I don't want to write too much.
General feeling has been that in a sense I'm releasef from all of this--("approach anxiety"). However, I feel like I'm directly facing the terror that I can actually succeed.
I'm also becoming more and more disturbed by the stuff I read in the community, and I think I should stop. As I said to Kedar--this is about my psychological issues--I'm not trying to become those people. There are a few on there who seem like they really do have a good sense of themselves--but I'm not so sure. I read 3 posts that got me thinking.
One was about something called an "Apocalypse" opener--basically you say hi, ask a girl if she wants to come home with you, hold the look--and go on as normal. Very direct.
Second was a variation on this
Third was posted by the same person, direly warning everyone that the community can and will destroy you.
The poster, named Ciaran, is clearly over dramatic, and a studmuffin.
But actually seeing how easy all of this CAN be--and how powerful it is--and how seductive it is to ME--is freaking me out.
None of this Game crap--I'm now staring complete---uh--relase? Freedom? Maturity? Masculinity? Adulthood? in the face. Opening doens't scare me---flirting doesn't scare me...this does.
Why the hell have I been feeling detached again--experiencing the difficulty getting my work done? The feelings of detached dread leading to procrastination, the fear of success with women, even, it seems, the fear of flying seem to be the same fear. Loss of control, confusiion, darkness, death? Who knows. In the shower today, I drew things. I drew a dot, then an end point a few feet away. It wasn't frightening to draw a second dot after the first--then a third...and I reached the end easily. But thinking about the whole line was disorienting in the same way.
But I always reach the end.
And the process--although it may not be CORRECT, or accurate, or comfortable, seems to happen. I get there. I need to train myself to not be afraid of not knowing--not seeing.
In a bar today, I flirted a bit. Opened two girls sitting down about the G20 summit. Kedar came in. I switched my attentino to the cute dark haired one--she had a musician/artist look about her, but she was a journalist. I was wearing the new blue flat cap, and she asked if I was in the music scene in Boston :)
I switched gears--talked about typing swear words in a mobile phone! Loosened up the conversation--she seemed more interested. So was I. At one point I said something like "You can swear in a mobile phone! WHere have you been all my life!"
I left to go back to the bar, and so did they. Wrong move, but no matter.
Suggestion of interest.
I can do this.
It's not evil...it's not dark...it's not "NOT ME"...
I can be really good with chicks....and be me at the same time.
And unlike those weird, dark forum people....I think I can be really in touch with myself, truly individual, and happy as well.
This...for all the awful pain and struggling and disconnection....
is progress.