: women.
I believe that women are proof positive that 1) God doesn't exist and 2) Life is a joke.
I love women ...so so much. Three of my best friends are women. As a heterosexual male I also have an appreciation for women that's hot-wired into the core of my genetic imprint. Women have a power over me that I can't put into words. Just having a woman around you that you know appreciates you is intoxicating. The way a woman smells, the way her voice sounds; these things have power over men. The way that a man feels merely if he anticipates a chance of making love to a woman must be something akin to the pull that a heroin user feels.
Women are the prize in life to catch. Women are more special than men. Women have more power than men. Women can give birth to new life!!! there's nothing man can do that's that special. Women are also impossible.
Some background on me, I went back to school later in life so I'm about 10 years older than most people in my social circle. I went to college because of 2 things, 1) Because of my situation growing up, I was forced to work unskilled labor jobs right after high school. I HATED this type of work because I felt I was capable of so much more. 2) The year before I started college my best friend was diagnosed with cancer. For about a good three months I spent almost all my free time at the hospital with him. During this period in my life I had been dating someone for almost five years, the love of my life at that point. My first serious girlfriend. Well it turns out that the nights I spent at the hospital with my friend, my fiancé had been spending her nights with someone else. I caught them in the act, in our apartment one night coming home from the hospital. My friend died the next week.
I didn't date anyone for almost six years after that.
I met Ms. Poppins on my birthday, the second to the last year of college. We were instant friends the moment we met, effortlessly able to talk to and relate with each other. And I'm someone who is very shy and has a very hard time getting to know new people.
We were friends for about a good year after that. Very close friends. During this time she was dating one of my friends who I worked with, let's call him Jack. Well Jack is a very goofy looking guy, but he is extraordinarily good with women because he's such a great manipulator and such a smooth talker. He also recognizes how important it is to project alpha male qualities. Because of this he has an almost otherworldly ability to charm people.
Jack had also fooled around with almost every female within our social circle prior to his dating Ms. Poppins. Including an intern who had long since left town. I happened to have a very strong crush on this person. One night Jack and I got drunk together and wound up in an argument about this person. I ended up not talking to Jack for about a month after this. I also avoided Ms. Poppins by association. To Jack this woman was just another girl to be fooled around with and forgotten. He didn't appreciate how special and sweet she was.
During this time MS. Popins texted me CONSTANTLY, wrote on my facebook and called me telling me that she missed me. I just avoided her. Finally after running into her at a friend's one night, the next day I wrote her a long email about what a douchbag Jack is and what's the point of even trying with women because there'll always be some smooth talker like him with all the moves to swoop in.
The next day she wrote to me just two lines: (This is from the actual email) Michael, I want to carefully think about what you wrote me and let my thoughts set in for a couple days. I care about you alot and you deserve a real response.
She wrote me back a couple days later this HUGE email. She told me that she had been crying a lot because she thought she'd never see me again because I couldn't fix things with Jack. She told me when she met me she felt an instant connection with me. She said that she felt like "she'd met a friend who had been missing from her life for her whole life and she didn't even know he was." She royally bitched me out for doubting myself. She said I was "a great looking guy, who people know is a good person right away when they meet you", and told me that I was "funnier than I could ever realize", and that the only thing I needed "was to work on my confidence, so that other people can see what I (MS. Poppins) see too". After each sentence she wrote, "You are young Michael!".
She said a lot of other things in that email too. Things that no woman has ever said to me in my life. And we weren't ******* then. This was my friend talking to me.
Well Ms. Poppins eventually broke up with Jack. A few months later because of my financial situation I was forced to look for a roomate to help lower living costs during my last year at school. Ms. Popins, also needed a new place to live and we agreed to be roomates. Two weeks before we moved, she confessed that she was in love with me. I was TERRIFIED at first, but because of our already strong friendship I eventually fell in love with her harder than I'd ever fallen for someone before.
When things started she kept saying "If things get tough, let's always make sure to talk things out". She'd constantly tell me not to put walls up, and pry into my mind wondering my thoughts on what was happening. I admittedly had some pretty big walls up. I was scared. I had this amazing, beautiful woman, the first person id dated in six years who was my best friend. Eventually i started letting the walls down. I was so in love with her. And the more I'd let myself care about her and more importantly LET HER KNOW THAT, the less attracted she became to me.
When I was hesitant about a relationship, she worked extra hard to win me over. Because women want GAME PLAYING. They want hard to get. you can't just say "I like you, I think I might love you. Can we just be cool with each other?" Because I'm a "nice guy" I treated her like a queen and I lowered my guard. I told her that she could get as fat as she wanted because she'd always be sexy to me. And I told her that because I loved her so much I'd probably forgive for anything irrational she could ever do.
She knew I was putty in her hands and that's not sexy to women! Women want (and will ONLY go for) alpha males who project social status, who have all the perfect things to say to everyone, and most importantly dominate women. Because in order to survive biologically speaking males must dominate females. That's why bad boys are sexy! Women WANT to be treated like ****! Because If a male is already pre-selected as attractive by other attractive females he has more worth.
Towards the end she said we had to quit saying "I love you". She wouldn't say it to me, but she kept sleeping with me. Of course she knew she was going to leave me and she knew how much I loved her, but that didn't stop her from continuing to sleep with me.
She told me that she "needed to be single for awhile" and that This year was "about her independence" . While she was moving out we wrote back and forth and also had many face to face discussions. With tears in my eyes I told how I was so scared that I would never talk to her or see her again. She said "this isn't goodbye, I'll be here if you need me", and said that we were friends above all else and that it was extremely important that we don't lose that.
For months after she left I swallowed my pride and tried to talk to her. I was in love with her, but mostly I loved my friend and if that was all we could be I was willing to do that because I wanted her in my life. I begged her for months to get together. She'd never have time, or she'd get angry with me even if I was being as nice as I possibly could. Eventually (after many months) I gave up trying to talk to her.
Then I find out that she was with Donald Duck immediately (within days of leaving me/perhaps even while she was still with me) after she left me. That's why she didn't have time for her "friend"! Then she runs off to California with him, and now they're engaged. All within about 7 months. Oh and because we had a lease I was forced to live in the apartment we shared for 6 of those months, each day living with her ghost while she was off banging Donald.
What hurts the most is that whether we had stayed boyfriend and girlfriend or just went back to being friends, I wanted to keep the nice things she'd said to me with me for the rest of my life. They meant so much to me. They made me feel good about myself for the first time in years, and they were all ******* bullshit!!! She used me, and when she was done she threw me away.
In the end the reasons she didn't love me were all superficial and went against her advice of how awesome I was, and how women want 'nice guys' like me. In reality it was all about how I'm not outgoing, and don't know how to play hard to get/game playing in general. Because I'd tell her sweet things or be 'lovey dovey' (her words) instead. It was about how I don't have money. It was about how I wasn't smooth enough with her family to impress them and win them over.
I was happy. I was in love with my best friend. I slept in the same bed with her. She'd pull herself up close to me and put her head on my chest and we'd fall asleep like that. She cooked for me. I'd drive her to work and kiss her goodbye. She'd wear my clothes. What I'd dreamed about my entire life was happening
So now the love of my life is going to have someone else's kids. I'll never be able to better than her. A beautiful, young woman who was my best friend. Who got all my dumb jokes. What difference does the rest of life make?
Women are impossible. I will never be the leader of men, rich, outgoing, smooth talker that they require. And they have ALL the control in relationships. They can just pick and choose who they want. They have never ending options available to them.
A companion in life is what I want. Call that a dream or a goal or whatever you want. It's something that can never be fulfilled with anything other than a companion.
I was simply born into a life that won't allow a woman in. I have zero control over this. I can't be someone I'm not.
These are very dark days for me. I'm trying very hard to find other meaning in life. It's so, so hard. It was SIX years of being alone before Ms. Poppins. Thinking about having to go that long again to possibly only lose again gives me truly dark thoughts.