Nobody comments to my entries anymore. I must be terribly boring.

[napoleonherself]

Soooo... today I'm having trouble breathing, because everything that CAN be clogged up, IS clogged up. The cough I developed yesterday is also worse.

In addition, I'm horribly horribly in need of a shower, but I am afraid that if I shower and then sit around with wet hair then I will make myself sicker, which will in turn make me more in need of a shower because you just get grody faster when you're sick.

In exponentialism (see... addition... exponent... ah, you're none of you any fun), I am in the middle of an ongoing funk about myself in general. I am good at temporarily distracting myself from it by escaping into things like playing Sims, but in the background is still the nagging self-hatred. I have so very many bad traits. I have so very many mental hangups -- I can't even go out in public like a normal person because if someone walks by whistling a jaunty tune the sound will almost certainly send me into a panic attack. And of course, the whole "fat == stupid, worthless, and generally not actually human" thing. It is crushingly depressing to know that as I am out there going about my own business, chances are that at least a couple people around me have decided to instantly hate me simply because of my appearance. No, not everyone does this, true -- but how do I know which ones are and which ones aren't?

And I know I shouldn't care. But I do anyway. I can't help it. Sometimes it's all I CAN think about, just cramming myself into the corner of a classroom or a bus seat as small as I can so maybe I won't take up too much space in everyone else's world. Usually I can shove it down a bit and somewhat function. But it's almost always there.

So, yeah. Blatherings about my mental state the last few weeks. Please no patpat type comments. And no "fine then, just get off your lazy ass and lose weight" ones, because despite all this I still know intellectually that I AM healthy as I am right now, and that trying to change myself just so everyone else will accept me more is a GREAT way to wind up even MORE mentally screwed up than I already am, and probably a lot LESS healthy.

... *goes up to add lj-cut*

Man, I've posted this all before, haven't I? Like a billion times. I've got the weirdest feeling of deja vu.

So yeah. WHINE MODE OFF

*plays KoL*

Comments

[nidoking.livejournal.com]

What you need is more positive examples. More cases of people NOT judging you by your appearance so you can begin to conclude "Yes, there are enough people who like me for who I am that their opinion matters," and from there, "I am a likeable person." It won't happen overnight, or even over a month, but it will happen. It's happened for me, and sometimes I still make an idiot of myself but feel good about it because I didn't hold back for worrying what people would think of me.

If you really want to meet someone, I can arrange that. I don't bite unless I feel threatened and the thing that's threatening me is food.

In closing, I shall quote from the Red Dwarf episode "Parallel Universe" where the crew visits a universe in which gender roles are reversed.

ARNOLD: You're only after me for one thing!
ARLENE: Why, how many have you got?

[napoleonherself.livejournal.com]

I don't get why Listerette (what was her name? Danielle? Something.) would smuggle a dog on board. Cats are manipulative and evil, women are manipulative and evil, women should therefore like CATS! ...I mean, hi.

Also, how do I know you aren't a cannibal? Because to a cannibal, I am food.

[nidoking.livejournal.com]

Deb. And remember that the gender roles were reversed. Women in that universe weren't manipulative and evil... any more than men are in this universe.

If I WERE a cannibal, I'd have been shot out of a CANNON. Duh.