Magic8Ball
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i'm not on a downwards slope towards depression but i am having a little quiet thought about what defines a person, is it what you feel or what others see?
I'd think that others see me as a confident person and a very physical person (i'm 6ft4ins tall and about 18stone) they see the motorbike rider, martial artist, i'm the first person someone would ask if they wanted something heavy lifted, I'd also be the last man standing at a drinking competition
What i see in myself is a caring and genuine person who would lay down his life for the ones he loves and who is just happy to be surrounded by his family and spend time with them doing absoultely anything. My public and private personality do seem to be chalk and cheese in comparison.
Now this may be me looking on the worst side but post surgery i think i will be none of the above (ok, bar the caring and genuine) so i'm guessing i'm going to need to re-invent myself, get new hobbies etc. even new friends as i move out of the social circles i now inhabit.
My main worry is the confidence thing, i've walked this planet for 36 years without a care in the world with regards to personal safety. As much as all my family and friends love me and know what a soft arse i am you would never choose to sit next to me on a train, i've never been the most approachable looking person. This has served me well as when those sticky situations arise people just look at me, assess their chances and then walk away...i love the level of protection i feel i give my family from lifes scumbags....post surgery i assume this will not be the case and i worry about how this drop in physical ability/confidence may affect the person i am and then onwards the people i love.
I remember how i felt at 19 when i had my baloon stretch of the aortic valve, i was only a few weeks post surgery and my mother took me to the video store to pick a few movies. When we returned to the car it was in the process of being broken into and i was unable to do anything as i could just about hobble down the street. I remember the level of frustration i felt that had this happened two week earlier i'd be kicking someones butt right about then but i had to just stand there and watch the little buggers running off with my mothers car stereo.
Not sure why i've posted this but probably after a little re-assurance that things won't be that bad and that we just adjust and carry on.
Anyway, thanks for reading my drivell
I'd think that others see me as a confident person and a very physical person (i'm 6ft4ins tall and about 18stone) they see the motorbike rider, martial artist, i'm the first person someone would ask if they wanted something heavy lifted, I'd also be the last man standing at a drinking competition
What i see in myself is a caring and genuine person who would lay down his life for the ones he loves and who is just happy to be surrounded by his family and spend time with them doing absoultely anything. My public and private personality do seem to be chalk and cheese in comparison.
Now this may be me looking on the worst side but post surgery i think i will be none of the above (ok, bar the caring and genuine) so i'm guessing i'm going to need to re-invent myself, get new hobbies etc. even new friends as i move out of the social circles i now inhabit.
My main worry is the confidence thing, i've walked this planet for 36 years without a care in the world with regards to personal safety. As much as all my family and friends love me and know what a soft arse i am you would never choose to sit next to me on a train, i've never been the most approachable looking person. This has served me well as when those sticky situations arise people just look at me, assess their chances and then walk away...i love the level of protection i feel i give my family from lifes scumbags....post surgery i assume this will not be the case and i worry about how this drop in physical ability/confidence may affect the person i am and then onwards the people i love.
I remember how i felt at 19 when i had my baloon stretch of the aortic valve, i was only a few weeks post surgery and my mother took me to the video store to pick a few movies. When we returned to the car it was in the process of being broken into and i was unable to do anything as i could just about hobble down the street. I remember the level of frustration i felt that had this happened two week earlier i'd be kicking someones butt right about then but i had to just stand there and watch the little buggers running off with my mothers car stereo.
Not sure why i've posted this but probably after a little re-assurance that things won't be that bad and that we just adjust and carry on.
Anyway, thanks for reading my drivell