Pyschological reprecussions of a small penis
Let me tell you a little about myself. You may find your story similar to mine.
There is no doubt that the ladies find me attractive. I have never felt any shortcomings about my physical appearance. I’ve been the subject of many crushes, love notes, and even a few tears. I’ve been told many times, and from many different people, that I’ve got the “whole package.” Good looks, athleticism, and smarts. Of course, I’ve always had one very personal shortcoming, and you know what that is.
I don’t have, by any stretch, a tiny penis. Just a small one. Its amazing, however, the far-reaching effects that this physical characteristic has had on my life.
I generally give off two very distinct and different first impressions. Most of the time, I am labeled an arrogant and cocky little bastard. They call me an “elitist,” someone who thinks he is better than everyone else. Others, perhaps the more keen and observant people, look a little closer and notice that there is a lot going on behind my arrogant facade, some very deep-rooted insecurities.
There is, I believe, a way of life, an attitude, we should all strive for. I believe in selfishness. Those of you familiar with the works of Ayn Rand, Ralph Waldo Emerson, or Henry David Thoreau, should be able to understand this train of thought. “Nothing is at last sacred but the integrity of your own mind.” I want to live my life for myself, unfettered by “his or her” opinion. It is because of my inability to do so, that I regard myself with such a vehement disdain, and yes, even hatred. I hate the fact that I am tugging and squeezing my dick every night because I am afraid that someone else will not think it is big enough. I won’t make any pretense at participating in PE for some high and lofty ideal. I am doing it because I am afraid. I’ve never settled for “average.” I despise the word. No woman has ever seen my penis. I’ve been in the situation plenty of times, believe me. Everytime, I just vomit some lame excuse about the stars and heaven to keep my pants on. Its enough that I have to know that I am average. I will not let any other person know it.
I know, very well, how pathetic my situation is. I know that the majority of people who read this will just shake their heads, and that’s okay, because I’m shaking my head as I write it. Its awfully sad, guys, I know. But this is my path, I was born this way. I’m narcissistic and shallow. That being said, I really hope that all this tugging and squeezing will yield some results. Adios, I’ve got to go lift some weights.