Warning: sex talk
Can you figure it out WaifGirl? Anyone else?
It IS self pity to be sure, but why?
It is why I am almost perpetually unhappy.
It has a lot to do with my Autism Spectrum Disorder, that and who I am, the things that happened in my life that made my version of ASD so bad, for me. If I were low functioning or average functioning the ASD would manifest differently. If I were an extrovert and not an introvert. If stuff happened in my life differently when I was younger, not finding my father's Playboys when I was five. If my parents divorced when I was younger instead of staying together like they have. What I am saying is that there are so many factors, that are meaningless and not so meaningless, that conjoined with my introversion and my ASD to make me, a person who is perpetually unhappy and wants to die.
I may be wrong, if I had what I think I want, I might still be unhappy and trust me I want to find if that is true. If that statement is false, I will be happy; I want to be happy, I just can't get past it.
Obsessive Complusive Disorder can be cured with drugs and therapy, unless it is not OCD, then it can't be cured, unless the sufferer's mind can be rewritten. One of the effects of ASD is OCD like symptoms, things that you need to do because you are constantly thinking about them, and, "So, stop thinking about it," doesn't help because if you could just stop thinking about it, it would not be OCD!
Some of the OCD like effects are harmless like self talking and arm flapping or Tourette's like ticks, but sometimes they are self destructive. Mine is potentially both. Under the correct conditions, it would be invisible and I would not know that I had this problem, but that has not happened and so I want to die.
Why? My like OCD, is about love and sex. I am truly obsessed with sex, ask my friends. I don't talk a lot about sex here, but probably more than most people blog about sex. I talk a lot about love though and when I am pursuing love no-one reads my posts— I have the stats for my blog, the love poetry has zero hits; my angst gets lots of hits.
I am obsessed with sex, but I have a fetish that prevents me from cumming unless I love the person I am fucking. So sex, casual sex, fuck buddy sex, friendly sex, pity sex is only unforfilling masterbation, unless I love the person. Oh I have noticed that people don't have the above sex if they think the person is I love with them. The less sex I get, the more obsessed with it I become and that makes sense, you don't form obsessions about something that you have enough of.
So the normal way people fall in love these days is they fuck and cum, and the resulting euphoria establishes a bond, they have sex more frequently and strengthen the bond and then they are in love. You must have seen this or experienced it. Some people form romantic connections first fall in love then have sex, but these are not normal people. NORMAL: what most people are doing. I am not saying romantic love is wrong, I am saying that it is no longer normal.
I can't do love the normal way, I have to be friends first, I have to fall in love; I have to love you as a person and still want to have sex with you too. But this obsession and the realization that it will never be filled makes me unhappy, makes me want to die. I am not going to kill myself today or tomorrow, I have to wait for certain people to die first, but they are about twenty years older than me or more, so I have until then to find love or I will die.