I have always loved - deeply and sincerely - women. Not only those (definitely a minority) that have attracted me sexually. No, women in general, women as privileged human beings. Women repositories of skills and virtues that delineate precisely, femininity, and that make me smile and angry when they claim (anachronistically) a distorted and not very desirable "gender equality" (which will perhaps masochistic?).
admit that the women with whom I have closer relationships have always been quite beautiful, and certainly this is my limit, I'm trying to exorcise sometimes with jokes, never bad, but which often then I am ashamed. However I believe that everything that has declined with the female gender tends to be nicer, sweeter, more valuable and more desirable.
I think it's mostly due to my genuine feelings of whether women with whom I have come in contact with most personal I have often gratified by their attention, with their love and almost always (I think!) With their obvious loyalty and sharing.
But the point is not that, nor do I believe that you have very important that you read my personal stories, subject to the considerations that in some cases, you may obtain at your own use and consumption. General reflections, genuine, probably suited to be extended, at least in part, to those who have had different experiences to those who live the reality of another kind.
tell I love my life, for better or for worse, because - like it or not - was (and is having) little ordinary. Definitely not a balanced person: I am getting at least this good fortune ...
Since I was a connoisseur of psychoanalysis (the real one!), It does not matter that I recognize that discipline un'irrisoria therapeutic validity (after all we are made much more than abstractions of biology): The fact is that it is a really unique interpretative model of the unconscious psychic mechanisms.
And in this case I try to apply that model to my recent experience of living alone, a bit 'seasoned rather decided to send a message to those who do not quite believe the mysterious ability of the human mind.
On 17 December 2008 I lost my wife. I had never witnessed the death of a person, and I found myself living this unpleasant experience just as the protagonist was - in the literal sense - "the other half of me."
I did not even cry: I had four years to make assumptions about how, when and where it would be expired. In the end, death is trivial when you know previously that the most important person in your life is already been condemned, without appeal, the sole true God "omnipotent" means the cancer cell.
And there began the loneliness, the real, cruel and oppressive. It is not a sensation is that people will avoid (usually in direct proportion with the benefits you had before), the relatives are serving their pain with the comfort of family warmth, and you stay alone and beaten like a dog other times. There is also
started - a little 'surprise and, strangely enough, not want - an unexpected explosion of desirability, of which I should mention that, in my opinion, is a very symbolic demonstration power (uncontrollable) of our unconscious.
Let me explain: I do not think you ever have problems in establishing relationships with women that I want, but honestly I never, not even twenty or thirty years, I found I had to face simultaneously a well-assorted crowd of comely (and explicit ) suitors. Yet for almost 54 years now I have, show, to say the least, a robust bacon and dedicated to the care of my appearance even less attention than it already did at a young age.
Not only a year and a half from my brother prescrittimi antidepressants psychiatrist to cope with the situation had given me at first, as a delightful side effect, a situation of substantial anorgasmia (Nice pictures for my fans but not so for me) and then a steep fall in libido that had brought much to the lows of my amateur skills.
finally - icing on the cake! - My flourishing publishing business and my substantial real estate assets had already given way to a mountain of debt and financial hardship obvious: hard to believe, therefore, attention to "concerned" by the fair sex ...
The question, therefore, is spontaneous sort: why this unexpected aura of "irresistible" has exploded in just such a difficult time and theoretically unfavorable of my life? And how was never completely "unintentional" in the sense that I have done nothing - not consciously, at least - to seduce these beautiful creatures? Indeed, to be precise, I was too taken by the pain of my loss to consider the possibility of an interest in other women.
One answer, of course, I'd already given me (and will be the subject of my next post) and I founded and is all the more likely the more I think of an apparent (apparent!) Contradiction between this mysterious "appeal" and difficulties, however, to find a loving companion and willing to offer me a bit 'of human relations. Contrary to what I had almost always happened before, my current interlocutors seem to be in fact interested only in relations of a sexual nature, or otherwise not too exciting.
This is the "downside," also just want (and also easily explained by the psychoanalytic point of view), this particular type of seduction ...
admit that the women with whom I have closer relationships have always been quite beautiful, and certainly this is my limit, I'm trying to exorcise sometimes with jokes, never bad, but which often then I am ashamed. However I believe that everything that has declined with the female gender tends to be nicer, sweeter, more valuable and more desirable.
I think it's mostly due to my genuine feelings of whether women with whom I have come in contact with most personal I have often gratified by their attention, with their love and almost always (I think!) With their obvious loyalty and sharing.
But the point is not that, nor do I believe that you have very important that you read my personal stories, subject to the considerations that in some cases, you may obtain at your own use and consumption. General reflections, genuine, probably suited to be extended, at least in part, to those who have had different experiences to those who live the reality of another kind.
tell I love my life, for better or for worse, because - like it or not - was (and is having) little ordinary. Definitely not a balanced person: I am getting at least this good fortune ...
Since I was a connoisseur of psychoanalysis (the real one!), It does not matter that I recognize that discipline un'irrisoria therapeutic validity (after all we are made much more than abstractions of biology): The fact is that it is a really unique interpretative model of the unconscious psychic mechanisms.
And in this case I try to apply that model to my recent experience of living alone, a bit 'seasoned rather decided to send a message to those who do not quite believe the mysterious ability of the human mind.
On 17 December 2008 I lost my wife. I had never witnessed the death of a person, and I found myself living this unpleasant experience just as the protagonist was - in the literal sense - "the other half of me."
I did not even cry: I had four years to make assumptions about how, when and where it would be expired. In the end, death is trivial when you know previously that the most important person in your life is already been condemned, without appeal, the sole true God "omnipotent" means the cancer cell.
And there began the loneliness, the real, cruel and oppressive. It is not a sensation is that people will avoid (usually in direct proportion with the benefits you had before), the relatives are serving their pain with the comfort of family warmth, and you stay alone and beaten like a dog other times. There is also
started - a little 'surprise and, strangely enough, not want - an unexpected explosion of desirability, of which I should mention that, in my opinion, is a very symbolic demonstration power (uncontrollable) of our unconscious.
Let me explain: I do not think you ever have problems in establishing relationships with women that I want, but honestly I never, not even twenty or thirty years, I found I had to face simultaneously a well-assorted crowd of comely (and explicit ) suitors. Yet for almost 54 years now I have, show, to say the least, a robust bacon and dedicated to the care of my appearance even less attention than it already did at a young age.
Not only a year and a half from my brother prescrittimi antidepressants psychiatrist to cope with the situation had given me at first, as a delightful side effect, a situation of substantial anorgasmia (Nice pictures for my fans but not so for me) and then a steep fall in libido that had brought much to the lows of my amateur skills.
finally - icing on the cake! - My flourishing publishing business and my substantial real estate assets had already given way to a mountain of debt and financial hardship obvious: hard to believe, therefore, attention to "concerned" by the fair sex ...
The question, therefore, is spontaneous sort: why this unexpected aura of "irresistible" has exploded in just such a difficult time and theoretically unfavorable of my life? And how was never completely "unintentional" in the sense that I have done nothing - not consciously, at least - to seduce these beautiful creatures? Indeed, to be precise, I was too taken by the pain of my loss to consider the possibility of an interest in other women.
One answer, of course, I'd already given me (and will be the subject of my next post) and I founded and is all the more likely the more I think of an apparent (apparent!) Contradiction between this mysterious "appeal" and difficulties, however, to find a loving companion and willing to offer me a bit 'of human relations. Contrary to what I had almost always happened before, my current interlocutors seem to be in fact interested only in relations of a sexual nature, or otherwise not too exciting.
This is the "downside," also just want (and also easily explained by the psychoanalytic point of view), this particular type of seduction ...
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