Im going all out here. Most of this was old views and experinaces. Now i just dont really care about this or pay too much attention.
The first time i used HS was last year with my ex. We both listened to it and we got very intimate and close… but something about it aggrivated me… while i enjoyed. It was too much and wished i had used Primal Nights instead…
I tried it solo few other times and the anger felt personal. Not towards the sub but towards love itself. I did not know exactly what i was being told but i remeber clearly how i felt…
It felt like a gentle, calm voice telling me about an absurd fairy tale that i had never known to exist. That i have never seen anyone live out and enjoy… It felt like my intelligence was being insulted.
My anger towards love! Love that demands me to let go, to embrace and be vaulnrable. When i was old enough to even like someone i was denyed of love… due to lack of experiance and because i was not exciteding or douchy enough like the guys which girls seemed to always pick…
As i got more experiance, i realised the less i care the more i am loved and respected without fully being able to let go, be crazy and vaunralble. That got each girl dry in time…
And the rare 1 time i met the closest thing to real love… she walked out when things got hard and choose herself without looking back… i loved and dreamed about her for years after…
And since then i went on my rampage. Knowing fully that all i am is what i provide be it fun, excitment or how good i am in bed. The different experince of a man who is masculine but not a jerk…
The closer i got, the more they ran… the less i cared, the harder they chased… so again, what even is this love that is pure and grand? That i can only love but still need to be able to walk away at any moment. Without that, they lose respect and intrest…
Is it now my fault for believing what the world told me? Yet whenever i tried and got close, whenever i let my guard down… i got hurt… maybe i have not met ” the one ” yet! What a cruel joke! How im i supposed to remain sane until i meet the one? Will i be reduced to a punching bag and hope to be rewarded eventually?
Or im i supposed to be strong enough to be vaulnrable, get hurt and walk it off easily. The good and positive was always outweighef by the bad and painful.
Needless to say it went all the way where it matterd most… that i did not love myself… but if i did love myself to such level, why would i need anyone? How could it be magical? How could i even attract someone who truly love themselevs when we live in this world where everyone is broken, hurt and choose themseleves first…
It felt like a fairy tale that i needed to fully belive in. A fictional story with no guarantees. Something that only belongs in dreams. I was happy enough to pretend for few moments that whoever i was with at the time, did in fact love me for who i was… that pretending was more than enough. And i dont think im willing to get hurt again, to truly believe again just for the sake of ” maybe one day ”… Right now i still am unwilling to pay such a price for a ” maybe ” and ” one day ”.
90% of what i have seen from this love/pain cycle is pain and dissapointment. If it was more equal then it would be worth it. The juice is simply not worth the squeeze. Its like being told to work for free for potentially years and years for the slight chance you get hired at the best job in existance… but even if you get the job, you can still be fired… anyone would pick something more reliable