Monday, August 27, 2012

Fat boys are only allowed to love pretty girls on the inside…



    Stephen King wrote this in the book IT, and the older I get, the more I come to believe it’s true. I’ve always been a fat kid, I was a butterball growing up, and even though it’s evened out a bit now, I’m still a tubby fuck. As a consequence, I was, well, shunned seems too extreme, but in school I was treated like complete shit by everybody but the teachers, and to be honest, even some of the teachers. A further consequence of the ostracizing is that I have absolutely no self-confidence. This video, while hilarious, pretty much sums up how I feel about myself on a day-to-day basis. I think my writing sucks and it’s only through sheer boredom and grim force of will that I continue to do it, despite my better judgment. Despite my bragging, I think my cooking is mediocre at best, and while it tastes good, I can always find something wrong with it.
    I know I’m not the best looking guy. If you were able to see my mental image of myself, it would be something that belongs in a freak show, like Joseph Merrick. As a result of this horrible self-image and my lack of confidence, I don’t have much luck with women. In fact, I tend to try too hard and end up driving them away, or I don’t even admit that I like them until way too late. For instance, I worked with a girl about 5 years ago, and I was so in love with her, but she was taken, right? So nothing I can do about it, I’m just friendly with her, like I always am. Twice during the span of time that I was working with her, she broke up with her boyfriend and of course I’m so worthless that I did absolutely nothing about it, despite urgings from our common friends.
    And now, she’s single again, and I still lack courage of any kind. Aside from flirting, which I do with her as easily as breathing, I still have not made any sort of move. Of course, I have doubts about whether she’d want me to. Honestly, I don’t know why I’m writing this other than mild depression and a general lack of giving a damn anymore.

Despite still not giving a damn, I feel the need to update with a sentence or two. The girl I mentioned above? Completely stopped talking to me. Oh fuckin' well.