/lit/ - Literature

Ugly bastard here. This shit is rough, anons.
The older I get, the more aware I am of the urge to have a family and to have intimacy, and the more painful the knowledge that those things are most likely out of my reach becomes.
I know I'm ugly because I've been told so by many different women, because of the reactions I get from people in social situations in which the topic of romance or dating is raised, and because it's obvious when looking at my own face. It doesn't bother me as much as I thought it would - I did the whole /r9k/ crying over being forever alone thing for a little bit in my late teens and grew out of it when I realized my life didn't have to revolve entirely around whether or not I got a girlfriend - and I've sort of grown to accept the way people react to me. However, there's a difference between self-acceptance and being able to transcend the natural biological urges almost every adult male has, as they possess an unconscious power beyond what the rational mind can combat. I can tell myself that I have a greater purpose in life than simply being a family man, that these days it's not even worth it and I'll end up in a situation like >>22448003 is in, that I should just stop worrying about it and let life happen, but it all feels like a cope no matter how many arguments I make to myself.