Now here is a post I did not expect to feel a need to type.
But it is what it is. I am never shy in confrontation of home truths and harsh reality as I hope this post will prove.
This post is one borne of guilt at a feeling of upsetting not just one particular forum poster for whom I have the utmost respect but many forum posters.
I am led to believe I have a way with words. People close to me tell me that. People I love and respect.
Every group of colleagues I have ever worked with have told me that.
Seemingly such a perception even exists on here. Allegedly.....
With the power of articulation comes danger and pitfall.
I am not so stupid that I haven't realized that. The problem and the worry I have had for most of my adult life is several fold. Firstly a way with words can sound pompous. It can reflect a demeaning, dismissive, patronising tone. By accident rather than design.
I am by nature a proper champion worry guts. That may not be immediately obvious to everyone here. I worry about ridiculous things and quite often when I feel I have run out of stuff to worry about I will worry about the fact I can't find anything to worry about.
This is the insane world of Snooks perhaps unbeknown to everyone here.
At this precise moment in time my chief worry is that I am writing a post about myself. I worry that I will come across as a self obsessed, self sympathising narcissist. All things I would utterly loathe to ever be thought of.
But I digress in spite of it

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There is a long standing conflict that rages inside me and has done for a long time.
How much do I show myself some love? Can I do so privately or publicly without a self reflective worry that I come across as an egotistical bellend?
How can I post strong opinions on the forum without worrying I might cause offence?
These are thoughts that have crossed my mind with increased unerring regularity over many years. Dare I try and argue the toss in a surgical, pick apart manner when I feel a justification so to do.
I have felt tempted to many times on this forum but resisted.
More times than anyone could ever comprehend.
Ultimately I care. I am a human first and a forumite second.
There is absolutely no desire to belittle, demean or upset with intent.
When I look in the mirror I want to be sure I can say that to myself honestly and sincerely.
Of course there have been times when I have argued the toss.
Sometimes proudly. Sometimes not.
I will never claim I am the epitomy of moral virtue. Far from it.
But let me get one thing straight.
The amount of self analysis, self questioning, self doubt in my life is overwhelming.
Often to a point of tears and desperate worry. This is deep at the heart of my mental health battle that has raged for so long.
And now I worry I will be deemed as using mental health over a long time span as an excuse for my every wrong thing done, thought or said. The paranoia is real.
My reality is a stark one. I cry most days either internally, externally or both.
That is the Snooks you don't see. The pain you don't see. The sense of overwhelming guilt and self loathing that you don't see.
The unfairness I feel is acute because too often when I feel insulted, demeaned, patronised, harshly treated or bullied as I was as a child I have generally not fought back.
More times than I can ever care to remember. And now I worry I am playing the victim card. You get the picture by now

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I make mistakes and when this happens nobody is more critical of them than I.
Let there be no doubt on that score.
I see a comment on the forum now and again and think to myself there are lessons I can learn. To think better. To do better. To be better.
I expect a certain standard of myself. Perhaps setting the bar too high.
I sense a relentless pressure of expectation in life and maybe even on here. And now I worry I come across as playing for a sympathy vote.
FFS

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This is the life I lead.
Every hour of every day.
The extent of my own insanity is matched only by the degree of concern it ruins other people's lives just as much as it ruins my own.
I have my own private counsellor.
And I need her to be there. To protect against myself.
In forum life. In real life.
That is not a plea for sympathy. It is reality and a plea to be heard without fear or favour.
No amount of praise I get in life will erase the doubt, the worry, the fear and the crippling self loathing.
I may come across sometimes as a lecturing know all twat. But deep down I am a compassionate twat.
A daft twat too.
A caring twat.
Always a twat mind you. But I can live with that.
So forgive me being a twat.
It just comes naturally I'm afraid.
And apologies to anyone I have upset since June 2010.
In the words of Cheesy.
Peace.
I'm out.