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- From: Thad_Engeling@quickmail.natinst.com (Thad Engeling)
- Newsgroups: alt.angst
- Subject: more depression
- Date: 31 Dec 1992 01:40:53 GMT
- Organization: National Instruments
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- I'm pretty new to this newsgroup so I hope this post is appropiate.
- I've been reading it for a while, but I was finally prompted to
- write when I read the following post
-
- >dlightne@magnus.acs.ohio-state.edu (David E Lightner) writes:
- > I'm twenty-five, and was a virgin until I was twenty-four. I lost my
- >virginity in a one-night stand with a woman I haven't seen since and have no
- >desire to see. The only reason I slept with her was because I couldn't stand
- >being a virgin.
-
- This is exactly the same as my case, except that the only reason I slept
- "the woman" was because I was drunk off my ass and desperate as hell.
- Anyway, my post is an E-mail letter I sent to a friend of mine a couple
- days ago.
- It's kind of long.
-
-
- Today is my birthday. Happy fucking birthday to me.
- I'm 25. I don't feel old. I feel like life is creeping by me and I'm slipping
- backwards all the time. I feel depressed, frustrated, angry.
- I'm 25 facing the prospect of dying alone. It's so far off in the future
- so why does it bother me now. I'm 25 and I have never had a serious
- girlfriend. I'm past my prime and still celibate (except for one night
- of drunken stupidity which I would rather forget.) God I'm sitting
- here feeling sorry for myself, it's fucking pathetic.
- The real stuff comes out now.
- Yeah, this is what has been bothering me for the last three or four weeks.
- So where do I start.
- Do you even want to hear this.
- I hope so, cause I need the proverbial shoulder to cry on. Maybe I can clear
- some of these thoughts from my head and move on.
- Emily (you met her at Lollapalooza) introduced me to a friend of hers named Ali.
- (pronounced like alley) The three of us went to Acropolis (a dance club). I went
- even though I can't dance worth a shit. All I can do is slam. And modern club dancing
- seems so pointless to me. It's impersonal and self-gratifying for the most part.
- Still I went. I instantly fell in love with Ali. Well, love is too strong a word.
- I liked her immensely. She is gorgeous, outgoing, intelligent. And she is a good dancer,
- so I spent a lot of time just watching her. and watching guys hit on her. and burning up.
- My passive nature dealt me a blow. At one point I was standing on the edge of the
- dance floor. Ali came and and wrapped her arms around my arm. And I just stood
- there, like a fucking statue, just a stupid grin on my face. All I had to do was move
- my other hand a few inches, just touch her hand or something, anything just to show
- the slightest interest. But I failed even that simple gesture. I still run that night
- through my head, over and over, and curse myself for my passive nature, my fear
- of rejection. My damned incessant inactivity.
- Women scare me. Especially women I am attracted to. I always end up saying
- something stupid. My timing is bad. My wit fails me. And every failure compounds
- the problem. A vicious circle.
- So then the three of us went to a tea bar a couple nights later. We played hearts
- for several hours. Ali was flirting with me the whole time, and a lot of the general
- conversation was about sex. I was red faced a lot of the time. And I just didn't
- know how to handle it. I'm assuming you don't want to hear all the details.
- So now I was thouroughly hooked.
- My hopes were high. Poised for the fall.
- About a week before Christmas, Emily had a party. Emily parties consist of a lot of
- people sitting around on the couch and floor talking. Towards the end of the party
- I ended up sitting next to Ali, or rather against her. She didn't seem to mind, at
- least she didn't leave. And she still flirted with me. I got her phone number.
- Progress.
- The cliff gets higher.
- So I called her a couple nights later. We talked for a while. Then we went to a party
- that friend of mine was having. We stayed there for a while, and then we went to
- Emo's and saw some local? bands (Crust, Bomb, and Sugar Tooth). We talked a lot
- between bands, and I saw a different side of her personality. She was much quieter,
- introspective, almost shy. Of course all this did was make me like her even more.
- I wanted so badly to kiss her, but, coward that I am, I didn't.
- Tension elation desire.
- The depth gets darker and deeper.
- I called her a couple more times before Christmas, but she wasn't able to go out
- either time. "I'm already going ou...uhm...I already have plans tonight" How much
- should I have read into that slip of the tongue.
- Christmas comes and goes.
- So last night I called up Emily to see if anything was going on. We end up talking
- for over an hour. One subject that came up (Emily brought it up, not me) was Ali.
- Emily said that she should have warned me that Ali flirts with everyone. That's
- just the way she is. My stomach sunk. So it was all just a lie. A fucking joke.
- Over the edge.
- Ali had a boyfriend for the last two years. She recently kicked him out. It turns out
- that he had been pawning off her stuff to pay for his drugs. Emily also tells me that
- the guy (his name is Chris) is a total jerk and he treats Ali like shit. He has been
- mooching off of her for the last two years. He dropped out of high-school, has no job,
- is a junkie, and has no goals in life. According to Emily he is a total fucking loser.
- So it turns out that the night that I called to ask her out, Ali was going out with
- Chris - giving him another chance.
- Why.
- Nice guys always lose.
- So does this mean that Ali is basically fucked up. She is continuing in an obviously
- bad relationship. Is it because she likes being mistreated? Why? She could have
- just about any man she wanted. She has had other boyfriends, and Emily said
- that guys are continually drooling over her. So why does she stick with this creep.
- We all end up over at Emily's that evening.
- Ali doesn't even look at me all evening. Not even a glance.
- Falling.
- Crash.
- I drive home listening to the Sex Pistols and Skatenigs. Screaming.
- Fuck god fuck the world fuck life.
- When I get home I destroy a cardboard box because I can't think of anything better to do.
- I nearly pierced my eyebrow.
- I got the needle part way through, but then I came to my senses.
- I do have a job and I don't really want to get fired.
- So I sat and listened to the most depressing music I could find.
- Lycia. Bauhaus. The Cure. Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
- And I went to sleep.
- I woke up this morning and came to work and now I can't concentrate because I'm
- so angry. At myself. At this perverse world. At Chris. At men who hurt women.
- At women who allow men to hurt them. But mostly at myself.
- I'm going to call her again and see if she'll go out sometime this week.
- I can't give up yet.
- I just keep hoping, so I end up hurting myself.
- Fuck.
-
- Sometimes I wish I were dead, but that happens to everyone.
-
- -Thad
-
-