At the risk of stretching out this post to an unreadable length, I am posting yet another update.
After much thought and introspection I have discovered a lot about myself (odd when that happens). I have been dredging up old memories and reanalysing old thoughts in an attempt to better understand my life - and I think I am really getting somewhere. I know I have come far over the past few years since my so-called "Great Depression" (I had one year of devastating depression). At some point in the last 4 years I managed to actually be able to look at myself in the mirror again - I used to find this incredibly painful. Also I think the way I carry myself helps - I tend to slouch and stoop and being a little over 6ft tall this looks incredibly unattractive - today after receiveing good news at the doctor I walked down the street with my head held high without having even thought about it.
So progress I've made incredibly recently:
.I've cleared up a medical problem - something that scared the hell out of me and also made me feel guilty (long story, least said the better)
.I've rediscovered the joy of hard work - I used to love it, then at some point I just got lazy.
.I've rediscovered a therapy book that helped me a few years ago and have re-read it and understood it completely - incredibly useful.
.I've discovered the incredible (I'll use a new synonym in a minute) power of Nietzsche's philosophy - this world is a will to power and nothing else - it took me a long time to realise this.
.And finally I've realised more and more reasons why I'm depressed - I've just slipped into a loop of inactivity, boredom, self-destructive behaviour and so on.
Also I think I am losing some of my comtempt for my fellow man - I used to hate everybody for some reason or another. At the moment it is still dawning on me that other people have a right to live their life the way they want to(!) I used to hate the way most people dress, or talk, or what they talk about, how they spend their time, then there was male grooming and the male ego . . .
I think right now I have reached a good stage - the only people I hold in contempt are boyfriends. I look around me these days and too often I see women that are stunningly attractive or incredibly smart or kind or sensitive and so on. But what fries me is when I see what they have to put up with in the form of men - too many men who are fat, irresponsible, badly dressed, lazy, stupid, neurotic, violent, drunk, drug-takers, or whatever.
I suppose my rantings have a point - I am trying to aspire to greatness right now. I want to get all the money in the world and stick it in my ears . . . I want power and confidence, book-smarts and above all I want to be someone that women desire - I simply think they desire better than the crap they have now.