Anyway, my overall point wasn't just "I'm fapping to fictional women, fuck", but really that I find myself desperately craving affection and a relationship. I have always considered myself asocial, but I'm not really. I still deeply want to be in a relationship, but with my awful social skills, laundry list of hangups and paraphilias, and unattractive traits (I'm not bad-looking, but depression fucks up my hygiene, I have no car, no job, live with my parents, etc.) mean it's basically impossible to actually find a relationship. This desire expresses itself in the affectionate and happy undertones of my sexual fantasies. They are as much about the affectionate and romantic aspects of sex as they are the base, raw, and physical aspects.
My family situation is very screwed up. Both of my parents legitimately love me, but they have a mile-long list of hangups, weird beliefs, and overall shittiness that dampens the whole thing. I don't really recieve any kind of familial affection from my parents. I never really have. Their love has always been distant and materialistic. Their awful relationship with each other means I'm a weapon to use against the other--"[Chagen] is a lonely nerd because you never took him anywhere!", etc.
My father is a hardcore Christian Conservative stuck in a shitty job who does nothing but complain about how his wife and son are useless freeloaders, wax poetical about how he fucked up in life, and who therefore hold me to impossible standards. He doesn't listen to anyone opinion's but his own, and carries the largest martyr complex ever mixed with odious narcissism. Anytime I try to point holes in his insane GOP logic, he just gish gallops me and patronizingly calls me a "dumb teenager who'll grow out of it".
My mother is a...I don't even know. Her personal philosophy and beliefs are so mind-boggingly incoherent I'm pretty sure she's mentally ill. Nothing about her makes any sense. She's also a complete alcoholic and controlling narcissist who has no problem inconveniencing everyone else and abusively forcing others to do stuff for her. If she wants something, she'll treat everyone like shit and start fights until me and my father just break and do it to get her to shut up. She never learns. Trying to debate with her is impossible.
I cannot remember the last time my family had a legitimate moment of storge. Even when we do stuff together, it's an outlier--the result of all of us willingly trying not to wreck anything. My parents will go to the ends of the Earth to get in to a screaming fight. They don't even realize it. My mom will do things solely to start shit. They don't even have another purpose. She just hates my dad that much, that she will ask him to come along to stuff and then intentionally wreck the event just to shit all over him. And then get mad him for ruining the event when she started literally everything.
I've given up trying to talk with them. They just don't listen. I just lock myself in my room and remain there as much as possible. Neither of them knows that I'm bisexual, for instance. Nobody in my family does.
They're always like "whyyyyy do you never talk to us, or tell us about your classes, or do stuff with us?! Why are you so rude and selfish!?" and I'm like...why? Why should I talk with you, when it usually just ends up in you belittling me or making me feel worse or completely ignoring everything about me so you can chastise me based on a complete fucking strawman you built in your mind!?
This is why I crave affection so much. I have only experienced rare glimpses of it. Remember in the previous post, where I talked about that girl hugging me? That was a more caring action than anything my parents have ever done to me. My parents would often ask that I hug them, and I did, but it was always robotic and distant. That girl's warmth was truly wonderful, and I have never experienced it again.
And I find myself endlessly unsatisfied by my fantasies and porn. No matter how I view it, it's not real. It's just not the same. I want to do these things with a real goddamn person, who actually exists. Not just wank endlessly to pictures.
Moving on from that: I haven't mentioned it here, but I am trying to become an artist now. I am at the absolute bottom tier of skill--I can't draw a circle correctly, much less an actual PERSON, but I am trying to practice. I had a four-day dry spell, but I really want to focus now. It's a very odd feeling--the feeling of learning something. For the past few months I have been incredibly depressed and near-suicidal. Every day felt the same. Like I was just going through the motions, not really "alive" in any true philosophical sense. There's more to being alive than just being sentient and not dead. You have to be alive--experiencing and living through new events and things. I hadn't been feeling that for a while, but art does that for me. I am learning something new. I'm terrible, I know. But I have something to look forward to. I want to become an artist who can match up to best in Japan--I want to make my own comics, tell my stories through visual media,





