Great Minds
This week I've been reading "Autobiogrphy of a Face" by Lucy Grealy. And last night, low and behold, look what I found on page 208...
"Bent on proving I was desirable, I started collecting lovers, having a series of short-term relationships that always ended, I was certain, because I wasn't beautiful enough. I became convinced that anyone who wanted to have a real relationship with me was automatically someone I didn't want. It was the classic Groucho Marx paradox: I didn't want to belong to any club that would have me as a member."
What was I saying on Sunday? (Albeit, no half as poetically.)
"Bent on proving I was desirable, I started collecting lovers, having a series of short-term relationships that always ended, I was certain, because I wasn't beautiful enough. I became convinced that anyone who wanted to have a real relationship with me was automatically someone I didn't want. It was the classic Groucho Marx paradox: I didn't want to belong to any club that would have me as a member."
What was I saying on Sunday? (Albeit, no half as poetically.)
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And that's part of the disease... if you didn't know it, you know it now. I'm convinced I'm right around the ugliest guy on earth, while in reality, my Rate my face rating is around a 5.5 - 6, and my girlfriend tells me how cute and hot I am on a regular basis (and means it).
I've seen your pictures... from a few months ago and from the goth dress-up thing, and you are by no means an ugly person. You're quite beautiful, and I think a lot of people see that, but much like the gentleman who gave you that note last week, they're probably nervous or scared because of how you might react, the defensive exterior you put on (msot likely), and their own insecurities which are as great as everyone elses.
I don't expect my little speech here to bring about some great revelation, but it is the truth. I hope it helps a little to bring things into a managable prespective and help you feel better most of all.
In my thoughts....