I am serious here, but mine is meeting the girl of my dreams and her not liking anal sex, as it is an integral and very important part of a relationship with me.
Honestly,…
My ridiculously small penis. No joke. I’d bet big $ Howard Stern’s is bigger than mine.
On another note, I’m a bit of a geek, but I’m not insecure about it. Don’t drink, read comic books, play video games, watch cartoons, like pro wrestling, lifting weights. Don’t get me wrong; I don’t run around with Final Fantasy t-shirts and what not, but I’m not embarrased about any of that stuff either. Each and every one of us has our own likes/dislikes, and there’s nothing wrong with that.
My only wish is that those damn Longitude capsules would work.
Mine is security. I have a BIG thing with financial security, job security and about being able to provide the best possible environment(in-laws) for my son to be around. After spending a period of my life sleeping in alleys, eating out of restuarant dumpsters and doing laundry in gas station restrooms, I am totally freaked about having enough liquid assets and IRA’s/bonds/401(k) to be able to maintain my lifestyle. Doing contract work doesn’t exactly provide for that secure feeling either, so me with money is like a squirrel with nuts facing another Ice Age. I had a fairly sucky childhood/adolescent period and live half a continent away from my family so I am also very concerned with whomever my in-laws end up being as they will have a great impact on my son’s childhood and life in general.
My insecurities were mostly social. Being (1) an engineer, (2) Lutheran, (3) Norwegian, makes me one of the most stoic people out there. Add to that my past athletic pursuits (all individual sports), and I have been severely lacking inthe social skills department. My business associations have brought me a long way out of that. At this point, I can’t really say I have any glaring insecurities. Though, my 20 year class reunion was this last weekend, and I found a lot of those old insecurities creeping back up a little bit. I have great admiration for one woman in particular – she was fat in school, is still fat, but while she was so insecure in school that you could barely hear her talk standing right next to you, and never talked with just about anybody, she now has a great deal of self-confidence and strikes up conversations readily.
My left leg because it is smaller than the other due to muscle atrophy caused by herinated discs/damaged nerves in my lower back and my head/face, which I think is too long and narrow, like a horse. Herc
I have a few insecurities, I’m sure everyone has some. I am fairly dark, but my legs are really white. Its terrible. My girlfriend says I look like an oreo. I know that i should tan them or use that sunless tanning stuff, but i just haven’t gotten around to it. I also used to be very insecure about my hair. I Have really thick dark hair that doesn’t do what i want it to do. I think that it looks bad no matter what i do to it. if i put gel in it i think that it has to be perfect and it never is. I cant shave my head because i have two huge bumps on the top of the back of my head. When people feel them i tell them that they are tumors and they believe me. I have gotten over this insecurity because now i just don’t care. Last year i shaved my head and then let it grow out for 9 months. i got corn rows, even though im not black (1/2 white, 1/2 japanese). i would have never cut it but i wanted to look decent for senior prom. Well i havent cut it since then and don’t plan on doing so for some time. I don’t comb it, I don’t gel it, I don’t even wear a hat, I just let it bang.
I have a huge COCK! I can’t wear shorts because my shlong hangs out the bottom.
I should just change my nickname,“Ken” is too common.
Anyway,my insecurity I must admit is my personality.I have been informed by a good friend that my problem is that I am very honest about my feelings,meaning I’ll flare up in front of the rest of my friends when I’m mad.It’s embarassing because they feel intimidated by me when I sincerely want to get to know them better,chat with them etc.I don’t like coming off as a mean,rude ahole.But sometimes my fuse gets the better of me.I am not sure if I can maintain friendships if I continue like this so I’m changing things up,be more cheery,be nicer etc.I really want to keep friends I make so…
Despite my earlier reply aimed at a humorous Conan the Barbarian reference, I’ve thought about this and I think I’ll go ahead with my honest reply, for whatever it’s worth (which in all probability is…nothing…)
My insecurity is that at the end of the day, just before I fall asleep and I can no longer hear the noises of the outside, when I can no longer hear the rythmic breathing of my pets, or lover, or the distant sounds of the road, or crickets, or once in a while, even coyotes…when all is quiet but I am not quite asleep, I do not know who or what I am. I have been betrayed…I have been a betrayer…I have had my heart broken…I have broken the hearts of at least two, possibly three people who truly, deeply trusted me…I have held the confidence entrusted to me by many people despite strong pressure to speak out…I have broken confidence entrusted by my closest friends and family simply for the brief approval of friend and stranger alike…I have criticized others for cheating…and I have cheated…I have hurt…and been hurt…I have exploded into violence over trivial matters…and I have cowered to those weaker than me…I have used force to help a stranger…and I have held back when force could have helped someone in need…I have been noble, and hideous, cautious, and foolish, friendly, and hateful, generous, and cruel…and at the end of the day, I have a certain view of myself, what I am, what I want to be, what I try to be…but just before sleep catches me, I glimpse my shadow…and I don’t know who or what I am.
Elegua: Should we ever meet, and should you wife allow it, I am going to give you the biggest hug for that post. The words deep, honest and self-aware do not even begin to cover it. To say I second the sentiment would be to cheat it of it’s impact. Thank you.
Like I few others, I still have that lagging fatboy syndrome evnthough I have visible abs. My biggest insecurity is fairly new to me, and it is my right pec, lat and tri. They are noticeably smaller than their left sided counterpart due to a breaking the c6 and c7 vertibrates in my neck and the resulting nerve damage. I am also VERY weak in any pressing exercises because my right pec and tri do not function properly. (Nothing hurts your ego like going from a incline press of 305lbs to no more than 100lbs on any bench press variation.) But I won’t let it beat me, and I’m determined to regain full use of my right side.
Mine is that I will someday have one. Seriously, subtract all the above that have to do with worrying about what other people think, and what is left? Does anyone work out just because it fucking feels good? I think this board is going downhill fast. I have a solution, though. We should ban all posts from A) Women and B) Any nutless fuck whining about how someone hurt his feelings. Oops gotta go – I think I feel the first symptoms of estrogen poisoning.
Vain68- At first I thought this post was not going to be anything more
than what basically Rookie wrote (“Dude, my bis are totally too small
compared to my calves”- no offense intended Rookie;) ) but something
strange has happened. This post has actually made me more self-aware. I
just realized that I have conquered my major insecurity! See, most of
my
life, my insecurity was that I wasn’t particularly succesful with
women.
I was a bit afraid and shy of them, and because of that I’ve fucked up
many fabulous chances at getting laid and getting to know potentiallly
great girls. But a few months ago, something changed, as described in
my
“Cockblocked!” post of about 4 weeks ago. I was furious at a buddy of
mine, for cock-blocking me, and I had started working on my “game” with
women. Oh, I had tried before, buying 1 or 2 worthless relationship
books written by women (they don’t know what they’re talking about),
going out Thur-Sat and trying to hook up at clubs/bars, spending money
on clothes and cologne. But this time I had anger on my side. I started
reasearching on the net various sites dealing w/ men’s issues, reading
some of the threads here at t-mag.com, and generally vowing to become a
stud. I learned about a few writers and started reading as much of Ross
Jeffries’ stuff as possible. I also read a lot of stuff at askmen.com,
esp. Doc Love. I followed some of their steps and, much to my surprise,
I picked up a chick at the laundromat and nailed her on the second
date!
I didn’t spend a dime or more than 5 hours total of my time on her. I
just started a new job, and the second day I got the phone # of the
hottest girl in the place. I went out to a club Sat. night, talked and
danced w/ more girls than I ever have before in my life, got a phone #,
and generally had a blast. My confidence is rock-solid and I’m having a
blast and I no longer need to psych myself or have 6 drinks before I
approach a girl. I go right up to them and say whatever I want to say, I
don’t use cheesy lines anymore, and if they’re not friendly, I just step away and forget about them. Before, I would drive myself crazy thinking about what a bitch she was. So, thanks Vain68! I didn’t quite realize
how much my life had improved until a few minutes ago! Now I need to
find something else to be insecure about…maybe the 50 pounds or so I
need to lose, yeah, that could be it!
To Fred Blassie- love that name bro! In case you didn’t know, I’m the
resident pro wrestler here. Don’t ever be embarassed about what you
like. And if you are an intelligent, learned, cultured, educated man
such as myself, proudly say that you like wrestling. This way, you and I together can change the perception of who a wrestling fan is supposed to be. We’re not all rednecks, meatheads or dumb kids, ya know. (though God bless all rednecks, meatheads and dumb kids, beacuse hopefully one day some of them will be
paying my salary!)
Ken- same as above. And hey, maybe you and Fred Blassie Jr. should look into a wrestling school and do it for real. It’s a lot of fun and a real physical challenge.Elegua-I enjoyed both your responses, and the 2nd one hits close tohome. I believe we all want to know who we really are and why are we
here. Why are we born, why do we live, why do we enjoy a certain way of life when so many others have it so hard…these are imp’t thoughts.
Hey I just realized that I hadn’t read all of your post detailing the injury you suffered. I didn’t realize you were talking about those muscles in relation to how they shrank after you got hurt. Your post is not shallow, and I’m sorry I used you as an example of what I thought the posts would be like.
My biggest insecurity is that lurking fear that whatever I’m doing is wrong.
Hey bro, no offense taken. Glad to hear about your luck with the ladies…
REESHDAWG! I know your pain about your weak chin! I had the same problem myself almost a year ago,(depression, suicidal thoughts, ugliest bastard in the world, ect.) I had the implant surgery and liposuction last January and I’m the happiest mofo in the world. Yes, it’s expensive ($3000) but no dollars have I better spent.
To someone that doesn’t have this problem it probably seems odd to get that upset about your appearance, but imagine being a 300 pound slob with no possiblity of slimming down.
Chicks dig me now, but more importantly, I feel worthy of it.
Anyway, get the money somehow…any way!!