Masculinity, Initial Thoughts

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I’m not really feeling it today, my friends! Normally when I wake up, I jump out of bed and already have an idea for my post making my fingertips itch. No such luck today! But I did challenge myself to write a post every day for thirty days and I am a man of my word! Usually… most of the time.

On Rinse Before Use, they’ve recently been talking about the state of masculinity in the world and that’s a topic I find intriguing, in large part because not only am I a man but I am the kind of man people are usually talking about when they say that masculinity is in decline. We have to be honest with ourselves about these things; it’s the only way one can change for the better.

Growing up with basically an absent father, I learned everything about human interaction from my mother. I can’t even begin to explain to you what my childhood was like. My therapist has helped me to see that, in a way, I was actually the father (which feels kind of gross but true) and had a big part in raising all of my siblings. It’s not a role I wanted so I didn’t do a very good job as evidenced by all of their drug and alcohol problems; I digress.

What my mother taught me, above all else, is that women hate me and I should fear them. She didn’t SAY that, of course. Children learn from what you do far more than from what you say and she was/is a terrifying woman. In my later years that terror turned more into annoyance as it became apparent that she couldn’t actually do anything to me but the instinct to fear her and (by proxy) all women is still there.

The strange thing about this is, as a nice guy (a term that doesn’t mean you’re actually a nice guy at all), I have tons of female friends. In fact, I have almost exclusively female friends. I’m not threatening to women. It’s obvious I’m never going to make a move or treat them poorly because I am just a little puppy waiting for them to toss me some table scraps! Looking back on my past, there are many gorgeous, intelligent women who I can see now wanted me to make a move but I was too weak to do anything. That hurts, deep in the gut. The worst kind of hurt is when nobody but yourself caused it.

All of that said… I am changing! Slowly but surely, my confidence is increasing. Physically, I’m in better shape than I’ve ever been in my life which means that, in my locale, I’m also in better shape than virtually every other man my age. That makes you feel good about yourself, let me tell you! Women pay a lot of attention to me now because they’re in miserable, failed marriages with men who let themselves go ten years ago. Of course, they’re still married so that isn’t doing much for my sex life but it’s a confidence boost.

The big boon to my confidence though is my lifestyle, without a doubt. I’m sober, after going through over ten years of struggle that is tougher than most people can even comprehend. I’ve stuck to a consistent exercise and diet regimen. I jokingly said when I first started working out (while I was still a drunk) that you only live once and I want a 6-pack before I die. It was just a ha-ha moment, but it’s actually becoming a reality! Why do we obsess over 6-pack abs so much anyway? Probably because they’re the hardest muscle to obtain; fat forms on the belly first.

I don’t know if this will last. Historically, it hasn’t. I try things for a few weeks and then I quit. But this has been over a month now and it’s certainly due to finally getting my medication straightened out. I can’t emphasize enough how much I believe people who are struggling should see a psychiatrist.

Anyway, look at that! Didn’t even feel like writing today. See you all tomorrow! (or in your comment sections)

10 thoughts on “Masculinity, Initial Thoughts

  1. You should be so proud of yourself.After all you went through in the childhood, not many would have done this well in life Kudoos to you for making a decision to quit drinking and sticking to it.I hope u get ur 6 pack abs soon too.tc buddy.u really rock.will read the blog u have mentioned and vote as well as soon I learn how to reach the infinity blog site..

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    1. Thank you so much, you’re very kind! I’m so glad we were able to connect through your poetry! The link to the infinity voting site should be at the end of that paragraph I will double check. I was sleepy when I wrote it, just woke up haha

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  2. First of all, thank you so much for promoting our blog! It means a lot to us to have someone engaging with our content like you do. It makes us feel like all the effort we put into writing makes sense 🙂

    Well done on trying to to write every day. It’s not always easy but I think there’s a lot to say for writing whether you feel like it or not. Inspiration is a bit overrated, in my opinion. We become better at expressing our feelings and writing by…writing 😉

    I’m sorry to hear about your family background. I can somewhat relate as my parents as my father has always been an emotionally absent, mostly functional alcoholic. My mom is a narcissist too. She’s lacked motherly love so she just doesn’t know how to be any different. Understanding why doesn’t mean the issues the parents give you affect you less, though. Well done for trying to deal with yours, it’s not easy!

    Getting a 6 pack is a cool goal so good luck with that!

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  3. Having a father like we did seems to be a sadly familiar story. In my father’s case, his generation was the generation of Americans who were in the Vietnam war so many of them were pretty mentally screwed up. My father definitely had PTSD but would never go to see a therapist. He also had myriad health problems due to exposure to Agent Orange used to deforest areas in the war. I don’t blame him for the way he was, he did the best he could. I just wish he would have tried a little harder. When he was on his death bed, he was unable to speak, but I could see the regret in his eyes when he looked at me. That was enough of an apology for me, and I’ll never forget it.

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