| | I hate coming on here only to angst, but I'm putting my meaningful stuff on Being & Context now, so that's that.
Angst. It's a word that's pejorated somewhat, but I'm using it in an older sense: a profound and deep-seated spiritual condition of insecurity and despair.
Before I begin, I want to make sure that you know I'm not referring to my work here--at least not monolithically. But I wonder: if I can't find a human being who accepts me, how can I expect my work to be accepted?
I'm coming to the conclusion that I will never have a meaningful relationship with a woman beyond mere friendship: whenever I try to move further, I inevitably fail, and I inevitably break myself in the attempt. This has happened dozens of times, and I have no success stories. It's rare that I receive even so much as a smile or a platonic hug. I am no more successful with women now that I'm a senior in college than I was when I was a freshman in high school.
Extrapolating from what has happened before, I'm going to die alone wrapped in a rosary of failures that turned to chains.
God, no wonder I don't advertise this Xanga's existence.
The fact of the matter is this: I feel like a diabetic on Halloween. I feel like a color-blind child lost in the Louvre. I don't know how to fix this. I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I feel like I've tried everything, and everything just fails on me. The worst part is that I know my friends sympathize, but there's no way they know exactly how I feel. I'm lonely as all hell, and it scares me; I have no idea what real intimacy feels like. I don't know what it's like to feel the affection of another human being, to know what it's like to be devoted and to feel that devotion accepted.
Last night, I was up until 5AM, trying to calm my mind, trying to trick myself into feeling like things would be alright long enough to fall asleep. I barely got four hours of rest, and it was interrupted by cramps.
I don't want to be J. Alfred Prufrock; I don't want it, but nothing's going to take that feeling away. It's getting very hard to go on with this mockery that is my social life--maybe I should just become a hermit and throw myself into my writing. At least then, I'd only have one problem.
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| | Posted 12/29/2008 12:48 PM - 12 Views - 4 eProps - 2 comments
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