I think I'm more worried about somebody not giving me adequate space than somebody being incapable of loving me.
But if someone can't look at things from your perspective, expects you to be less introverted and can't leave you to yourself for the time you need, does he then really accept you the way you are?
(Which is funny, because often I feel much more forgiving of others. The best way around it, I have found, has been to say, "Look at how forgiving of others you are when they don't meet the ideal, if you know they can't do better at the time and if you know they really are trying. Now.... is it logical to treat yourself any differently or more harshly?")
*nods* it's gotten better as I get older too.
i took it to mean:
1. Thinking that I'm utterly unlovable is extreme/dramatic, the truth is far more moderate.
2. It doesn't mean I don't feel that way sometimes anyway, even if I know it's extreme.
3. however, that attitude often disguises itself to look differently, and the way I rationalize things helps cloak it further. often I realize it's there only because of the end-product of my thoughts and the behavior I indulge in... and I have to "be a detective" and work backwards to realize it's part of my foundational assumptions about myself.
4. The fact that I can feel and LOOK confident in areas outside the interpersonal also makes it harder for others to perceive that I consider myself fatally flawed in some way.
1. yup...see above; I would say that it's more about full acceptance of myself as a person with all my very quirky quirks and flaws than about romantic love. I know that it simply isn't true that no one can accept me/love me the way I am.
2. Interactions with loved ones - even friends sometimes - still indicate that I am convinced that I still need to prove my worth at all times. And yes, this might well stem from the fact that I consider myself somewhat superior...you know, we're harsh on ourselves because we have much lower expectations for other people.
3. It's not as if I'm rolling around in self-pitty, it's more like a to me objective assessment that...I'm not perfect (which I rationally know is A-ok

)...it also rarely makes me crybaby sad, but expresses itself in a certain guardedness or defensiveness, a wall. Maybe insecurity is a bad way of putting it because it has certain connotations that aren't really applicable to this case.
4. Yes, however, because that interpersonal realm isn't as foundational as the conceptual one, I don't consider myself fatally flawed, just flawed in a way that doesn't make it easy (core translation: impossible) to accept me the way I am. Rather than trying to achieve perfection I'm now trying to get over the idea that I'm flawed and unnacceptable, but so be it and am starting to realise that flaws are loveable too. But yeah, striving for perfection is kind of a second nature.
In the end, I think it's more a dynamic between me and myself rather than between me and the other person...hmmm. And then again, I don't hate myself an sich, I just don't find myself to be an easy person to be with for other people. Maybe the fact that I still separate those two indicates that I still haven't really dealt with it appropriately, though. Hmmm. And then again, one can wonder whether this desire to integrate the emotional/realise that flaws are loveable too - in fact this very thread - isn't yet another form of looking for perfection.
On the plus side, the high standard is also what makes us the innovators of this world.
