

Sorry for answering late.
By saying “I don’t care what they are interested in.” I didn’t meant I don’t care about their feelings or their interests entirely. I tried to mean It doesn’t matter what they are interested in. They might not like Operas or Antique fashion like me because I look for their brain and personality before their interests. Of course in a relationship, I do take care of what my love would be interested in. I’d like to hear more and know them better. They just don’t need to share same interests with me.
Actually I’m not sure what I want a girlfriend to add to my life. I always tried to be a logical person. Even in a romantic relationship, dialogues are like math for me. Everything adds up to each other and you get a result in the end.
I think of why I want a relationship for so long and never got an entirely clear answer. I’ve always been deeply connected to people around me like my family, and I think the imagination of having a beloved one is just amazing. I feel so emotional and attracted towards that person even before meeting her. I’m sure I’d be very connected with her if we met because this is why I ended up so depressed in my last break-up. I just get too connected and filled with so much love towards that person, this might end up as a negative aspect. Some stuff happened with my old girlfriend which I talked about and it was all about this problem. I just feel heavy love and interest towards the possible beloved person of my life. I’m not sure what causes it but I have some guesses with experiences from childhood which wouldn’t be suitable to share in here.
Shortly, it’s more of an emotional call which I can’t explain for years.
Thank you for your comment and kind words. Seems like anorexia is about a person seeing themselvs fat while being actually underweight. This is not my problem since I know I am underweight but I get what you mean. Thankfully I live with my family and I can’t tell them this problem so I eat either this way or that way. I sure will not die off this in short time at least, haha.
I talked to a therapist about this before and she said I’m fine. She gave me a paper. There were text and gaps like;
“I think of … of my father”
…and I had to fill them. My next session was 6 months later but then the therapist went on the annual leave. They said I can contact again when she returned but we never got any other news. Never tried to apply for another therapist. 10 minutes once every 6 months doesn’t really help. What can you expect from a third-world country after all?