I suppose SG is freeing for most males because there's little delusion of ever meeting these girls. They can be themselves without really worrying about rejection. It's more about objection. I'm less talkative so perhaps that makes me creepier in my lurkiness, but there never seems to be much to say in response to sets by the time I reach them. Is the girl really going to care to hear another "you're so gorgeous" or "you have the most beautiful eyes." (The second one's a rip on myself. I'm a sucker for pretty eyes, though.)?
I try to be a bit more memorable in my comments, as few they are, though I sometimes wonder if their more laborious constructions make them less genuine.
Such is the nature of my insecure mind.
In other, not totally unrelated news, I once again came to the conclusion that I'm never going to find a mate. I think this has more to do with my chronic narcissism than I would like. I'm just not capable of what most would want. And I'm so damn picky. While I am confident in the fact (whether self-deludedly or not) that I am charming and good looking enough to wile whoever catches my eye, I feel equal assurance of their inability to impress me in other areas. Those precious few I have held on so high a pedestal, when I position them more carefully near the flame and under the glass, come up drastically inferior to my designs. People aren't such as I dream them up.
Part of my ever-stauncher naturalism is an inability to believe in love. Some come to terms with emotion as a biological function. I just find it one more matter to think silly.
And on that note, it's terribly difficult not to come across as smug to someone when you think their religious beliefs are as factual as Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardy. Imagine my predicament: I think that way of all religions. While I've been known to attempt to remain respectful of all persons' faiths, they've all begun to blur together into one ridiculous idea: that of clinging to a spiritual side that for all logic should have been long abandoned.
Those who remark science as a religion are missing the point that there's nothing modern about agnosticism or naturalism. Taking the world as it is is older than making up myths to keep you sleeping better when age creeps and illness hovers. I believe each person has within them a gnawing suspicion that their death is final. The word itself is synonymous. But some people feel better with their delusions. Let them keep them then. I'm somewhere outside of miserable and I don't need any fairy tales to keep me there.
I try to be a bit more memorable in my comments, as few they are, though I sometimes wonder if their more laborious constructions make them less genuine.
Such is the nature of my insecure mind.
In other, not totally unrelated news, I once again came to the conclusion that I'm never going to find a mate. I think this has more to do with my chronic narcissism than I would like. I'm just not capable of what most would want. And I'm so damn picky. While I am confident in the fact (whether self-deludedly or not) that I am charming and good looking enough to wile whoever catches my eye, I feel equal assurance of their inability to impress me in other areas. Those precious few I have held on so high a pedestal, when I position them more carefully near the flame and under the glass, come up drastically inferior to my designs. People aren't such as I dream them up.
Part of my ever-stauncher naturalism is an inability to believe in love. Some come to terms with emotion as a biological function. I just find it one more matter to think silly.
And on that note, it's terribly difficult not to come across as smug to someone when you think their religious beliefs are as factual as Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardy. Imagine my predicament: I think that way of all religions. While I've been known to attempt to remain respectful of all persons' faiths, they've all begun to blur together into one ridiculous idea: that of clinging to a spiritual side that for all logic should have been long abandoned.
Those who remark science as a religion are missing the point that there's nothing modern about agnosticism or naturalism. Taking the world as it is is older than making up myths to keep you sleeping better when age creeps and illness hovers. I believe each person has within them a gnawing suspicion that their death is final. The word itself is synonymous. But some people feel better with their delusions. Let them keep them then. I'm somewhere outside of miserable and I don't need any fairy tales to keep me there.