/lit/ - Literature

[Anonymous No.12117971]

Are there any books that address, in some capacity, dissatisfaction with the lack of intimacy in one’s relationships with other people? The reason I ask is because I find that while most of my interactions with friends, family, and coworkers are amicable, I feel as if though there is something missing, and that thing is obviously honesty. I get the impression that if we were to truthfully disclose our feelings, our fears, we would compromise the friendly and noncommital nature of our relationships. I’m sure many of you, and perhaps most people, can relate. So I turn to you with the hope that there is something out there that you believe captured this feeling with nuance and sensitivity. Thank you, and I hope you have a happy Thanksgiving.

[Anonymous No.12117991]

>>12117971
grab a pint and sit down with de lads

[Anonymous No.12118016]

>>12117971
I always felt this way. Turns out I have borderline personality disorder and I’m the one who lacks honesty. You might consider it. Alternatively read The Rainbow by DH Lawrence.

[Anonymous No.12118034]

>>12117971
Bugs... easy on the ribs...

[Anonymous No.12118053]

>tfw grew up online to images of gore and insane fetishes
>Don't feel disgusting from them at all
>Will never be able to fully express my feelings towards these and many other things because everyone has a breaking point of normalcy

[Anonymous No.12118063]

hejhoge dilema :DD

[Anonymous No.12118091]

>>12118053
Well how do you actually feel about these things anon? Also consider therapy. It is easy to overlook the ways in which we traumatized ourselves, especially online. You were basically molested because our parents didn’t realize the internet is a public space.

[Anonymous No.12118104]

>>12118053
I don't have anything dark I want to open up about, nor I care too much about talking politics. In that sense I think the internet had no effect on me. But there's a kind of intimacy I feel I could never reach with people, not even in my romantic relationships. I could never really be myself fully, there always was a mask.

[Anonymous No.12118154]

>>12117971
>I feel as if though there is something missing, and that thing is obviously honesty. I get the impression that if we were to truthfully disclose our feelings, our fears, we would compromise the friendly and noncommital nature of our relationships.
Try being born white British into a working class family next life

[Anonymous No.12118189]

>>12118104

[Anonymous No.12118209]

>>12118189
See, this is why I don't take off the mask

[Anonymous No.12118216]

>>12117971
Society of the Spectacle

[Anonymous No.12118237]

>>12118091
I would guess... I don't feel that much.
I gave these as examples, if I were to open up completely then I would be throwing out stereotypes one second, and then questioning everyone around me to their face.

Whenever I would see some cute anime pic I will loudly proclaim my admiration.

I'm not sure if I has developed weird fetishes or that I'm just normal with fewer borders on what is considered arrousing.

I probably wouldn't be able to take in a brutal scene that is happening in front of me, but would the effects of images help me in the moment?

I don't feel particularly fucked up, I want to express these things to get them off my chest, not because they form some vital part of my identity, but because I can never feel completely myself without them.

Like someone who had autistic moments that he would never speak about because they only mean that his situation will get worse with everyone around, I want to tell these things to people I care about, not some psychologist...

[Anonymous No.12118238]

>>12118209
Youre a big guy

[Anonymous No.12118249]

No longer human
Confessions of a mask

[Anonymous No.12118255]

>>12118238
(for you)

[Anonymous No.12118265]

>>12118237
A psychologist is a safe person to talk to nothing more than that (really, that I can tell); and the truth is that, we all have to assume a number of roles to get by in our daily lives. The brutality of images is commonplace, I remember 9/11 and sandy hook, in fact one of my first memories was the Tokyo gas attack and the heavens gate cult all dead with their black Nikes on. In a way this gets to the heart of what OP is talking about. What are we willing to risk to be truly ourselves? It is not a new question. I just read a quote that went something like—better to be a humorous monster than a sentimental bore.

[Anonymous No.12118283]

Alright faggit.

Language is trash, literal common denominator our ancestors created.

We are controlled by a brain, craving stimulation.

Learn that which they never told you about.

Honesty is key, be honest and never worry about lying. Be confident in your dumbass but always be honest.

Perhaps you are white...relax if you’re secretly a dick or asshole, other cultures understand this and don’t shit their pants.

Expand horizon, leave comfort zone, expand mind, realized you’re not shit, enjoy the company you have cuz the company you crave is what you have always had (only seen when you’re not with them, not u missing same old predictability,but see yourself as a collective instead of a special individual)

[Anonymous No.12118339]

>>12118265
I cannot "accept" my stupid decisions and the media world that made them uncontrollable.

Even if I tell absolutely everyone the absolute truth, you do that until you die, you don't tell someone about stupid online bullshit and that's that, it is still in your memory after the confession, and it turns out less impressively deviant than it looks like from the side.

It's never been a big hinderence in my life, but I still don't have anybody that I can absolutely lay the shit on and feel complete sympathy from.

People should take turns, one time you have no ego, another time the other person has no ego.

[Anonymous No.12118371]

>>12118339
I think I know what you mean—an itch you can never scratch and society hates you and hunts you for it. But it isn’t your fault. And you are complicated, if there are things about you that you don’t like, you are free to develop other things about you that you do. Porn is a hell of a drug.