Elaborate, please.
For about three years I was desperately in love with a girl I couldn't have. I had to confront her about my feelings, get shut down, and then she moved away, before the situation got resolved. My life's energy felt so drained after she moved, I didn't do shit for six months. I didn't work, lived off savings, I didn't go out with friends. I just buried myself at home. Getting high, playing games, watching shows, etc. Towards the end there, I was reading Batman comics I had downloaded in pdf format, on my computer. I moved my couch in front of the computer, and only left to go to the store to get munch, or to go take a bong hit. True story.
Then things balanced out a little. Don't get me wrong, I was still in a very dark place, but having been at a bottom and on my way up, life felt easier for about a year. I got another job, and a coincidental chain of positive events kept me going for about a year. Doing good at work in the start-up phase, going to some seminars, getting along great with my co-workers, there were several isolated experiences that worked like fuel to my happiness. After about a year I met this girl. Now, at first there weren't really any feelings involved from me. A lot of people might remember the thread about some guy that got attacked. That was her ex. Also, she was a druggie like me, and I'm a self-rightous asshole. I was very sceptical, because I considered myself different to "those type of people" even though I was one of them. For several different reasons I treaded lightly, because I wasn't sure if she was a good girl or not, and I didn't want to commit to someone that might fuck me over. I did like how it made me feel, and I'm not gonna lie. I really, really wanted to have sex.
Anyway, as horrible as it may sound, hooking up with girls was the one thing I always wanted but never got. Purely looks wise, I'm the lesser in the bunch as far as me and my friends are concerned, and they would frequently hook up with chicks, and ditch them. Whereas, it was such a big desire of mine to have a girl that I've always taken whatever I could get. Well, coincidentally me and this girl fit well together, and feelings started developing. The past year and a half was bliss. I started losing weight, I felt really good about myself, and on a personal level a lot more things started to make sense. I got a whole different understanding about the concept of a guy and a girl, which rendered most of my lack of confidence obsolete. It did wonderful things for me. Meanwhile, I was in a mental process. I already knew I'd be studying this year, and that I had to quit getting high. She also pressured me a lot to commit more and more. The whole thing turned into a scenario where she kept on pushing and I kept on holding back. This eventually killed it for us, because didn't trust me enough when I moved, so after a while the whole thing went to hell. I started grieving, and we all know how turning sadness into anger makes it all the more livable, so I started thinking that this was her fault, and that she was in the wrong.
I'm gonna cut it short there. Everything I typed up happened over the span of about five or six years. I never had any direction with all my philosophical pondering. It was never really a personal goal of mine to "find myself" until maybe a couple of years ago. I went through the whole I'm-a-nice-guy-and-girls-say-they-want-nice-guys-so-wtf? phase. I hated the women. I hated the world. I remember to at one point having been confident that I was among the nicest people anyone could meet because I was so understanding. I have thought so much stupid shit over the years.
What did I learn? I'm a self-absorbed asshole. I've never been fair in my intent towards any girl I've ever liked. I wasn't the nicest person around, I was the most insecure. I gain some confidence, suddenly I'm demanding certain things my way, I become oblivious to certain types of people that I disagree with, and I'm no longer the nice guy. I never was, I just took advantage of my fear of standing up to people, and turned it into something it wasn't. I learned that I'm shallow, and that my shallow perception of the world is not universal. Neither is it correct, although maybe partially. I learned that I'm lazy. I learned that I've taught how to discourage myself from a lot of things using my own delusional logic. Above all, I learned that my perception of myself that I had always had - a totally open person that doesn't judge, and tries to think outside of the box - was one big cover-up. One cliché is this old guy that has a lot of superficial habits and preferences that are the result of having practiced said habits and preferences for so long it became a force of habit. Your typical, stubborn, conservative person. And then there's this critique that they've let themselves become slaves to a system, or slaves to superficial things that mean nothing. Then there's a bunch of non-conformists who never wants to be like that. Well, I was very much conservative, and through my psychological babble and philosophizing, I had lured myself from seeing the truth: I'm just like everyone else, and none of the bullshit matters.
My point is that it took me 5-6 years and a whole lot of depression and self-pity to realize who I currently think I am. And I'll admit straight up that there's more truths to myself that I am aware of and need to work on, but I'm too unsympathetic and egoistical to do anything about it right now. There's school, then there's exams, then there's a rough patch, then there's the winter. I'll always find a reason to not have to use too much brain energy, because let's face it, trying to change who you are really really sucks for a while, until you get used to the new you. It's like learning to walk again, and twenty years of walking is... I don't wanna have to start over. Anyway, lot of stuff, lot of thoughts, lot of accumulated feelings over several years, three or four really dark periods where I thought my life was blown to hell, and I'm not halfway done yet. I think this may be the pain Jokerman is talking about. And then, my new realizations and changes would be the transcension into my new self, the detatchment from my old beliefs, through understanding who I really am, and eventually surrendering my beliefs to something greater than myself. I mean hey, I'm feeling better than ever before, and every time I stop doing things I do to hide part of who I am and just "come out", I feel even better. Example, I would be mellower when with girls, and harsher when with guys, when the real me was somewhere in between. I broke that cycle, and it's so much easier to just be around people. Okay, fourth edit, I need to do something productive like watch The Office, ttyl.