A dauntingly difficult answer to one simple straight forward question
When the missus (i.e. wife, honey bunches of wheat squares, spouse, et cetera posed the following personal query rephrased in Matt's poppycock, psychobabble speak blah...blah...blah - “how do you react, when told x, y, z, persons cares about thee regarding thyself?”), no immediate response could be forthcoming.
The fill in the blank (asper family member, friend, perhaps relative...) seemed equally stupefying, no matter whose name switched within that parameter.
Hence, I sought out the sanctuary wherein the ancient Iranian-speaking prophet who taught innovations on religious traditions, what would develope into the religion of Zoroastrianism, and thus spake Zarathustra with me in utmost confidentiality, high fidelity, and privacy, whose buzzfeed ding cant be reiterated verbatim, but such argot best couched in pitter patter blather immediately idenfied as Matt-speak.
An emotional warmth emanates within me, when terms of endearment directed at yours truly. Unlike my totally tubularly uncomfortably numb teenage wasteland years (particularly the serious bout with anorexia nervosa, when the death defying sparring partner seemed closed to calling the shots), any flattering comment from a classmate peer aged pretty young thing, who suprisingly managed a feeble utterance out the mouth of severely anxious adolescent whose knees felt they would buckle underneath him, this middle liege serf (shackled to thee mastermind of sovereign banking persona within thine psyche), would be more emphatic at the positively pointed persiflage, and perchance feign to babble, blinker, or blubber complete “FAKE” embarassment. nowadays a similar commentary (addressing affinity, cupidity, ethnic gratuity) voiced via a relation or anonymous stranger, the pleasant ring of adoration toward this weather beaten ship of state would most likely generate a smile.
Unbeknowst to thyself why the dramatic disparity whence wife hoar other female would communicate commensurate elan, gladness, interest, et cetera prevails.
A greater (immeasurable, yet greater degree) self esteem most definitely much more pronounced page number two: these day of mine existence.
Self acceptance asper the many glaring weaknesses (at least to these myopic eyes). Less hankering engenders approval, commplimentary feedback, general inspiration from others.
When attuned to genuine heartwarming innuendoes, a warmth doth suffuse this body electric, and subsequent aspiration to curry, finagle, induce kindness motivates outlier quintessentially raising the value yin/yang ambition desiring gift.
Joy leavens my obdurate quality sensing uber worthiness yoked to individual accomplishments, which entail completing a writing assignment, reading a issue of TIME magazine (cover to cover), discoursing about meaty thought provoking topics, et cetera.
Along same or similar metaphorical vein incorporating pleasantries from (preferentially a gal of no specific creed, race, religion, and so on), no wedding gate crashing, roiling, quivering, pulsating, oozing, needling mandating liberating, kickstarting, jangles, invites horniness.
Thee libido of mine (pray tell) took a kamikaze nose dive soon after be prescribed a gamut of pharmacological reuptake inhibitor medications. Hence any reference averred (explicitly from the woman who pledged her troth and help beget two beautiful daughters) receives negligble sexual reaction.
Since the marked diminution of coitus, fellatio, insertion of vasogcongested phallus, la dee da, I vouchsafe that intercourse occurs with this primate as often on par with a feckless gecko, a generic eunoch, or geode, which translates as a zero cum game depriving thee bride from twenty plus years ago, who probably gets frustrated to infrequently savoring verboten fruit.