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August 25, 2008, 5:09 am PDT
Come back
Consider me a transplant from the depression forums. I said i would stop posting there for very depressing reasons and very irrelevant to what i'm doing. Been a long time since i left the dr.phil depression boards, I kept a private diary on this site for a while but as always is the case with diaries and me, I become incredibly bored with them when i know (or suspect in this case) that they are not being read. Catharsis ends where redundence sets in.
ANYWAYS
All a lead up to what I am here to ask about. I came here in particular as a guess as to the best fit for my dilema. Nothing fit right, but this was the best one to categorize me right now. That is because I have difficulty making friends. To be more specific, woman friends, and even more specific, because I have a talent for becoming obsessed with them very easily. I'm a little bit worried about it because I know the rest of me. Meaning that between a talent for obsession, a big jealousy button, and pent up frustration to the point of sadistic and homicidal anger, I am a crazy ex boyfriend waiting to happen. I've never done anything sadistic or homicidal, that was just to give you an understanding of the scale frustration can build to anger. And when it's about girls whom I like to think that I sincerly care for, I really try to stop doing it. Yes I have hobbies, yes i'm in school and am looking for a job and other means by which to socialize but understand this. It takes no more than an instant away from giving my full attention to something that those sorts of obsessive thoughts can start up. If I stop reading long enough to cough and re-find my place, that's all it takes. Stop reading long enough to turn to the next page:BOOM! It's there on you and you spend another 30 seconds pushing it back, quieting them down before you can get back to reading. If this sounds time-consuming and tiring that's because it is. It leads to a lot of time being mad at myself, trying to stop myself from constantly thinking about them and letting every little small thing you see somehow bring you back to them. And you try and try and try and fail and you're so tired and you can't sleep because you can't find peace. Then about 5 in the morning sheer exhaustion makes you sleep for 2 hours before you get up and do it again. Sad, isn't it?
As early as just last night, I confessed all this to a girl I am infatuated with in Georgia. Yes, including my obsession of HER. Since we have been talking for years she wasn't about to just up and leave me once learning this. I'm tremendously thankful for that. It also helps that she is geographicly immune from any undue wrath. And somehow, telling her about it, especially the part about her being a subject made me feel a lot better about it and makes it abit easier to talk about it. Please save the 'I told you so's until you've actually helped me. No, she's not the only victim of this and no, she's not even the only victim right now. My head gets very very loud with a few of those girls, of which the one in Georgia I am most infatuated with, my protesting and yelling against them, and last but not least my real Responsibilites from a practical life.
And while I have been trying to stop these obsessive ways for the longest time. Confessing to a victim, or maybe just to her, had motivated me to hit harder at it. I now want to go look for things that I don't know about that might help me stop it. I spent this particular sleepless night searching the internet for help but finding nothing. I think I'm bad at using search engiens in general but that is a self deprecation that must wait! Oddly enough the bulk of what I've found thusfar has been about women obsessed with, if not one man, the idea of a boyfriend as well as romance novel publishers. That's like the exact oppisite of what I'm looking for.
If anyone knows something concrete to help me, I'm begging you to share it. Trust me, I'm not above getting down on my knees and crying, imploring you for assisstance. So you can imagine that if it helps. But I've had it with vague suggestions about things to try to get my mind off of it. That simply isn't enough for me anymore.
I, too, hate when people put walls of text like this up on boards giving some epic poem of their adventures in self pity and failure . But I just get my writer up when I'm on DrPhil.com.
(((((*******IF YOU DON"T WANT TO READ THE WALL OF TEXT ABOVE, HERE"S THE SUMMATION******))))))
-I obsess constantly over women I admire.
-I want to stop because I am exhausted and they deserve more.
-I've tried and become sick of all etheral suggestions on getting my mind off of it because NONE OF THEM WORK and it's not enough for me anymore
-I'm a little desparate because I'm exhausted and now I'm REALLY PI$$ED!
-And if anyone thinks they know something about this infatuation of mine or so much as think that I am some kind of gentleman, they should spend 3 minutes in hell for lying.(Nothing personal)
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