This seems to not have gotten any traction in the other section I posted it in, so I'm reposting a shortened version here. Basically my problem is this; I do not do well with maintaining relationships or big groups. I often get caught in the middle of a tension or a war of emotional dislike and verbal attrition. No other words can describe the inept nature in which I mingle with groups. Therefore, I am requesting the council, guidance, and wisdom of persons on this forum.
My primary problems include but are not limited to:
1.) Feeling awkward or defeated around groups. For whatever reason I become extremely depressed around big groups, and I fear people. People tend to act phony and untrustworthy in groups, and make jokes to hurt my small fragile ego. Go figure.
2.) Not being able to select the women I want in groups because other guys tend to trample over my opinions, even if I try to forcefully repeat my statements and be heard. People tend to cut me off and not respect my words.
3.) I often evade groups because of the discomfort I receive from them; I shut down and become anti- social for several days up to several weeks.
4.) I have no problem with introduction, and the first few laughs, but my mid-game is all off.
5.) I have really shitty social skills point blank. I would like to attribute this to a family history mental illnesses, fear, and depression.
All in all, I'm not a bad looking guy, but some accounts I'm quite handsome, if I worked out a bit I'd look extremely handsome. But with all this being said, I sometimes become shy, timid, and afraid of people because of how they hurt me in the past. So I often try to avoid conflict and tension with them. This fear has caused me to become even more social inept than I was before. Even though there are moments when I can truly express myself and shine, most of the time my expression is muttered by both my foolishness and the foolishness of others.
I simply can't escape the hurt of my past. It's like a deep wound that refuses to heal. I have learned to accept that my looks do not hold me back, but rather my attitudes and spirits. But I have yet learned to understand or comprehend a way for me to accept life's journey for what it is. Maybe I am meant to be trapped in all this misery and foolishness for an eternity. Maybe life will never grant my mind, body, and spirit, the freedom I so desire and wish for. I harbor over what can possible cause me to hurt this way, and what I can do to change it.
I know many are tired of this victim narrative, but I cannot express myself or my intent in any other way. Just a fools few words.
If there was a song to help express my frustration it would be this song which was so beautifully written.
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Pleasure in my life just seems so fight, but like a soldier I fight on despite emotionally distress and despair. I think Tupac said it best,
Was born rough and rugged, addressin the mad public
My attitude was, "Fuck it," cause motherfuckers love it
To be a soldier, must maintain composure at ease
Though life is complicated, only what you make it to be
All in all this was just a thought.
Sincerely,
Gaius