>>149250339 (OP)
In the past I would say not feeling pressured to be your best self around a woman. But pragmatically, why would a woman want someone who's not his best self the majority of time? Only if he makes enough money and her biological clock is ticking. That's probably going to be my fate, settling for some mediocre girl who settles for me some time after we both hit 30. Women are demanding and impulsive by nature, you have to intrigue and entertain them and make them feel safe at all times or they will move on to someone else. They would get offended at me for saying this, because it's a depressing thing to ponder and no one wants to live in a depressing world. Suicide is always an option. Whatever, that's not right either. I'm just rambling about this because I'm comfortable imagining myself as a martyr in a world where I don't fit it, because a part of me enjoys that scenario. I should probably keep working out and if I do it for long enough it will sort itself out, in some ways. But I'm 25 so the golden years to increase my height by working out are already past me. People who missed out on their youth, on teenage romance, on opportunities to live an extraverted life full of fresh excitement each day, they're kind of poorly represented in our culture, right? No one wants to be that person, no one wants to think about this person. And you can't fully blame anyone for this, because that's just how life is. That would be a good reason to kill myself if I ever become desperate enough. Not because I hate myself, but because but because life is still too cutthroat and based around pragmatic needs for true kindness and empathy to exist in the world. Our descendants who will live in a technological paradise with all their biological needs satisfied will look at our times with horror, like we look at the Middle Ages where people died from a plague that was impossible to cure. Well, there I go again with the martyrdom.
Yes I know it's a Lasagna Cat thread, shut up.
