The Cabinet of Dr. Calamari

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There are occasional moments in life when some awareness crystallizes out of nothing and one suddenly realizes that something has happened over time which is irrevocable, but hasn't yet become apparent. The classic version of this is realizing that some person you wish to talk to is dead. Or, on a more positive note, that some physical or emotional pain is absent after years of being in the background causing some low-grade dysphoria.s

In my case I just realized in the last few days that I'll probably never have a real, satisfying romantic relationship. Looking back at my attempts at dating, there are a few abortive attempts of varying but temporary success and a couple of truly painful relationships of fairly short term. Success rate is zero.

I often meet people I'm interested in; they are never interested in me. The actual success rate in the last ten years has been zero. Periodically I forget this and try to get somewhere with someone, but the result is consistently negative, often with a nasty blowback that leaves a friendship scarred and smoldering.

Given all this, I think it's best that I just seal up that part of life and concentrate on what I'm good at. Lately that seems to be computer system administration, cooking, and being a thoroughly neutered platonic friend to whom women may complain about their boyfriends and husbands.

Two cheers for the urge to reproduce!

Comments

Re: not buying it

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I hear what you're saying, and a lot of it makes sense. I just don't think it really applies in my own case. The women I like don't fall for assholes as in the old cliche. People like that aren't worth my time anyway, and tend not to be my friends. The people I like, they end up with nice guys who aren't me. People like me fine. Women even like me. They just don't want to date me. Frankly, I've lost interest in "why" at this point. Perhaps I'm physically repulsive, or radiate some type of "no touch" vibe, or everyone I know is the wrong age, or I pick the entirely wrong person each time because of some deep-seated neurosis. Really, I'm over thinking about all of that, since thinking doesn't change things and gives me a sharp pain behind my left eye.

And it's been so long (many, many years now) and so consistent that I can't imagine how it can be fixed. It's not at all a pain free existence; it makes me want to punch holes in walls. But after one has spent 20 years trying to open the same locked door it gets old. I'm just not into the sisyphus gig. I'm 37 now, ya know? I think I'm better off just being friendly now and not trying for anything more.

This may set off your bullshit detector, and if I was still 20 years old and forming my life I'd agree that it's bullshit. As I'm lurching into middle age at the moment I don't see it that way.

Re: not buying it

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I'm approaching 30 in a few months myself. I'd say the last real relationship I had was when I was 18. So, it's not that much different.

Sorry for using such harsh terms but as you can see it hit a nerve with me. I'm more kicking myself about all the time I've wasted.

I still think you're fooling yourself about a few things. Number one, I don't believe people can just set aside their desire to be loved. I expect it will return soon when you least expect it.

Anyway, have you considered trying to get help with this? It's sheer torture staring at the ceiling and wondering why and not getting anywhere. I understand completely your fatigue with it.

Have you ever asked friends for advice? People who've seen you with several S.O.'s? Hell, even ask other S.O.'s you're on good terms with. I see no reason not to. There are even professionals who help with this sort of thing now. Hey, you live in California dude. :)

I hate to see someone trying to give up on something essential in their lives, and knowing you I am *sure* that you *can* form relationships.

Of course you are free to disagree; but there's no way that giving up is going to make you happier.