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I wouldn't want to see this state of affairs as depressing. Rather, I think that it is beyond amazing that there is actually a possibility for me to attain a set of looks that I am comfortable with. Regardless of what people would "rate" me, I could finally be free and happy with the knowledge that I like the way that I look.
Countless people have died with far less than I have had in my relatively short lifespan, despite the fact that I have had so little personal love and attraction. If I can die pursuing my dream (well, except for answering Leibniz' great quesiton) one might say that I will die happily. I certainly don't desire death if life seems to have more to offer, and with certain adjustments to my face, I could definitely picture living happily.
You see, I am not entirely bereaved of (impersonal) love. I love writing and playing music, singing, dancing, and more thereto. Though I am an introvert I don't doubt that I would get along perfectly well with you and most other friendly people here. I don't lack friends, never have, and probably never will. Somehow, though, I struggle to make any of this truly matter when I can't get the face that I see in the mirror and photos to congrue with the picture that I paint of myself in my head.
Comparing myself to my parents and grandparents, I have certain traits that none of them had, and I most certainly wonder why I have them at all--if this amounts to subideal development or an unusual genetic recombination (yes, I am absolutely certain that I am a lineal descendant of those people). For example, I have a dorsal hump--none of my grandparents did. I have many other issues --grandparents, oh no. Those traits bother me way more than anything else bar existential angst, since I struggle to make sense of the fact that I have them in the first place. However, I am a poor judge of myself, and hence possibly inclined to over- and underrate certain aspects. Hence, I wanted to receive external input.
This post is poorly composed (can't sleep), but I just wanted somehow to make it all seem less "depressing" and more "well, that's that".
Countless people have died with far less than I have had in my relatively short lifespan, despite the fact that I have had so little personal love and attraction. If I can die pursuing my dream (well, except for answering Leibniz' great quesiton) one might say that I will die happily. I certainly don't desire death if life seems to have more to offer, and with certain adjustments to my face, I could definitely picture living happily.
You see, I am not entirely bereaved of (impersonal) love. I love writing and playing music, singing, dancing, and more thereto. Though I am an introvert I don't doubt that I would get along perfectly well with you and most other friendly people here. I don't lack friends, never have, and probably never will. Somehow, though, I struggle to make any of this truly matter when I can't get the face that I see in the mirror and photos to congrue with the picture that I paint of myself in my head.
Comparing myself to my parents and grandparents, I have certain traits that none of them had, and I most certainly wonder why I have them at all--if this amounts to subideal development or an unusual genetic recombination (yes, I am absolutely certain that I am a lineal descendant of those people). For example, I have a dorsal hump--none of my grandparents did. I have many other issues --grandparents, oh no. Those traits bother me way more than anything else bar existential angst, since I struggle to make sense of the fact that I have them in the first place. However, I am a poor judge of myself, and hence possibly inclined to over- and underrate certain aspects. Hence, I wanted to receive external input.
This post is poorly composed (can't sleep), but I just wanted somehow to make it all seem less "depressing" and more "well, that's that".