Is it normal to deeply hate myself for not having what i want in life?
I’m tormented by thoughts on a daily basis. It’s harder for me to fall asleep some nights. These are not peaceful thoughts. I replay scenarios and past events in my head. It just causes more duress.
I hate my sex life, and lack of love. I feel pretty rejected and cast aside by the gay community, on traditional hookup apps and on the dating-based ones. Rarely anyone ever message me except some weirdo, creep or not. And the guys I do message, whether they’re just attractive in a FWB way or something more… it’s crickets, almost all crickets. I’m so embarrassed of myself. It’s been 7 years since I went in a date, and nothing happened then either. It’s been 8 years since I did anything, and all I did was suck a guys dick because I really wanted to try it, but I wasn’t into him.
Will that be my life story? He lived, sucked a dick once, then went on with his rather meaningless life. All the other boys in town enjoyed such carnal pleasure more often, or at least it seems that way, based on social media and Twitter Porn.
Le sigh. Worse, my sex and love drive have just really tanked altogether, it’s as if it’s had a negative feedback loop. Versus when someone ACTUALLY talks to me or responds back, well I actually light up some.
It’s pretty depressing. I’m 37 going on 38 and don’t want to be a 40 year old virgin, let alone a 38 year one. Reframe my situation all you want and tell me sex isn’t everything, and I know on some level it isn’t, but when you go as long as I’ve going, I’m pretty sure it’s like being in the Sahara and reaching an oasis for a drink. Even just mere friendly affectionate physical touch… even just to get to know a guy.
It’s just been SO LONG and I’ve gotten so much older and now I even resent seeing actual gay couples out in public. It just all makes me more miserable.
So yeah, I guess it makes sense that I hate myself and this aspect of my life. There are other things I want in life - to move out, live in a bigger city, friends, a job I’m passionate about, but I feel crushed by my limited circumstances and it feels like how is it going to happen? And I hate what I have to go through. Make new friends at 37. How? Where? Who will want me? I feel the same way about boyfriend material.