OK, I feel such a thread needs an update after a while, it's been just over a year since my last post in it. There's been some good and some bad. Beware, long post ahead.
1) Happy to report the Napoleon Complex phase is over, and thank God. I look back on that time now and am like 'man that was embarrassing'. I've focused my efforts into losing excess weight instead (ie. shit I can control about my body) and it's working. I'm not sure how much I've lost exactly because for the first while I didn't use any scales and just went by what I knew to work in the past. Well, nothing changed, it still works the same way.
I vividly remember sitting at a kitchen table at a friend's place (more on that topic later) on NYE and there being zero room in my jeans. Now, there is noticeable room

. I can see the difference myself, but I think until other people will notice a difference will take a while. I think in time though, I'll be able to get the body I've always wanted but fell off the dieting wagon before I could get there. I've been rather good, proud of myself for this.
2) Hanging out with the guys at pool each Thursday has remained an almost weekly endeavour. I am more comfortable around them than I used to be. I can usually just speak my mind/freely now. On that note, I realized lately that fearing what others think is the root to tons of my problems. There were a lot of 'symptoms' that I thought were individual problems, but were just symptoms of one big one. I'm making progress. Even playing my music in public in the car and making certain purchases at shops (I bought Magic Mike on blu-ray recently, and it took me like 20 minutes to finally go up to the counter with it, and of course the guy couldn't care less

) and little shit like that can be a battle, but I'm working on it, and it's getting better. It only took me like 2 minutes to make another purchase today which I was at first feeling similar about

.
Anyway, the guys. OK, they're not exactly close friends, but I can talk with them, I have a circle I'm hanging out with regularly, it's OK.
3) Sadly something really painful yet perhaps necessary as a learning curve recently happened - in February this year, after having planned it for a couple of months, I left my Mother's house for the first time. Go me! Left to live with a former workmate/friend and his GF (yeah yeah, instant warning sirens

). Should've seen the signs rather early on that I wouldn't be able to stay with this girl for too long - once the honeymoon was over (as we were all first time home-leavers) she had such a cold personality, was rude in telling me to do things, double-standards, the lot. In fact, subconsciously I knew I wouldn't be there long I think, but I was thinking more like a year - not a mere three months

. Anyway, things were fine for the first month and a bit, but looking back I overlooked a lot. I won't say everything this bitch did, but I was determinedly the better person no matter how hard it was. I eventually got to leave after the most stressful period so far of my life, and now am back at my Mum's, still with lingering anger that my independence, the life I'd started to live in away from my Mum's was stolen from me by one awful person. But now I'm OK.
The painful thing was not only having to take a step backwards in life and go back to Mother's, but also learning some of the problems this girl had with me (all of which I tried to make better at the time - at least the ones I knew about) that were legitimate (although her determination to hate me and refusal to accept apology was certainly not

):
I stare - it's a bad habit, I didn't even know I did it. Nobody in my life has ever told me so. My guy flatmate/friend told me one night and I was horrified. So I've been trying to stop doing it, it's a battle, and I hate that I do it and would hate others doing it to me, but I only consider myself partially responsible considering not a single Goddamn person until I was almost 24 years old ever told me that I did it

.
I also apparently roll my eyes a lot (in fact, I have been told about this one prior), but although I've changed a lot of habits in my life and will continue to do so, this one is so involuntary I don't know where to begin focusing on not doing that all day long. Staring so far is much easier to keep an eye on. When I roll my eyes, an active thought (one I don't like obviously) has overtaken my mind completely, so it's really gonna be an uphill battle, this one.
And for the first time, I've started trimming on a regular basis my pit hairs. Another thing I'd neglected was just how much I could stink after a long evening at work

and I think it will really help. I can already tell since I've been doing it that deodorant lasts a lot longer.
I don't consider this the same as caring what others think, well in a way it is, but in a good way this time. All these 'weirdnesses' about me which are apparently off-putting to people do not I believe reflect my inside and what I wish to project to others so that's why I want to change those. I actually believe I am a really nice and decent guy underneath, so only wish in a perfect world that my outside showed this as much as what was hidden.
4) Looking at other things in the OP (bear with me, some of these sound a little trivial

):
- I was wrong about my dick I think - it's not really what anyone would call big, but it's nothing to be ashamed of neither, and I think when I lose even more weight I'll feel more confident in it. After all, scale is everything

. And I've still got plenty of pubic fat.
- I'm over the voice thing. Yeah, my voice is not a fave thing about myself and I'll never feel totally good about it, but nobody's actually pulled me up on it (not since high-school). It could be another case of people being too shy or two-faced to let me know shit (as in the staring) but eh, although it may sound better to my ears to do it, it's not good to be fake, and with putting so much effort now into many things, I simply really cannot be bothered making a constant effort to artificially deepen my voice. I'll just have to grin and bear it in future when I hear myself on camera or whatever
- I don't think I walk funny actually. My soles pretty much wear out in the middle as they should. I used to walk funny with my shoes wearing down on one side only, but over the years I've corrected that (yeah, another thing I've had to correct

). I'm not sure what I was thinking exactly when I wrote that in the OP.
Oh and I've not been laid, nor looked for it, so that's good by me

. Closest I got was at one of Mum's drunk parties at home before I went flatting (there's another story there, but I won't get into), I 'successfully' came onto a straight guy, got so far as to kiss him and feel his dick in his pants, but in the end he was too drunk to do anything and soon after simply passed out

.
But being honest with myself I don't even really think about sex. It's not that I don't want to have it, but I already know that some casual encounter will not be satisfying to me. I think for me sex is an intimate relationship thing. Some can separate them and good for them. I may learn in the future to, but for now it's not me

.
Alright thanks guys (extra big thanks to anyone who doesn't give up halfway through here

), that's all the update.