Exploring my Inner Game:
It's interesting to note how many guys who invest their time studying attraction that at one point in their lives, they had a serious case of oneitis. I've noticed that it seems to be a recurring theme as a topic of discussion on many forums.
I myself have oneitis. I can tell you now that it is a very real and devastating disease! I recently caught it the last few months. Over a girl who I hold regrets for not having slept with. You see, it was at the time, forbidden by my family to be with her; because she was adopted by my aunt and so, for the longest time with my Dad's intervention and some very effective brainwashing techniques, I ended up keeping her at arms length. So, now get this, in the last few months, I think I may have ended up falling in love with my adopted first cousin. Fuck!
What a messed up upbringing! I first met my cousin (N) when she was 5 1/2 years old. While I was visiting my eccentric aunt (who was unable to have children), had one day introduced me to a new family member.
I remember when I was a kid, I was standing in my aunt's corridor, and my eyes were intrigued by this beautiful girl standing before me. She was wearing a long yellow dress with silk flowers attached to it. (N) had this gorgeous long hair all the way down to her ass. , she kept the length until her 20's. Back home she was known as the girl with the exotic long hair. Actually, come to think of it, her name at that time was (C). She was later baptized and christened with a new name. It was a bit strange that for the first few months I knew her as (C) and then one day, she was (N).
Dad trained me from an early age to keep my distance and remain indifferent towards her. Even though she continuously pursued me, I always rejected her. I was told she was NO GOOD, a slut, someone who would never stay with me, a girl who went with everyone, that she would cheat on me. So as the years passed she moved on and made a life of her own in the States. For the longest time I couldn't care less about her. Of course with that mental block which was placed there in my youth it was fairly easy to keep her at a distance.
She had a terrible upbringing which we discovered later on in life. I could recall that at a very early age she began to explore her sexuality with boys. Me being one of them.
Over the years she ended up becoming extremely promiscuous having slept with countless men. As far as I can remember she did NOT use protection because she insisted on "feeling a guy cum inside of her".
Thinking back as a child I witnessed the lack of feeling this girl had. It looked as if her soul was ripped and the overlying emotion left, was one of emptiness inside of her. The violation she suffered, could be understood by a child.
Personally, I don't consider it was "normal" for a five year old little girl to french kiss multiple boys in a room. At that age she should have been playing with dolls not with me. And from my own experience, when she kissed me, I felt like she was going through the motions. We found out later she was sexually abused. And to this day, she has not sought help. She is aware there's a problem with her behavior, but has yet to get professional help. Who knows...maybe one day.
So now I find myself experiencing an uncomfortable feeling caused by holding conflicting ideas simultaneously which has led to my posting this topic in the forum.
I'm guessing that I am going through this personal experience because I recently lost my Dad. Amazing how the death of a loved one could deeply affect someone.
Until my Dad died a few months ago, I never really cared for her. But something happened. Now I find myself constantly thinking about her. Not so much the thought of having a relationship or casual sex with her, but I keep going back to our history together. It's like this Pandora's Box opened up and I can't close it.
Now this flooding of emotions has been pouring out of me the last month or so, and the mental and emotional process I've been going through has been exhaustive. So yeah! Only until recently, had my feelings for her resurfaced. Emotions which with Dad's help, were successfully suppressed over the years; had now started to come alive. I couldn't understand it, why was this happening to me? And why now?
Well, if I'm honest with myself and take into consideration all the events I've been dealing with recently, I would say my Dad's death in March 2011, had a significant impact on me. Now that mental shield to block out (N) which, he so strategically placed there, was now gone.
Holy shit! what a fucking disaster it was for the last couple of months. I never in my life balled my eyes out for a woman like I had for her. NO! not because I didn't fuck her I had plenty of chances...
I keep going back to that poor little girl who was sexually violated. It's heartbreaking, even remembering that at the time, I was a kid myself, I could remember on so many occasions as I peered into her eyes, I experienced a profound emptiness. It caused me to see her as an object. Someone to "practice" sexual exploration with. A kind of spare tire. But it never happened. That would have been a fucking disaster, because had I gotten together with her, we probably would have ended up having children together and end up miserable, throwing our youth away.
So over the years, I stayed away even though she kept pursuing me up until our mid-twenties.
I've accepted the fact that because I've known her for so long, she's may be in my life forever. Recently I convinced myself to believe that out of ALL the guys she's gotten acquainted to or been with, I am the ONLY one who's known her intimately for this long. I was thinking ludicrous thoughts, which caused me to experience a very unhealthy co-dependency for her. I thought that if anybody was going to guide her to a better life it would be me. What arrogance and desperation...what a fucking huge ego. It's selfish to think that way! Even though I have the resources and finances to help her straighten out, unless she wants to,only she could help herself. I even went so far to look into the counselling process for her.
A friend of mine who's a psychologist, assured me that the process would be up to two years maybe three and then (N) could finally move on and overcome those demons which have been destroying her life. But, in the end we all make the bed we have to sleep in.
I feel like I am experiencing a type of cognitive dissonance. On the one hand hand I want to be there for her, and on the other I feel I should stay away.
I've gotten to the point where I'm exploring my growth as a man. While looking inwards, peering into myself in brief moments of clarity, I find that out of my own insecurities, LSE and the fact that I haven't fucked a chick in over six years, I have to do something for the sake of my health physically and mentally. My self preservation depends on it. I've reached a crisis point which I must evolve out of in order to survive.
I'm reminded of what Professor Barnhardt said to Klaatu in the movie "The Day the Earth Stood Still"
Quote:
- Well that's where we are. You say we're on the brink of destruction and you're right. But it's only on the brink that people find the will to change. Only at the precipice do we evolve. This is our moment. Don't take it from us, we are close to an answer.
Life....what do you do?