i’ve been thinking about this for a few days now and even though this is probably going to take me some time to put together, i wanted to start putting something down on paper. i wanted to start putting my thoughts together.
over the years, i’ve had more than my fair share, i’d say, of emotional issues. i’ve seen two separate shrinks, had virtually no self-esteem until my adult years, contemplated suicide in high school, nearly dropped out of college, been laid up in bed by depression for days at a time, and prescribed anti-depressants.
these problems were both the reason for and cause of my inability to relate to, or interact with, women romantically. in my life, i’ve only been on one or two official dates and haven’t been in more that a sparse few, brief, relationships. for years i wondered why i was so miserable, why i disliked myself so much, why i was so awkward and shy, and why i was so bad with the opposite sex.