so, first of all, an update: i think i'll be very soon getting my first real job as a language teacher, i'm back at teaching music and will be back to therapy maybe next week. good. i'm not being very productive nor happy, but i'm getting things done.
a couple days ago a guy from as online sex chat sent me a message on skype at like 5 am asking if i was there because he wanted to talk about something. i wasn't, but i saw it a couple days later and answered him, he answered me and now i just talked to him about what we wanted to tell me. he said that he was just looking for someone to talk to because he had a fight with his parents and couldn't sleep. what the heck makes a person seek emotional comfort on some stranger they never met in person with whom the only established relationship they have revolves around sex?
i've done it myself in the past, and i say that probably means extreme loneliness. on the one side, i really felt sorry for him and just wanted him to come over so i can give him a hug and talk to him. on the other side, i'm 100% sure that if he did we would end up having sex. it's been long since i realised that any emotional involvement i have with men turns into sex. i don't have any emotional involvement with any of my male friends. maybe my addiction comes from a failed attempt at connecting emotionally with other men, which fails because i was abused. it is actually painful that my sexuality always bursts in before my emotions whenever i try to interact with a man - and at the same time, guys i have sex with very frequently tell me they felt something special and really liked me and want to keep in touch (i rarely do, to be honest). i've told so many guys from hook up apps that they have symptoms of sex addiction. why do i give men this impression that they can open up? and why is it so different from the image my true acquaintances have from me - that from a cold-hearted person willing to be rude and tell the harsh truth if necessary? they wouldn't believe me if i told them about the things men say about me, just just men don't believe on the things they say about me.
i am neither, actually. i just struggle to be happy between these masks. i'm like amanda seyfried on fathers and daughters.