An Open Letter

It is currently four in the morning and I’m just about to go to bed after the reaper rave! I went with J And if I’m being honest I was a little bit worried that we would have a bit of a different vibe because I know that I’m a lot more expressive than she is, but she was actually super fun to go with and was dancing with me the whole time. We also went in matching jorts from a pair of jeans that we thrifted a long time ago for this reason. Another really sick thing was that during the main set, we were near the front and on the side where the private tables that cost $5000, compared to my $15 ticket lol. One of the people there really liked my vibe, and invited me under the divider to join them, and I told them I was with my friend and asked if she could also join and he said yes! They then offered us drinks, and we got to dance literally right next to the main stage which was so sick. Additionally I noticed that they had brought a couple of people from the main crowd, and they were all attractive girls. And then there was me, a guy, and I was the one that requested to bring my friend with me. It wasn’t even like they were trying to invite my friend over because she is an attractive girl, but no it was because of me! And I feel honestly really happy inside about the fact that someone enjoyed my presence so much that they decided to bring me over all of the other people there. He was sick because afterwards we got to talk with some of the openers and get their Instagram and photos with them! One of the people that was at that table at the end of the show came up to me and asked me if I was natural and oh my God. I think it’s such a weird thing because even though I really like the way that I look and I’m very happy with myself, I still do have body dysmorphia some extent. I look at my body naked flexing in good lighting, and I still feel like OK it’s like physique all things considered, and I am happy with it partially because I think that women don’t like super over the top fuzzy in practice More is exactly what a lot of women are looking for. I also do think that it is something for me and I really do like the way that my physique looks in certain ways. I also think however that when I wear clothing they really isn’t any clear something of my physique and I think that people can maybe guess out of politeness that I work out, because of my traps or the fact that I am a relatively low body fat. But I don’t think it’s really that obvious how much I work out. But then I have stuff like this where while I’m wearing a tank top a stranger comes up to me solely with the intention of asking if I use steroids. If I use the most conservative interpretation of that, of treating it like a compliment that is exaggerated, that’s still implies that the person clearly thinks that I work out. And I think it’s really funny because I remember it at least two points during the concert, I was looking at my arms while dancing and I thought about how dainty they look. And I often think about how I’m more or less just look like a regular person, because my natural physique is just less than that. But while we were walking back to the car, a random guy in a group yelled out that I looked jacked! And that’s so incredibly sweet of him. And even past that, two days ago at chess club when the organizer was talking about chess boxing and I got excited because I watched a bit of that, I joked that he should host that, and he said a comment about how I looked the part and asked if I had done boxing.

I am glad that I write down these compliments because reading back through them really does help, because even though that I worry it comes off to anyone who might potentially read this as me just sucking my own dick, I really do have those neural pathways wired into me from childhood and most of my life honestly, of being weak and having a really poor physique because I was never really something I cared about I guess. I always had other things to worry about. But even past that, I honestly do find it hard to understand how other people see me, and I think I’m afraid of viewing myself as jacked or something like that because maybe not everyone sees me that way, and maybe these are just people being friendly or supportive, and the cost of assuming and being confident that I am jacked, while people do not think that is massive. And since I grew up where that was the case, that is how I believe the world is and it’s really hard to convince someone that the world has changed. Especially when there’s always room for doubt. But I also think about it a little bit now in the lens of the thing I recently heard about, of negativity bias in dating which I journaled about I think yesterday. Yes there will always be people that don’t find me jacked or physically strong or whatever. And there will be some people that will always find me that way. And there will be a lot of people that I’m not sure about, and if I make the assumption that they must be doing it out of sympathy or to be nice, I am doing myself a big disservice. I think however that some of the most meaningful compliments I’ve gotten have been from people that aren’t trying to compliment me. Like I think about my old jiu-jitsu coach, who would get mad at me for using muscle or power even though I didn’t think I was. And he would kind of make fun of my muscles saying that that doesn’t need to help me and that is not the way to do it. And I almost think that those instances of feedback matter so much because that person isn’t trying to be nice to me or they aren’t trying to give me confidence, they just assume that I know that and that goes with the assumption that everyone else also does too. Maybe I am jacked.