

I've always had self-esteem issues. To be honest, I think it's a built-in feature of my family. It's not something I try to explain, it's just something that I accept. I think explaining it would require years of therapy and more money than I could ever muster (and that's not really meant as a comment on my current situation - just an observation of the life I've chosen). But at the end of the day, the fact remains that I have serious doubts about my attractiveness to others of my kind, and though I'm pretty good at hiding that, and I'm a bit of a charmer when it comes to meeting other people, when it comes to those one-on-one interactions with other gay men, I'm hopelessly backward. And I'm not stupid. It's all about fear. Fear of rejection, failure, humiliation. All that shit that countless people do to themselves. 'Cuz I don't have any illusions that somehow I'm special (at least in that respect). There are tons of messed-up people in the world, and on the WackoMeter®, I think I score (thankfully) rather low. I'm whacked-out, but my issues are nothing compared to some peoples. Even, frankly, some people I know!
But I'm not really talking about them, am I? I can only deal with me.

I know. It's thin. Very thin.
Still, the fact remains that I did it again today (I didn't have this earth shattering realization about myself until after I snapped away, and then really thought about how many of my recent entries included images I'd snapped). So there you go. I'm just thinking that it's a good thing that I've never been able to afford the wide angle/zoom lens kit that I've wanted to get for my digital camera. Thank heaven, web friends, for small favors. Otherwise, extreme close-ups of you might end up here.

Much of the failure and pain in my life comes from fear and feelings of inadequacy. As I've mentioned, I don't think I'm particularly unusual in that sense. My big problem - and it is a big one, especially given the professional life I love so well - is that I allow that fear to rule me. I think I may have journaled about this before, sometime last year, maybe. It is, after all, a recurring theme in my life. I've written often about how I sympathized with the character of Jim in Lord Jim. I was the only one in my high school English class who actually loved that book, and at the time I had no idea why. It was because I identified so clearly with a guy who allows his fear to overcome him in the single most important moment of his young life, and allows that failure to haunt him for the rest of his life.
So, of course, all this begs the question: How does one get beyond the past? How does one face the fear? Is it really as easy, as some would have us believe, as just saying "fuck it" and getting on with life? There's a part of me that wishes that were so, and there's another part of me that's gonna be really, and I mean really fucking pissed off if it is. 'Cuz if it is true, and the fear really is an emotion that can be easily ruled, then I've wasted too much of my life, and I'm never gonna get that time back. And that, more than my fears or my failures or the things I haven't done, is what would make me well and truly pathetic.
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