Danny Ocean said:
Cowabungaa said:
Danny Ocean said:
All I see there is a big paragraph of self-depreciating excuses. Why are you so afraid of failure?
Harsh but true I suppose. I don't think I'm that afraid of it any more. I just expect it because I've failed at everything that ever mattered. It's an automatic response, I'm aware of it and I have no idea how to combat it. The most frustrating thing about it is that I
know that I haven't always been like that, yet I can't
feel it.
I heavily edited that post, by the way, be sure to read it.
I'm harsh because I used to be just like that. Granted, I was younger, however, the phrase:
"I've failed at everything that ever mattered" seems to lose a lot of its weight when you associate it with a twenty-something year old, no? You're
still young!
I did and edited my own post in return.
But yeah, I'm young, but that doesn't change the fact that everything I ever did that really mattered has failed. Young or not, I'm recognising a pattern. A pattern that has reconfigured my brain. Still, you're right, but there's that disconnection of the heart and mind again; I know it, but I don't feel it. It's like that with a lot of things.
The pressure doesn't help either; I have only
one go left at completing college. If I flunk out this time I won't be able to start over again thanks to financial reasons. Yet my dad
demands that I start or he'll kick me out of the house. And it all has to happen in the next couple of months, and all I can think about is the horrible failure ahead of me, a life of minimum-wage in a tiny rural village, living alone in a dingy room or
worse. Dad's "or else..." constantly looms over my head and does make me afraid of failure, despite expecting it.
Well going to the cinema alone doesn't do anyone any good (besides film critics). The gym, too, is a pointless endevour. Even for me. There's just no drive and gyms are often full of narcissistic pricks. They're boring as hell. Changing clothing style simply changes the way other people see you, not how you see yourself.
I disagree. I was always
very afraid of doing unknown things on my own, by going to the cinema alone and feeling comfortable with that I broke a mold. I think that's quite important, I've gained a sense of freedom I didn't have before. I now easily go to town alone, something I couldn't imagine doing a few years ago.
The gym, well, it was something to get me out of my room and finally gather the energy to do something about my then-poor physical shape (which has now sagged back again a bit, but I've picked up the rhythm again, doubt it helps though). Boring, eh, it's not fun but an MP3-player works wonders. Helps ignore the narcisstic bros too. Again, I broke a mold, which is what mattered. I think I was pretty proud of myself for a while, for gathering the energy to change something about myself which I didn't like.
As for the clothes, you'd be surprised that I mostly wear those clothes inside when other people can't really see them. It's a sense of self-appreciation; "I
can look good." Dad said it was pointless to buy new outfits while no-one could see them, but I couldn't disagree more; it made me feel good about myself that I am in fact not ugly. Changing the way I dress was a sign of coming to terms with a part of me.
Sadly though, all those things seem to have wained over the last few months. I think it's because I lost sight of the goal I once had and didn't find (yet) find a replacement. Which is guess is where the general apathy and loss of enjoyement has also come from. I think, I'm not sure.
That's the core problem here. You've been so limited in interests for so long I suspect you neglected responsibilities when they mattered in the pursuit of those interests.
Care to elaborate on that one? Really, it's not like I skipped school so I could game more. It was around the time I went to college that I gave up raiding in WoW. But I'm not sure what the supposed limitness of my interests have to do with it, something I'm not so sure about. I'm interested in a ton of things, hell most of them I haven't actually pursuited.
That's why I advocated a solitary sport in the form of a martial art- despite popular portrayal, martial arts are not about beating the other learners, but about self-fulfillment. They're all about the individual. They're also quite cognitive as sports go, requiring memorization of routines and precise implementation of your knowledge. I honestly think you'd like it. Of course you'd suck at the beginning, but you'll get better fast.
It's funny. During my first belt grading (From white- the first belt, to yellow- the second) I was the only teenager in a room full of toddlers. It was funny, but no-one was judging me.
Oh I know that, it's why martial arts always appealed to me. It's just that... I don't know, I just can't. I can't imagine myself standing there, and when I can the only thing I can see is failing and getting jeered at by my family. Just more humiliation. The idea of sucking
again...I can't see myself getting better. With anything.