I am really tired of being ugly and knowing it. I hate all the stupid insecurities that come along with that knowledge. I can’t stand that my otherwise midly-paranoid and jealous attitudes are amplified by this situation. It bugs the living shit out of me that at times I come to regret the extremely open relationship I have with my SO when I crush her spirits and seal my own fate when I have the gall to ask, “Do you think he’s more handsome than me?” I hate it that I already know what the answer will be, and I hate it that that will always be the answer.
It is something that I cannot change; it is, as far as I know, the one thing I dislike about myself that I cannot change that I haven’t already accepted. Such feelings of powerlessness are the things that make me most sad and anxious.
(And here is where I hijack my own thread into a babbling, senseless rant…)
I have known for a while that the only problems I have with my SO are due to my own insecurities and the resulting paranoia and jealousy. A thread I posted about her in MPSIMS was eaten in the board crash. It was mostly about me being paranoid about her drinking when she goes off to college. She’s off to college since two weeks ago, and I’ve had my emotional ups and downs since. It seems that I have been getting better in the last year or so. My down times are getting shorter and less frequent. Even now I’m starting to come out of this down time (I started writing this post while I was still talking to her on AIM about fifteen minutes ago and have been adding onto it sporadically since.) Most times I blow the down times out of proportion in my head so it seems like they are bigger than they actually are.
I’m not even sure why I’m posting this. I guess I’m looking for some guy or girl to say, “You’re not alone,” or “You aren’t as crazy as you think you are.” Realistically, I probably don’t want to hear posts from people that want to help me or give me advice or tell me that I am crazy and controlling and a bastard. Theoretically, I will probably get them and should want them. And I will definitely accept them and read them and benefit from them (probably moreso than the nicer posts.)
So many times when I’m feeling in the dumps about my girl, I write a post like this to the SDMB or my Live Journal, and then close down the browser without submitting it. But I’m gonna submit it this time, just to have it here. Just so I can look at it when I am happy (which is increasingly becoming now) and say, “Gee, I am really stupid when I’m sad.” Or I can look at it when I’m sad and say, “Gee, I’d better not post one of those again.”
Bah, that’s enough for now. Maybe if I feel up to it later, I’ll rant and rave about how I’m always wearing a mask around people, or how I have almost no social skills. We’ll see. I’ll probably close down the browser before I hit Submit…