What if the guy is good looking with a good personality and is nice? What then, do you start looking at what car they drive, what house they live in, where does it end? People should not be comparing themselves to others and start living their own lives.
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This is the age old question that will never be truthfully answered. Just kind of like "does size matter". We think we have an answer but we really never do. Why? Because it depends on so many others things. Everything in life is relative. Relativity doesn't just apply to Einstein's time, space, matter, and energy theory. It applies to everything in life. The answer changes with every different situation. The answers are dynamic...
To Simcha, SpoiledPrincess, and Snoozan: those are three of the most sensible posts in this thread, or even on this forum in recent history.
I just wish I could figure out how to grasp those ideas and manage to apply them to my life. I really want to be able to know how to do that.
If I can't be rich, how can I be content as a working class? If I can't look like Brad Pitt, how can I be content with average looks? If I can't have a large penis, how can I be content with average? How did you guys do that?
That's what I want to know.
A lot of the way I am was situational. Not trying to blame others in saying this. It's my fault 100% for letting it happen. I was picked at and put down by family members. I have been snubbed on some jobs I've had for not having the education or money that the professional people did. I was snubbed in school for being a geek, dork, gear head, or what ever you want to call it. I was also ridiculed in school at a certain age. I gave up trying to fight back and I just isolated myself from the pain any way I could. On the job I just stayed away from the snobs. In school the same thing. I hung out with the custodians and the maintenance mechanics.
At home I'd get away when I could. I usually found some kind of work to do for somebody. Nobody could complain about that. I learned how to do a lot of different jobs and work on many things, but I learned nothing about life itself. Now I'm getting older and I'm sad, lonely and miserable. When I say I've had my head in machinery most of my life, I'm not joking.
I long for the real taste of life that I've never had. For what's beyond the world of mechanical things. Diesel smoke, and wheels can only take one so far, and never away from the pain. I really don't know what to do to change things. How did you guys overcome your problems to be happy with who and or what you are? I am not happy with who and what I am.
I hate myself. I hate my situation. I hate what I have become...