On approximately March 3rd, I made a good-size donation
of money to a streamer on twitch.tv. Twitch,
over at www.twitch.tv,
is a place where streamers can play videos games
with a web cam focused on themselves, and audience members
(like me) can watch them react to the video game they're
playing. There is a chatroom where the streamer can read
messages that I type. Others in the chat also type in
messages. So there is communication going back and forth.
Over the years, I have donated a lot of money to streamers
on twitch. I've made a couple sizable donations to male
streamers, but most of my donations have gone toward female
streamers.
Sometimes the reason I donate is because the streamer
provides an environment wherein I can find attention. I mostly
do not care that much about what other chatters are saying.
Mostly, I care about what the streamer has to say to me.
That's been true for awhile.
When I donated to the streamer on March 3rd, she got happy.
She is young and friendly and she thanked me. She also asked
me how I was doing.
There is a specific situation that arose leading up to that
day, which is that I finally was able to overcome much of my
fear of studying. So, there was something I wanted to celebrate.
Many, many times I have donated to a young female streamer on
twitch because I feel like having someone to celebrate a
good thing in my life. The attention that I get gives me
a high. Years ago, I used to frequent strip clubs and
when I would buy a VIP dance from a stripper, I would
get a high. I felt at those times like I was in a symbiotic
relationship with the stripper: I was paying her to
entertain me and excite me. Afterwards, the stripper
almost always said thank you. Sometimes I got a kiss
on the cheek.
I stopped attending strip clubs in 2017, but at the same
time I took up donating to women on twitch. Again,
I felt like I was in a symbiotic relationship with
the women there. I would support their streaming
in exchange for their moral support of my life.
Today, I got up and did a couple hours of studying.
Last night I did five hours of programming and two
hours of studying. I am putting all of this effort
into my skillset as a programmer because I want to
be independent again some day. I want to show that
I can support myself. I want to thrive as a programmer.
I don't want to live paycheck to paycheck. I want
to have a savings account.
Mentally, I've reached a point where I am really
losing my desire to seek the company of streamers
on twitch. I've worked about 30 hours during the
past 7 days. I haven't earned any money for that
effort. Yet, I know it is what I want to do.
How is it that I am able to do this?
To cut closer to the chase, do I want to continue
to celebrate my motivation to work with streamers
on twitch? What for? I could, if I wanted, uncork
some more money and donate again to someone in the
near future. I could share the positive news with them
that I am working diligently, and that this is something
that I am proud of. But what for? They can respond
"Hey that's great Mike!" but how would that make
my life any better? How would they be informing
me of anything I don't already know?
Forget about work for a second. Today I had
tacos from Chipotle. Do I want to share this fact
with a streamer on twitch? What for? What do I care
whether they share or do not share my appreciation
for chicken tacos. When I take a bite of a taco
at Chipotle, and I chew on it, I can taste the
chicken in my mouth, and I feel happy. How
is someone else's opinion of tacos going to make
me any happier?
These arguments I'm making didn't used to be
effective. But tonight I feel exhausted of
something. I just don't see the point in
seeking praise from other people about what
I am doing in my life anymore. I am incredibly
confident that I am doing everything in my power
to take care of myself. I wasn't working 30 hours
a week two months ago. But I am now. I'm doing
it for no pay. And a sizable portion of that work
is just me studying my computer textbooks. This is
a lot of stress for me to be taking on but I'm doing it.
The fact that I'm doing as well as I am - motivation-wise -
has made me question my old longings for companionship
or support. I am mostly thinking of the support
of young, pretty women when I say this, but it goes
just as much for men too. I don't feel like my
life will be better if I find out a male peer
or female peer endorses Chipotle tacos.
I had a special experience a few months ago
when my sister offered her perspective
to me during a stressful situation, and that
experience really made me see how friendship
could be a boon in my life. But there is distance
between that, and the moral support that I've
been describing above. I feel like I am mostly
feeling a sense of loss when it comes to
having moral support. I feel apathetic about it,
as you can see from what I've written.
There is a group of software developers that
hold meetings coordinated through meetup.com. I plan
to attend those meetings, in the hopes of making
friends. I tried to attend one a couple weeks ago
but there was some miscommunication about our virtual
meeting room. The group is all local people.
So this could lead to something for me.
I don't know what I'm going to have to say to the people
at these meetings. I guess conversation is easy
enough to make, but are they going to help me with
my work? No. Work is what I have to perform. Work
is how I can gain money and support myself. Friends
can help you move from one place of living to
another, but so can movers if you pay them.
I really like how entertaining a young, pretty
woman can be. This is a big reason I like K-Pop
as much as I do. I go on YouTube and watch
K-Pop music videos a lot. It's very easy.
It's conversationless, too.
I don't know what I have to say to an attractive
woman anymore. Now in particular, since I
seem to have come to terms with the need
to perform in my career. It's very obvious
to me, the path forward to gain employment
again. I think it's obvious to most people,
but so many of us want to party in the name
of comfort to relieve ourselves from stress.
I am regaining a certain arrogance that I used
to have when I was younger. The pressure of life
is me. It's not some employer. It's not the threat
of financial difficulty. It's me. I'm the one who
makes me work. Not need. Not fear. Fear is what
I proactively overcome, now.
And so this is where I find myself.