azucaramargo
Enlightened
- Sep 16, 2018
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All the people I admire on this site never post such nonsequitur, self-serving let-it-all-hang-out threads. But. I was hoping that I might vent to you all, my dear SS friends, and experience some relief.
I'm going to list some realities about which I am perturbed. Of course, in the grand scheme of things, most people would say I have bigger fish to fry than the items on the following list (e.g., $30k in debt for a degree I never finished, live with my parents, recently got in car accident & said parents are angry/disappointed/not letting me drive).
But, since I've never really been good at big-picture, long-term planning, here are the issues that are plaguing me at present:
-My ugly-ass, bloated, square-faced picture on my ID-badge photo for work that looks like a down-trodden version of my driver's-license picture of 6 years ago
-I have a hair appointment tomorrow that I can't effing afford, and will therefore have to cancel.
-I can't afford this upper-eyelid-lift (i.e., blepharoplasty) that would drastically improve my appearance.
-I can't afford the Botox that I once enjoyed (during unhealthy/mercenary romantic relationships of yore).
-I have not been able to exhibit the consistency/discipline/self-regulation required to lose any effing weight. So, I hate the way my body looks, but I don't do s&it about it.
-I love a kid 1/2 my age, and wish I were rich enough to be a cougar, so I could at least buy his love. The attention this kid sporadically pays me feels amazing. And I'm depressed/embarrassed to have such ridiculous feelings.
-My mom encouraged me to only bring "sections" of a submarine sandwich with me to work (rather than the whole sub). Just pissed me off. I know I'm effing fat.
-Seems like the easiest effing thing to do would confront my weight/fitness issues and make a change, but have I done anything about that? Noooooooo! I admire these people that never seem to put on any weight--despite aging and life stresses and pregnancies. WTF?!?
-As I lose my looks with age, I am realizing what a lonely future lies in front of me. So, that bothers me for two reasons: A) Fewer people will want to be around me, help me, listen to me, love me. B) For happiness and a sense of well-being, I am still so dependent on superficial attention. Like, I haven't built a career to fulfill me and spark people's interest/admiration in me in the autumn of my life.
-My neuroses seem to alienate me even more than before. I can't attract the people I want to attract.
-I hate my slumped shoulders and paunchy gut that are totally effing within my control to fix, but I just haven't.
Everyone ages. Everyone loses his/her/ looks. I hate myself for having these cliché concerns. I hate that I have given up. Hate that my happiness/sense of self is so heavily contingent on others' approval/affection. Hate that I can't seem to hold on to friendships/relationships. Thank you for letting me vent. I feel a little better.
I'm going to list some realities about which I am perturbed. Of course, in the grand scheme of things, most people would say I have bigger fish to fry than the items on the following list (e.g., $30k in debt for a degree I never finished, live with my parents, recently got in car accident & said parents are angry/disappointed/not letting me drive).
But, since I've never really been good at big-picture, long-term planning, here are the issues that are plaguing me at present:
-My ugly-ass, bloated, square-faced picture on my ID-badge photo for work that looks like a down-trodden version of my driver's-license picture of 6 years ago
-I have a hair appointment tomorrow that I can't effing afford, and will therefore have to cancel.
-I can't afford this upper-eyelid-lift (i.e., blepharoplasty) that would drastically improve my appearance.
-I can't afford the Botox that I once enjoyed (during unhealthy/mercenary romantic relationships of yore).
-I have not been able to exhibit the consistency/discipline/self-regulation required to lose any effing weight. So, I hate the way my body looks, but I don't do s&it about it.
-I love a kid 1/2 my age, and wish I were rich enough to be a cougar, so I could at least buy his love. The attention this kid sporadically pays me feels amazing. And I'm depressed/embarrassed to have such ridiculous feelings.
-My mom encouraged me to only bring "sections" of a submarine sandwich with me to work (rather than the whole sub). Just pissed me off. I know I'm effing fat.
-Seems like the easiest effing thing to do would confront my weight/fitness issues and make a change, but have I done anything about that? Noooooooo! I admire these people that never seem to put on any weight--despite aging and life stresses and pregnancies. WTF?!?
-As I lose my looks with age, I am realizing what a lonely future lies in front of me. So, that bothers me for two reasons: A) Fewer people will want to be around me, help me, listen to me, love me. B) For happiness and a sense of well-being, I am still so dependent on superficial attention. Like, I haven't built a career to fulfill me and spark people's interest/admiration in me in the autumn of my life.
-My neuroses seem to alienate me even more than before. I can't attract the people I want to attract.
-I hate my slumped shoulders and paunchy gut that are totally effing within my control to fix, but I just haven't.
Everyone ages. Everyone loses his/her/ looks. I hate myself for having these cliché concerns. I hate that I have given up. Hate that my happiness/sense of self is so heavily contingent on others' approval/affection. Hate that I can't seem to hold on to friendships/relationships. Thank you for letting me vent. I feel a little better.