This past week, I had taken a long deserved vacation. I went to Anaheim, California and spent some time at Disneyland, as well as venturing further south and visiting Sea World and Lego Land. It was definitely an eventful trip, if a bit predictable.
The most troubling part was the plane ride to the West Coast. Not only do connecting flights truly suck, but I was separated from my family for the second flight. While I don't mind alone time, I felt a tinge of sadness strike me.
Unable to block out the world around me, I started to eavesdrop on the conversation this older woman and younger lady were having. They spoke about life, love, trips, drugs, sex and romance. To put it bluntly, things I have no relation to.
I felt an intense jealousy as both women spoke of the "loves" of their lives and the adventures they had. Snorkeling in France, moonlit dinners in Italy, flings in Spain; it was basically an amalgamation of every Nicholas Sparks novel.
While I typically don't care how people spend their time, I couldn't shake the idea that I had been wasting my life. Very little excites me anymore and I tend to draw a blank on what to do with my day. I like being active, but my idea of a fun day isn't about meeting people or sharing anything.
I don't mind taking hikes through the forest alone. I love rock climbing and rappelling. I am enamored with playing video games and working out. These types of things don't require anyone else to be fun and often are less fun with less experienced participants.
My mind is perfectly capable of rationalizing why I shouldn't worry, but my heart wants something more. I want to be alone while being surrounded with friends. It's a strange dichotomy that causes me a lot of hurt.
And makes me stare into scenic backgrounds...
As I sit and ponder why a relationship would even be beneficial, my heart is telling me to get out there and find someone. I don't even know what I would do with a significant other, but my heart keeps nagging me to get on with it.
I'm not sure if my thoughts are infused with societal pressure or if my body truly wants something. I've never been able to express to any woman how I feel about her without some kind of sexual connection. It seems that I truly value sex more then anything else, which troubles me.
Even so, I hear stories of people moving from partner to partner and finding love in peculiar spots and I begin to feel hollow. I have never dated anyone one or gone on a date. Sex only happened because I still live at home, negating the need for me to truly save money. An escort is good enough when you can't form a solid connection with people.
It makes me sick when I visit most ladies of the night. They are just so disconnected from their current situation. I have only found one escort that makes the most of each moment and I find myself falling for her.
Even then, I still look at other women. I still fantasize about whining and dining other girls and living a life of decadence. I want to be out in the world and getting my fill of adventure and lust.
Then on the flip side, I don't want to hurt anyone. Sex is a tricky proposition for a lot of people. To the general public, monogamy is the only option. To even question infidelity or dabble with taboo is to be branded a pariah.
I long ago gave up on faith and it seems that I'm now on the cusp of releasing myself from the shackles of normalcy. Obviously I'm not meant to have a regular "American Dream" style life. To be with wife and child in suburbia turns my stomach inside out.
Yet, my heart still wants that. My body keeps telling me to love and be loved. That is nigh on impossible when you have so many social dysfunctions. As I learned last year, I'm autistic; I have asperger's syndrome, a fairly big social disorder.
While a test concluded that I more then likely have an extreme case of social anxiety, diagnosing an adult with autism is tremendously difficult to do. There are a lot of habitual occurrences that age will help change. One of the therapists at the psyche ward I was sent to even said that the results are no where near 100% accurate.
Why can't life just make fucking sense?!
Getting that label explains so much about my life. The fact that I can't make friends, that I am intensely interested in a few things and that I struggle to even speak to people. That autism also covers daily routines and an unwillingness to change furthers frightens me. I'm living a life that I have little power to rectify.
This doesn't bode well for romance. Most people don't like someone who is so rote in their execution of life. Spontaneity wins hearts, not comfort. Risk taking and confidence are huge turn-ons, not calculated strikes and logical reasoning.
I am lacking in a lot of ways and don't quite know how to change. To ask me to instantly mix-up a routine is basically asking me to breakdown. Even when my friend calls unexpectedly to hang out, I tend to seize up a bit and get nervous. I don't work well with unknown variables.
An ex of one of my friends once said to me, "You haven't dated anyone because no girl has challenged you." While I kind of nodded in the moment, those words have never left my mind.
The current apple of my eye is definitely challenging, in more ways then one. She's an energetic ball of zest that grabs life by the horns and then proceeds to make love to it. She has a past in pornography, a love of the Beatles, an intellect far greater then the average human and looks that could be weaponized. She is far from typical.
On the idea of any kind of future together, she has said this; "Remember how we met." While this wasn't directly to me, she is basically stating it for all of her potential clients. If I wasn't some horny, deep pocketed nerd with a lust going unchecked, would I have ever met her?
If I wasn't willing to basically bend the law, would I have met her? How does one describe our initial meeting to any potential family and friends? "Yeah, I met my wife a few years ago. I went to her apartment, we introduced ourselves and then had sex."
Basically like this, but with less clothing and more moaning.
Should any of that matter? As I said, my life is far from normal and I doubt any more therapy or extracurricular activities are going to bring me back to normality. I'm a man who is very damaged mentally and broken emotionally.
I just want to figure out if my heart is making sense. Should I even bother with finding love? What will that do for me? Will I be able to shut off my carnal desires long enough to maintain a relationship? How come everyone else seems to do this so easily?
Whatever the answer, this past vacation just brought up a whole bunch of questions that trouble me. I needed to write this to simply stop the thoughts from swimming in my head. I don't want to keep things bottled up anymore. That led to my past breakdowns and I'm not going to repeat that routine.