Among my friends, my complete and utter failure at anything close to intimacy is well known, partly because it's kinda obvious, and partly because I can make good jokes out of it.
I'm used to it, hell, how on earth could I expect to be successful in such a field, I'm kinda awkward around girls that I like, I'm ugly as f***, and if anyone was to actually look beyond surface appearances, (man, that's hard to write without laughing), they'd just find a basically nice person...who's probably quite mentally unstable and unusual. I gave up on even trying because with moving out of my parents house to go to uni, I had enough things that I thought I'd fail at without trying to do something else I knew damn well I'd fail at, and quite frankly, with all the stress, worry, emotional torment, the possibility of being toyed with/used, and the likeliness that she'd just leave when she found someone better looking, (which most modern men probably do to, just so I don't get anyone thinking I specifically think women are disloyal) any dating/getting laid victory for me would likely be pyrrhic, the (most likely temporary) emotional boost would be offset (and then some) by the massive emotional damage incurred on the way to that destination.
In short, there's little chance that I could get to that goal, and even smaller odds that it could ever be worth it.
And yet, my friends persist in their "help", which mostly isn't even helpful. Last night, I was shoved drunk and bewildered in front of two girls who were so far out of my league they may as well been in the next galaxy, and then when I looked back at my friends for some idea as to what I was expected to do, I just got a gesture that I should talk to them. Say what? Say what muthaf***er!? Apologise for making my horrifying visage the subject of their nightmares for the next two weeks? Make a terrible chat up line involving a reference to mass effect?
See, since I've been at uni, I've become more of a complete human being than I ever dreamed possible. I have a social life, I'm even to some extent popular or at least, well known. People know me that I don't know, and seem glad to meet me, I must be doing something right. I'm happier now than I ever have been, and I don't want that confidence to be ruined by stupid attempts to attain something I can never, ever have. Thing is, that everytime someone brings it up, it shatters my well trained ability to ignore it for a little while, it can really put a damper on a night if it gets really bad.
I've tried explaining it to them, and explaining why I don't want to try anymore, but they just say that I'm selling myself short. The frustrating thing is that it comes from people who have never been in my position, from good looking people and people with "normal" minds. Sometimes if it does get on top of me (oh lawd, punz) and I just want a way to forget about my lack of success in that single part of my life, people I go to for advice, or just to talk to, get the wrong idea and start giving me useless advice on how to be successful.
So, how do I explain to my friends that I've abandoned that part of life? I've tried telling them that I'm otherwise happy, but they just don't get it.
I'm used to it, hell, how on earth could I expect to be successful in such a field, I'm kinda awkward around girls that I like, I'm ugly as f***, and if anyone was to actually look beyond surface appearances, (man, that's hard to write without laughing), they'd just find a basically nice person...who's probably quite mentally unstable and unusual. I gave up on even trying because with moving out of my parents house to go to uni, I had enough things that I thought I'd fail at without trying to do something else I knew damn well I'd fail at, and quite frankly, with all the stress, worry, emotional torment, the possibility of being toyed with/used, and the likeliness that she'd just leave when she found someone better looking, (which most modern men probably do to, just so I don't get anyone thinking I specifically think women are disloyal) any dating/getting laid victory for me would likely be pyrrhic, the (most likely temporary) emotional boost would be offset (and then some) by the massive emotional damage incurred on the way to that destination.
In short, there's little chance that I could get to that goal, and even smaller odds that it could ever be worth it.
And yet, my friends persist in their "help", which mostly isn't even helpful. Last night, I was shoved drunk and bewildered in front of two girls who were so far out of my league they may as well been in the next galaxy, and then when I looked back at my friends for some idea as to what I was expected to do, I just got a gesture that I should talk to them. Say what? Say what muthaf***er!? Apologise for making my horrifying visage the subject of their nightmares for the next two weeks? Make a terrible chat up line involving a reference to mass effect?
See, since I've been at uni, I've become more of a complete human being than I ever dreamed possible. I have a social life, I'm even to some extent popular or at least, well known. People know me that I don't know, and seem glad to meet me, I must be doing something right. I'm happier now than I ever have been, and I don't want that confidence to be ruined by stupid attempts to attain something I can never, ever have. Thing is, that everytime someone brings it up, it shatters my well trained ability to ignore it for a little while, it can really put a damper on a night if it gets really bad.
I've tried explaining it to them, and explaining why I don't want to try anymore, but they just say that I'm selling myself short. The frustrating thing is that it comes from people who have never been in my position, from good looking people and people with "normal" minds. Sometimes if it does get on top of me (oh lawd, punz) and I just want a way to forget about my lack of success in that single part of my life, people I go to for advice, or just to talk to, get the wrong idea and start giving me useless advice on how to be successful.
So, how do I explain to my friends that I've abandoned that part of life? I've tried telling them that I'm otherwise happy, but they just don't get it.