Tag: analysis

Easier said than done

Who among you has ever grabbed a piece of paper late at night? Specifically, at 11:30 PM, and frantically scrawled a list of everything they hate about themselves?
Me. That’s who. I watched a beloved character from a favorite show deliver a scene-stopping line. “I am SO tired of my own Bullshit!”, she said. That was my reaction. I began to log my own Bullshit. It wasn’t hard to do; I had a working list in mere seconds.

I’m not loving what I came up with. I shouldn’t love it, it’s the harsh truth. If I am to continue on my constant path of self-improvement, these character flaws must be addressed. They might seem paltry, insignificant, or even false to some. It’s about me, and I can’t be concerned about it making sense to others. In fact, that is number one on my list; stop caring what others think.

I stop short of calling myself full of shit. But I can be a bit hypocritical when I want to. I’m the first person to say that I don’t care about what people think of me. I wish it was true, but it isn’t. I care greatly about what my peers think of me. Not based on matters of image, but how I am perceived and understood. In particular I care about my character. This is an important distinction; reputation is what people think of you, but character is who you actually are. And there lies the issue. I feel that people don’t know me for who I am and what I bring to the table. If I feel that someone doesn’t grasp my intentions or the reasons behind my actions I will feel misunderstood. I hate misunderstandings. My quest to avoid misunderstandings causes me a great deal of anxiety and duress. I consider myself a genuine, good-natured and well-intentioned man. It kills me when I am perceived otherwise.

I suppose that this revelation opens another portal of personal struggle. I also have a sincere expectation of honesty and communication. I am not so concerned with events as I am the cause. When someone wrongs me I need to know why. My recent breakup is a perfect example. After several very enjoyable dates, I noticed compatibility was evident. Despite this, a woman I was dating suddenly told me that she can’t see me anymore. A family matter had come up and she couldn’t do “the boyfriend thing”. It was only a few dates so it wasn’t crushing to me. But it didn’t make sense to me. I have been obsessing over this for over a week. I am outraged that I didn’t get an explanation for how someone can just shut someone off like that. Especially when things were going so well. But she doesn’t owe me that. It would have been considerate and very helpful to me. It would ease the cycle of overthinking and inevitable self-blame. But I’m not going to get my explanation. I’m just going to have to deal with that. She’s not me. I can’t expect “me” in others. Because I want it does not mean that I can have it. I need to come to grips with this.

Easier said than done. But worrying about shit that I can’t change is also on the list of BS that I need to stop.

Now all I have to do is reckon with what I came up with.

Traits of Lonely People: A Personal Reflection

I previously discussed the topic of loneliness. I started it by recalling a conversation I once had with a friend. He had mentioned that the ability to go out to restaurants and bars alone is rare. That is to say, without caring about the impression of being lonely. He further went on to say that it indicates security, confidence, and self-awareness. Now, I do have a well-documented penchant for self-awareness. I do know exactly what and who I am.
But I am not confident or secure. I ended the blog by stating that I am not lonely, I am merely good at being alone.
As it often happens with me, inexplicably, I then came across an article online that addressed my issue du jour. The article was about the traits of lonely people.

Despite my insistence that I not lonely I perused the article. It’s a bad habit of mine, to read articles that are likely clickbait and fluff. These articles list symptoms of disorders. Gullible readers then try to plug their own traits in to see if they fit. If I may skip ahead, this one fit.
The traits, according to the author, of a lonely person are as follows:

Struggle with vulnerability.
Oh, hell yes. I don’t just enjoy my own company. I choose to be alone as opposed to opening myself up to getting hurt again. I may take the leap again in romance. Still, it will take a lot to trust once more.

Overanalyze social situations.
I want to be liked, accepted, welcomed, appreciated and missed when I’m not around. Unfortunately, that would need that I engage socially. You can easily recognize, through earlier posts, that I have an active social life. I do indeed. But the amount of effort expended while later analyzing (overthinking) every goddamn word, facial expression and conversation is exhausting. My acute anxiety causes me to be concerned about making social mistakes. It’s a self-fulfilling prophecy. I worry about making verbal gaffes or saying an inappropriate comment so intensely that I inevitably commit one. Not always but frequently enough. This is anything but confident and secure. It can lead to my not wanting to go out amongst people.

Highly sensitive.
I have had the word “sensitive” applied to me far too often. Not unjustified at all. I am sensitive. I experience things powerfully. I take things seriously. I care deeply. I have thin skin. I can look you in the face and tell you that I don’t care what people think of me. But I do. Quite a lot. Not for superficial reasons, I care about the impression I leave on people. But I have been told to “lighten up” more than I care to admit.

Don’t believe they are worthy of love.
I do grapple with this. I question whether my turn has passed. I wonder if I have the qualities to be a worthy partner. Further, I debate if I bring anything to the table. Am I active enough? Do I have enough money? Do I have annoying habits? Long story short, am I datable? Finally, do I deserve another chance at love? This is often debated in the halls of my mind.

Insist on doing things alone.
Yes and no. I have always been self-reliant. Except for mechanical tasks, which I suck at, I don’t ask for help. I hate asking anyone for anything for fear of “putting them out.” Also, I hate criticism. I’m getting better at distinguishing between negative and constructive criticism. I am not proud of my lack of ability to fix things. I choose to not reveal it if possible. I’m not sure this is a sign of loneliness.

Active imaginations.
If an active imagination is a trait of lonely people, maybe I’m not. My mind shows imagination actively in limited ways. Often it is limited to imagining why someone doesn’t like me. This is anxiety and it sucks. I hope I can get control over that trait someday. It is crippling and will continue to hold me back in life.

Over Apologizing.
Over-apologizing is a trait of a neurotic or insecure person. I do not believe it has anything to do with loneliness. That’s not to say that I don’t do it. I do it because I’m a neurotic and anxious person. I can be so in a room full of trusted friends as well as while alone. I know in my heart that an apology should be sincere and a one-off. Over-apologizing is seeking forgiveness (if it is pending) to make you one feel better. I am getting better at avoiding it. It’s part of accountability and acceptance of situations.

Self-deprecating sense of humor.
This has nothing to do with being alone. It has everything to do with being comfortable in your own skin. There is nothing more damaging than saying terrible things to yourself about you. Your mind can’t distinguish the difference. I am guilty of doing this. I have for years. The reasons are obvious, I am not comfortable in my own skin. But I don’t lack self-esteem. A person who has little to no self-esteem that makes self-deprecating comments is very uncomfortable in their own skin. That may be the reason they are alone and/or lonely.

In conclusion, there is some meat to this article. But a good amount of these traits are suffered by all types of people, not just lonely ones. Taken in its entirety, I am a bit surprised at how many of the above do apply to me.