"But you just don't know your *** from a hole in the ground
so true it's a violation
hide yourself from the same old memories
your image is your invitation
there's no time for sleep so mother ****er come on..."

What are you self-concious about? What keeps you from letting other people into your life? Why are you so particular about this certain issue?

Hummm some deep thoughts there Fear................

my weight ive battling with it for years on top of that ive got cyst on my ovaries so i have mood swings all the time

Welcome to the odyssey

Self-doubt is for others ...

I'm terrified I'll end up naked.

Seriously. My wardrobe drastically decreased with each relationship. After a couple more I won't have any dress shirts or hoodies left, for sure.

And who steals an H R Pufnstuf shirt? That's coldblooded.


But, honestly, I'm worried people are going to realize I'm not playing crazy. I just am.

I'm wondering what I'd do if ever stopped believing in myself. That would be a sad state of affairs to be sure!

"If Jesus had low self-esteem, would that make him an Atheist 'cause he didn't believe in himself?"

My poetry. I'm working on it.



Nobody's worth it around where I live, as far as I can tell.



Because I'm fed up with dunderheads.

I am REASONABLY confident of my ability to differentiate between my own anus, and a given ground orifice. For one thing, if I throw something into a hole in the ground, it is unlikely that I will a)feel ill shortly thereafter, or b) cause my toilet to become clogged within 24 hours.
Past that, lets see...self conscious...I don't know if I am that much anymore. It's not that I'm so egotistical that I think everything about me is wonderful, it's that I've become comfortable with having others dislike me because of something about me. It might have to do with my age, and I know that all I've been through is part of it.
Philosophically, and logically, I've finally TRULY accepted that if someone is going to spend any amount of time with me, they WILL find out everything about me; and since I hope to find someone to be with for a long time, I wont hide anything.
I am convinced that I have SOME value intrinsic to my existence, and I know that I can occasionally be useful to others, so there's that.
I write poetry, songs, and stories. I like some of my own stuff, and am dissatisfied with other stuff. When someone else likes my stuff, that's great, but if they don't, that's fine too. I don't create to "get laid," so to speak, I create for the sake of what the act of creating means to ME. I can be good friends with people who think everything I do is crap.
As for satisfaction with what I can get DONE, that's a separate question! There's boatloads of stuff I should be getting done, but it isn't my self consciousness that gets in the way, it's a combination of laziness, and other lesser forms of angst. And money, of course.
When it comes to dealing with women, I'm not happy with my appearance, because I no longer look like I used to (not that I ever looked THAT good). I need a personal trainer with a big stick, but I can't afford him/her.

Fear, love the new pic.

I am self concious about everything right now. I don't see myself the way others see me and am having a hard time clearing my vision. I have wonderful friends and family who think the world of me but when I look at myself I can only see where I'm falling short.

Like Lori, I am a work in progress, some days strong, some days not so much.

I don't let others into my life right now because I don't want to hurt them. Until I am my best me, I won't be right for them. I will not ever get my value from someone else and shouldn't be dating until I know it for myself.

I do hope I hurry up cause I'm pretty lonely.

Damnit Fear, you ask the things I just can not tell..."some" people. My life has been so interesting, so boring, so happy, so sad, so fulfilled, so empty, so tranquil, so horrifying, so sane, so insane. To cover all that I am takes time and understanding, and even then most can not understand it, no matter how hard they try. They wonder why I persued such a simply intense life.

Everyone has a story, and they can not always let people into their world...I am self concious about the many scars on my body, but it is a part of me, my lifes roadmap if you will, but not the whole of me. There are very few that know me, but the ones that get to know me, really like me......And that just makes me believe, I am a good man and worthy.......

Completly agree. I'm exactly the same, pretty much.

My weight, my wooden leg, my income, my height, my general knowledge of current events, and I better stop there before I freak myself out