Good Luck Chuck
Filling in my own headcanon regarding relations with the opposite sex.
Single life is more complicated now than it ever has been for us eligible bachelors. Like in history.
If you’re a woman I’ve had relations with whom I directed to this Substack, that is just my new way of opening up to you. Call me crazy* but I heard someone say recently…
“I find vulnerability hot these days.”
Is it weird that I wanted to agree? Definitely not in a sadistic way, and if you’re reading this then obviously I’m willing to share first. There is just something about being forthright in what we all know to be true: we are all broken people.
Let’s dance shall we?
I at least want to be honest with (most) people. However, not everyone deserves to know our life story. A lesson I’ve learned the hard way a few times, and hopefully I wont look back on as such regarding this Substack.
It’s not that I’m dishonest in real life conversation, I just limit the particulars regarding my past and form sound bites that gloss over the important details. A technique picked up by watching any news station during our era. Like noticing fake news, one can pick out the inconsistencies in my presented narrative if listing with ears that can hear. I don’t go out of my way to fill in the gaps, I’ll simply jump from one event to the next without explaining exactly how I got from A to B. Went to school here, studied this, moved here, and this is my job now. Oh by the way I don’t make much money and I consider myself part of Joe Biden’s working poor.
Most women become conservative after bringing children into the world.
As a single person actively searching, I’ve accepted the fact that anyone over the age of thirty has some sort of baggage. Some examples that come to mind are trauma (big or little T), shitty parents, politicly aligned far-left, divorced, kids, diagnosed psychiatric disorder, undiagnosed psychiatric disorder, ext.
I’ve written on this channel before that the constant companion of the bipolar is the schizophrenic. This due to a similar euphoric state of mind usually accompanied by those afflicted while checked into rehab. I remember this one woman Shannon who I vibed with for quite some time during what was probably my second to last stay at “summer camp” (AKA rehab). We just got each other’s humor with that extra flirtation factor only hot girls can pull off when there is no sexual tension. It’s sort of a nihilistic optimism that makes fun of our situation and how we connect to reality.
“Once we’re both out of here we’re driving straight to Vegas for our wedding.”
“Hasn’t that been the plan all along? I already told my mom!”
“Glad she also thinks our decision is wise. I’ll drive.”
Shannon (with schizophrenia) and I laughed our way though our few weeks stay together at the Ridgeview Institute. Those first few days, before the meds started bringing us back to earth, we would both make this hand gesture allowing us to read each other’s minds. Two fingers on temple for concentration while making direct eye contact, Professor X style.
While I’m MANIC my mind tends to fill in the gaps within conversations before the proper information is disposed. Hence the “mind reading.” An assumed anticipation that always* lands accurate creating a self fulfilling positive feedback loop. Always* in this sense meaning that no matter the disconnect between my mind and true existence, my sickness makes sense of such discrepancies. Without even realizing it I’m disassociating myself from our shared reality .
My favorite kind of love is unconditional. Although it sounds cliché I just want to be loved for me, meaning all of me. I don’t need anyone to pick up my broken pieces or save me from myself. I’m just looking to add one solid woman to my circle of trust, maybe start a family if I’m lucky.
Crazy* (sorry for using the c-slur) women I have intrinsically connected with tend to fall onto the “mood spectrum” as I do with Bipolar 1. Whether they know this about themselves or not is an issue in itself. I’ve met plenty of people with the following diagnosed disorders, but admittedly I’ve given the women of these categories more attention while in treatment, so I just remember them best. Sorry not sorry.
Newton’s Fourth Law: Crazy attracts crazy.
Some of these disorders in my opinion may* create a personality type I find attractive…
Schizophrenia
Schizoaffective
Borderline Personality
Bipolar (1 & 2)
These are my people, and it’s my hope that some of y’all subscribed here fall on this list. If only to connect in relation to our daily struggle.
Sure I get along with women with these disorders, but those relationships have never lasted. Crazy* girls are flakes. I’m sure us crazy* guys are too, I’m just trying to be another 1%. As this channel grows, I continue to hear horror stories regarding horrible husbands, fiancés, and boyfriends who have the same affliction as me. Sad, and I’m definitely not advocating for their bad behavior. I don’t believe DSM (Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders) diagnoses change our personalities. Your true self is your true self, regardless of mood.
The bipolar stuff starts at page 250.
Approximating the statistics; diagnosed with bipolar (1 or 2) is 1% of the population, 1% of those diagnosed Bipolar 1 have psychotic tendencies, and maybe another 1% of those are self aware enough not to be coincided, manipulative, narcissistic assholes. Hi! You can call me Mike.
I thought about filling in my own personal stereotypes on this list regarding the people I’ve met with these “disorders” but that would just be adding to the noise. What I will say is that I believe most women involved in the porn industry fall within the parameters of these four categories. Say what you will about the hot to crazy ratio. It’s easy to self medicate with various dangerous substances and unfortunately that cycle always crashes and burns.
My best buddies make fun of me for fan boy crushing on Neytiri from Avatar. Her roll as mother, protector, and lover in Avatar 2 had me in tears a few times this last watch. What does it say about our current culture that I relate with fantasy aliens more so than American women? It’s the narrative.
Demonnn!!! I will kill you as many times as I have to. - Neytiri in “Avatar 2 The Way of Water”
My question is this: Do I need a crazy* girl to bring balance and create the optimal full person within myself? Or do I need someone who is super stable with an open mind toward mental health? Options being date the crazy* girl or date the girl with the crazy* sibling. Both of these persons having practice in therapy.
Everyone should be in therapy. I’ve been talking to my therapist Dave every two weeks for the past five years. Highly recommend for everyone, but definitely for the dudes who have a hard time simply talking to women. Without dropping any of my secret techniques (yet), one who participates in therapy simply becomes a better conversationalist, a skill that appears to be appreciated by the opposite sex.
Headcanon refers to something that a fan imagines to be true about a character even though no information supporting that belief is spelled out in the text.
My own headcanon theory on women is that they tend to drastically change three to four times within their twenties. So when she tells me…
“I’m just not attracted to you anymore.”
Maybe she really has changed and it’s not me?
When I fall for someone that feeling never truly goes away, sexually or otherwise I’m just hooked. So I can’t say that I understood then or even understand now what my COVID-EX meant by this statement. Apparently it wasn’t because I got fat… so what else could it be?
With enough interactions like this one, is it no wonder that I’ve had to make up my own headcanon that explains the motivations of the opposite sex? She had just changed and wanted the lover in her life to change as well? Sure I guess that works. After a dragged out ending that involved me driving back and forth between states, she moved on much faster than I have. We can still be friends as long as I get to move on first, but they always get there before I do. After three years she knew it all and I just wasn’t enough… womp womp.
In case you didn’t recognize the movie title this article is based on, here is the IMDB’s synopsis
In order to keep the woman of his dreams from falling for another guy, Charlie Logan has to break the curse that has made him wildly popular with single women: Sleep with Charlie once, and the next man you meet will be your true love.
This is how I feel sometimes. A staggering number of my ex girlfriends have gotten engaged within six months to a year of being with me. The romance is there, the laughter is there, the sexuality is there, but at some point it’s decided that I don’t fit the cookie cutter idea they seek.
Like I’m teaching them how to love, so they can then take this knowledge and apply it to the next guy…
I’ve learned to wait until the second or third date to disclose my bipolar to women I’ve recently met. There are a few different ways one can react to the news and no matter their intention the most likely reaction is ignorant. People just don’t know about it so their assumptions are usually wrong. I write here in hopes to one day help bridge this gap.