Quote from: DownwardSpiral on May 17, 2017, 10:17:51 AM
... It's just simpler not to bother.
As regards my feelings of inadequacy and isolation... I've been on here before, tried to join in and contribute, but eventually people just seem to drift away, the support and help peters out, and I find myself back to square one. Frequently comments like "you don't want to be helped" are thrown at me. But for someone like me, who has spent a good deal of their life being crushed, starting with my parents, I just don't know how to kick back, how to love myself. And I usually end up with the distinct feeling that I'm wasting everyone's time.
It is far simpler not to bother. It is far simpler to down a few (too many) beers. It is far simpler to
have another slice or two of pizza with those beers. Best of all you get to feel even sorrier for your pathetic lot in life. Easy Peasy. Life Sucks and then you Die.
Been there, done that. Maybe you don't want to put in the work? Maybe you might not like what you see or discover when you do? No way to control or predict that is there? Knowing what the results of doing nothing is predictable, nothing changes except for the worse.
As an engineer I like predicable things. I liked the surety that "Life sucks and then you die" It was, after all, about the only thing I knew was an absolute truth. It was taught to me when I was young. It was more of an absolute truth then being born with dangly bits, if apparently you can have them and feel like you should be a girl. I spent a good 50 years of doing nothing (positive) about my trans feelings. My life is riddled with the ensuing disasters which it brought. Not directly mind you. After all "Life Sucks..." There was always something else, someone else to lay blame on.
An ex G/F once joked about how she fixes her car when it starts to make a funny noise. "Just turn the radio up louder". Fixing problems of any sort when all you know something isn't working, takes a ton of guesswork and experimentation. After a while you learn for sure what doesn't work. It took me about 50 years to figure out about every thing that does not work. Still, I often fell back on turning up the radio, killing a few too many beers, or eating way too much.
Doing something, for real, about being trans is scary. I sure don't want to be trans... one of "Those". I grew up being a big fat target of ridicule. I know first hand how cruel people can be. When TDOR rolls around the sad statistics speak for themselves. Nope. No sane person wants to be trans. I'll just ignore it. Why bother?
Maybe it was just still having that little child alive in me. The one who still can remember actually having feelings of joy. The part of me that rebelled against "The Truth" and experienced a life that mostly did not suck. Yeah rules sometimes do but still..... Maybe that is why I rebelled against becoming more of that miserable and angry man my wife said I was. I wanted hopes, wishes, and dreams as I did in childhood beyond that one hope, that one wish, that one dream I gave up on long ago.
That is why we bother.