This is an update to a couple of threads I posted, about the aftermath of a misread signal that prompted me to kiss my friend...a kiss that was unwanted. I struggled with guilt and shame afterwards, and got a lot of great advice.
First of all, I've not really talked to my friend since. I wish I could hang out with her, but I think the well is poisoned. How can I possibly invite her over for a movie? I fear she'll think I'm using it as a pretext, and I wouldn't blame her, after my ungentlemanly behavior.
But something else has happened. For so long I've struggled with this desire, this desperation to find a companion, to find love, to be like other normal people, like my friends who are all marrying and having kids and living normal lives, while I still live in the same rundown apartment, working away on films that no one will probably ever care to see. I was feel so ashamed and down on myself, and suffered terrible anxiety and depression over my inability to form a real relationship.
But since this kissing incident, something has changed in me. Not long after I signed up for OKCupid- my fourth or fifth try, after I've deleted each prior account. But you know what? I've not entered in any info or attached any pictures.
I. Just. Don't. Care. I don't care. I don't care to put time and effort into this profile. I don't care about dating anymore. I still have a physical desire for love, but this is easily sublimated or self-released (you know what I mean) and the desire subsides. I don't care to waste the money I could spend on work and my hobbies. I don't feel inclined to waste time on trying to date knowing I'll just fail. Because if at 30 I've not even had a girlfriend, it's clearly not going to happen...at least not until I've made a success out of myself and become more desirable. But even still..
I feel growing nearer to contentment. I'm doing all I can, and I'm in control, and that which I can't control I've cut out of my life. I'm through putting my happiness in the hands of some phantom woman I'll never meet, who'll never exist. I'm taking charge and learning to just enjoy things as they are. I feel like a weight is lifted, and a wish has been granted. I'm no longer a slave to my desires. And dating and love is just a passing fancy. I feel like I've moved on and am ready to live the rest of my life.
Oh sure, there are ups and downs and momentary urges to seek someone out. But overall, the desire is almost non-existent. And I feel happy. I feel content.