Sigh... I'll give you some background on myself as a comparison.Gralian said:No, i don't think i'm "unique" by any stretch of the imagination. I do have an anxiety disorder, though, which stems from social phobia. I've spent a whole bloody year in therapy working with CBT to try and get over that, to try and "accept myself", as you put it. I tried to do force myself into situations i found uncomfortable and get myself in this belief system people seem to have of themselves that they can overcome anything, and when they do, they will find some sort of reward for their efforts in the form of some kind of earth shattering epiphany. I really gave it my all, but all i succeeded in doing is accepting my own futility, which i realise comes across as terribly pathetic. And don't worry - i've had the exact same "tough love" speech from people before. Unfortunately it's got to the stage where i just laugh it off, even though i know i've meant to take it seriously at face value and make me stop wallowing in self pity.
The problem i have with people claiming they've "been through it all before" is that it always feels so... minor in comparison. I'm sure there's some sort of egotistical "no-one has it worse than me" routine going on there, but... look, here's an analogy for you. Let's say person A says they are a gamer and play lots of games, but they have a gamescore under 10,000 and they don't have many titles attached to their account. Then person B says they also like games but are more of a gamer and they have over 100,000 gamerscore and lots of games attached to their account. Both people have played games, and enjoy games, but one of them is clearly more overtaken by it. That's how i feel, that while people say they have that "inner voice", it's just not on the same magnitude. I used to know someone who claimed to hate themselves, and yet they were out most nights getting drunk, having sex and having 600+ friends on facebook, which makes their claim feel so goddamn disingenuine when i have none of that and yet am - in theory - in the same position as them mentally. Go figure.
When i say about a partner loving you for who and what you are, flaws and all, i don't mean they accept you for it and that's that. I mean in a way that they are able to help you change. It's give and take. (at least in my mind anyway) You change for them because they make you feel like you're worth a damn and they take on muse-like qualities. You work harder because they make you feel better about yourself and you feel more 'complete' as an individual. I don't mean the kind of 'unconditional love' relationship - that sounds dreadfully unhealthy. Incidentally, i've always been attracted to girls who have been far beyond my reach and inadvertently make me feel even worse about myself. I suppose in a bizarre sort of way it's my little way of trying to make myself be able to reach their standard, to make myself change enough that i would actually be considered a viable candidate, but being a self-sabotager that unfortunately never works out. One in particular used to get very frustrated with me and constantly say to me that she was waiting for me to 'prove her wrong'. I was expecting to be held by the hand rather than stand on my own two feet. I think in the back of my mind i know that's what i should be doing, and that waiting for that open palm to help lift you up is the easy way out.
I regularly see a psychiatrist. I've no friends. I'm a virgin. I've had a single short fling which never got to more then kissing. I've had nothing I would call a real relationship. I've put serious thought to suicide. I've not even got a Facebook account.
I could go on but I hope you get the picture. I'm not saying I've got it worse or better. But I'm certainly not the guy getting laid weekly after going drinking with all his friends.
Firstly the point of trying out new stuff is not to start liking it. On the contrary, the point is to start disliking it. I used to feel that I should be out there, hitting the bars, chatting up girls etc.
So I tried it. Found out I hated it. Felt very depressed about that for a while, thought I was a failure, thought something was seriously wrong with me. Then, after months of feeling bad, I started to realize that that wasn't what I wanted. That I didn't want my life to be like that, that I enjoyed sitting at home on my own.
After that I mostly felt angry for a while. All those freaking ass-holes out there having a great time and ruining it for the likes of me who had nothing left. They got everything, I got nothing.
But, you know, they're just living their lives. They're likely not the greatest people, but they aren't actively out to ruin things for me. So eventually I accepted, that wasn't the person I was. I'm not the clubbing guy, I'm not a Casanova, I like being alone.
I already knew that in a way, but previously I strongly felt it was wrong to be that way. That I should be something else. And all the while I was just pretending to be that something else, leaving myself quite unhappy. Now I stopped pretending, and life isn't great, but I'm at peace with it. I like myself, and I'll meet people that I like and who like who I am.
And the main thing is that, as you put it, I've stopped reaching for their standard and I've stopped trying to be a viable candidate for them. I've started reaching for my own standard and I'm trying to be the candidate I want to be for myself.
It's not about you being right for the girl, that's her responsibility. It's about the girl being right for you, and for that to happen you have to know and accept yourself. You won't be able to determine what's right for you until you do. Until then you'll just be doing what others or society considers right for you.
So get out there. Find the things that make you miserable. Cry about it. Get angry at the freaking ass-holes who expect you to enjoy these retarded things. Then accept it and keep finding things that make you miserable until you finally stumble on something that makes you happy.
Then you'll start knowing yourself. And you can start to know what kind of girl would be right for you. That's the reward, that's the epiphany. Knowing what makes you miserable and accepting that it does. Knowing what makes you happy and being genuinely glad that it does.