I am like the fat girl who constantly needs reassurance that she isn't fat, or the hot girl who surrounds herself with ugly friends to make herself feel pretty. Only difference is I am male, and it makes me sick.
Maybe I am overanalyzing it, but I doubt it.
I saw another asian escort tonight. She was older, about 40 but really pretty. She complimented me on my big penis, and she kept asking "Why you have no girlfriend? If I 20 years old again, and see you, I think I want this guy to be my boyfriend". Maybe she was just saying that since she wants more business. It is quite possible. But I have heard it before from others. The real problem is though, is that she only sees the exterior. This is what her kind words are based on. Deep down I have severe problems, and have done things which I can never take back. As soon as I open up to somebody they will run, shame me, humiliate me. Even so, this superficial meeting mixed with her superficial compliments was enough to 'fuel me' for the next day or 2. The thing is, in the days before I saw her I could barely leave the house because of how I looked, and more importantly because of who I AM. I hated myself, I hated who I am, who I have become. It makes me want to throw up, which I have done a few times. But all it takes is a few compliments to put me on cloud 9 again. Problem is I need them incessantly, because the euphoria from being admired and loved will only last a day or two until the depression starts once again, unless somebody else compliments me for who I am. My self worth is based soley on the opinions of others. This is why I visit escorts. Hearing compliments from them is the best of all, since they have been with thousands of other men yet they all say the same things about me - which leads me to believe what they say is genuine. However, it is hard to live life in this fashion. And it is especially hard since I seemingly have all the exterior tools required for happiness. I am lucky. I have more than others and should not be sad. This fact just perpetuates feelings of shame. I have no right to even be here, yet I keep returning like some selfish, spoilt, rich brat, for whom only the very best is ever good enough
I don't know what the point of this post is. I don't even know if it is even coherant. It will not elicit sympathy, since half of it is just talking myself up. Yeah, I am a jerk. And I hate myself for it. But when I have a few drops of alcohol in my system, I immediately feel like writing down my thoughts. And unfortuantly you guys are the ones who have to put up with it.
SD87
Maybe I am overanalyzing it, but I doubt it.
I saw another asian escort tonight. She was older, about 40 but really pretty. She complimented me on my big penis, and she kept asking "Why you have no girlfriend? If I 20 years old again, and see you, I think I want this guy to be my boyfriend". Maybe she was just saying that since she wants more business. It is quite possible. But I have heard it before from others. The real problem is though, is that she only sees the exterior. This is what her kind words are based on. Deep down I have severe problems, and have done things which I can never take back. As soon as I open up to somebody they will run, shame me, humiliate me. Even so, this superficial meeting mixed with her superficial compliments was enough to 'fuel me' for the next day or 2. The thing is, in the days before I saw her I could barely leave the house because of how I looked, and more importantly because of who I AM. I hated myself, I hated who I am, who I have become. It makes me want to throw up, which I have done a few times. But all it takes is a few compliments to put me on cloud 9 again. Problem is I need them incessantly, because the euphoria from being admired and loved will only last a day or two until the depression starts once again, unless somebody else compliments me for who I am. My self worth is based soley on the opinions of others. This is why I visit escorts. Hearing compliments from them is the best of all, since they have been with thousands of other men yet they all say the same things about me - which leads me to believe what they say is genuine. However, it is hard to live life in this fashion. And it is especially hard since I seemingly have all the exterior tools required for happiness. I am lucky. I have more than others and should not be sad. This fact just perpetuates feelings of shame. I have no right to even be here, yet I keep returning like some selfish, spoilt, rich brat, for whom only the very best is ever good enough
I don't know what the point of this post is. I don't even know if it is even coherant. It will not elicit sympathy, since half of it is just talking myself up. Yeah, I am a jerk. And I hate myself for it. But when I have a few drops of alcohol in my system, I immediately feel like writing down my thoughts. And unfortuantly you guys are the ones who have to put up with it.
SD87
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