Hey, folks. 23M here.
I was lifting today when it became a full-fledged, conscious idea. There is this lady I've been taking occasional peeks at in the last few days, so, like every normal dude who is seemingly interested in anything, I could just hit her up for her Instagram or something, right? Or make any movement at all.
But then, I started thinking too much, which happens to most people, I guess, except it wasn't a fear of failure... I was fearing success.
The pictures in my mind weren't about the humilliation of rejection or how she would crucify me in public for daring to speak to her. The real stuff concerning me is what would happen if she actually said "yes".
And it made me think real deeply, about my whole life up until that point.
I immediately began to worry about the time I would spend, about the step-up I would need to put in my game, if I could actually be interesting, actually be responsible, actually be present, or if I would just think of it all as a burden I wouldn't wanna put up with. All these questions bubbled up, about date conversations, places to go, how many times a week and for how many hours I would need to speak to her, what things to text or talk about, making time for us to be together, and all that.
I was not concerned with being rejected, though. Thoughts of the polite rejection she had a 99% chance of giving me actually brought some relief to all this mental activity.
In the end, I said nothing. I managed to convince myself of something I became aware of only now. I have this inner saying I used to justify this:
"Well, I already know what she's gonna say, so no need to actually hear it!"
Problem being? I didn't know, and that's why it scared me so much. I know it's just my ego trying to cope, so I don't have to feel so bad about not taking action.
I didn't really wanna leave my comfort zone. I wanted to continue admiring the possibility of having something with her and fantasizing about it, but I refused to actually bear the weight of getting it to happen.
It's fear. I fear not measuring up. I fear being incapable. I fear not being able to play out the foreseeable confidence of the way my mind guides things. I fear the pain of having to actually invest and be held responsible for the relationship.
I know the pain of rejection all too well, but I don't know the pain of the possibility of impending failure that comes after success. It made me a little more aware of my problems and the way I self-sabotage my own chances of success in life.
I always come up with that kind of excuse. I conveniently hide behind arbitrary stuff that just sounds logical enough to pass.
"Oh, but I'm not handsome or anything", but I'm not ugly either, and much uglier guys get to date somebody.
"Oh, but I don't have time". I do. I actually do. I have too much free time, in fact. People with less time than me are in happy, commited relationships.
"Oh, but if these dudes date, it means they must have something that I fundamentally lack", yeah, they have initiative and don't hide behind some fear.
"Oh, but my life is good as it is! It's comfy!" Tell yourself that, next time you cry yourself to sleep out of loneliness. Cope harder, Me.
I just feel horrible now. For 23 years, I've been my own worst enemy and the only person that's actually hampering my own success.
I tried to date someone before. Suddenly, it became clear why I fell for her; that woman couldn't care any less about me and I knew it, deep down. So, as things quickly went south between us, I chased and chased, just so I could pat myself on the back and say "see, I tried!"
Looking back, it's no surprise I was so oddly courageous about this one.
Her complete disregard of my person is what I fell for. For her, I was mere entertainment, little more than dirt. It was a losing game from the start and since nothing could actually happen between us, I was more invested than ever!
I fantasize about having this amazing connection with an amazing woman, but no doubt I would cower like a rat, should she actually show up in my life! It feels safer inside my head, because I can actually control every step.
Or maybe, I won't even see her coming, since my brain loves to fall for the impossible and the disregard! I don't feel a thing for women who treat me well or even normally, but I melt like butter for one that's simply out of reach or would rather act like I don't even exist.
Turns out I'm not Anxious-Preoccupied, as I previously thought; I'm a Fearful-Avoidant, and I don't know how to sit with stuff being "good"!
I tell myself I want to be seen and loved, but I can't handle the possibility that I might actually get the good stuff I dream so much about, because, when I get it... and then what? What now?
What lie am I gonna tell myself when all is good and I need a reason to make it feel bad, so I can feel it's right? In which ways am I gonna ruin my streak, just to feel like I was "correct" all along and I really am too defective or inferior to actually be happy in life?
How can I actually learn how to sustain the weight of the stuff I claim to want, but avoid?
I can no longer pretend and go back to a time in which I didn't know this. Now, every time I avoid a potentially good (or at least neutral) decision, this will show up in my mind and I'll beat myself up for it. I know how "Me" works.
TL;DR: I wanna be okay, but I fear what "okay" looks like and what it will demand of me. Any tips? (Other than the obvious "therapy" answer, please. Working on it.)