Loneliness desperation
I think the worst I ever did out of loneliness was continue talking to someone who started talking to me at the pizza store, then without thinking suggest to him to go watch the fireworks (it was Independence Day) from the park (it was night). Of course he immediately tried to caress my hair, I said "hang on a sec, I'll be right back", walked away a little till I was closer to the busy traffic in the street, then ran for my life.
The next to worst was to contact lots of friends from my past hoping to rekindle the friendships that had once been so good. It was, I think, pathetic.
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The next to worst was to contact lots of friends from my past hoping to rekindle the friendships that had once been so good. It was, I think, pathetic.
ya happened with me too....i have ran for my life the moment they started fidgeting with me.
and girls never bother to talk with me.
guys just want a chance
its frustrating
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Draka
Raven
Joined: 8 Feb 2013
Age: 33
Gender: Female
Posts: 116
Location: Deep inside my head and so far away.
Dear namaste,
I spent a few years thinking of a fellow who stole from me every time he visited my place as my friend. I let him keep coming over even though I knew he was stealing my stuff, because he was one of my very few links with the world. I later learned he was spreading rumors about me, driving wedges between me and our other mutual acquaintances.
I finally had to quit letting him in the door. Whenever he arrived, I would say that I was on my way to some store or other, but he was free to come with me. About the third time I didn't let him in, he quit coming over.
I have learned, through much hard work, how to be social. I am an older guy, and at my last job, I routinely had high school and college girls coming up to me to give me hugs. There was a time in my life when this would have terrified me, but now I enjoy it. There was nothing even vaguely sexual in this, just friendly.
Don't give up. Don't give in. Don't give out.
I wish you good luck and hope you will think of me as
Your friend,
Ikari Gendo
I spent a few years thinking of a fellow who stole from me every time he visited my place as my friend. I let him keep coming over even though I knew he was stealing my stuff, because he was one of my very few links with the world. I later learned he was spreading rumors about me, driving wedges between me and our other mutual acquaintances.
I finally had to quit letting him in the door. Whenever he arrived, I would say that I was on my way to some store or other, but he was free to come with me. About the third time I didn't let him in, he quit coming over.
I have learned, through much hard work, how to be social. I am an older guy, and at my last job, I routinely had high school and college girls coming up to me to give me hugs. There was a time in my life when this would have terrified me, but now I enjoy it. There was nothing even vaguely sexual in this, just friendly.
Don't give up. Don't give in. Don't give out.
I wish you good luck and hope you will think of me as
Your friend,
Ikari Gendo
The stealing reminds me of myself when i started reading tarot for a small amount and all sorts of random people barged into my house at odd and would take up all my time without paying me a penny
It was my time to get away from loneliness but that was the price i paid for it.
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quality over quantity except when said quantity is zero: at the height of my friendlessness, i abandoned all standards and befriended a thief, a narcissist, a drug addict and a habitual liar (all one person, mind you). sometimes when an emotional need is profound enough (i.e. the need for companionship), logic and moral sensibility take a back seat (in other words: people behave irrationally under the influence of feelings and social drives). maybe it's no different from experiencing an extreme physical need: starving people will sometimes go to radical lengths for food, abandoning all reason and social sanction; maybe people starved for emotional connections are the same. (insert shrug)
one year later, i guess i don't care so much. solitude, in all it's stagnancy, is still less harmful than "social prostitution" - subjecting myself to some jerk, simply to avoid being alone. it does bother me, that i'm so isolated. but i try to remember how alone i felt in the presence of this person when he manipulated me to get what he wanted.
one year later, i guess i don't care so much. solitude, in all it's stagnancy, is still less harmful than "social prostitution" - subjecting myself to some jerk, simply to avoid being alone. it does bother me, that i'm so isolated. but i try to remember how alone i felt in the presence of this person when he manipulated me to get what he wanted.
Ya and festival times are horrible.
I would prefer sitting alone at home rather then accept the invitation of my narcisstic mother who will belittle me, degrade me and the
entire day would be one big pull down.
Really the hunger for love and companionship can make us do weirdest things
just read this in todays morning paper it was in headline
http://www.mumbaimirror.com/article/15/ ... r-yet.html
it really hurts me that emotional issues can lead to so much social stigma
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