Saturday, May 3, 2014
You Need to Get Good at Something
You'd be surprised how many people have never become skilled in doing at least one activity.
Our modern age has us wanting to live 14 lives in one: son, brother, worker, parent, spouse, rockstar, architect, astronaut, whatever.
I genuinely believe you can only really be good at perhaps a handful of things in your life.
I'm an extreme in personality so I think it's more like 2-3, but the generalization applies.
Everyone needs a passion. It changes your life and you.
It's also about going through the ups and downs and persistence necessary to grind through the learning plateaus. It gives you confidence, persistence, and self will and determination, all necessary in crafting the world into the image which you desire.
Picking up women should force you to take an honest, semi-objective look at your life.
It's not about anyone else's standard you perceive as set for you.
Are you getting the results you want?
Do you and/or can you, rather, HAVE YOU ACTUALLY attracted and obtained the women in your life which you desire?
If you've struggled in getting laid for the better part of a year, routine memorizing to land a 9 is silliness.
You need to just fucking get it in.
You need to just be willing....willing to approach. Willing to fail, because you are already failing. Your daily life is already a fail.
What could it hurt to just make that failure a rejection by some girl you will almost certainly never speak to.
If you approach her from a place of ownership and authenticity and being clear and direct, she will not be upset. If she is upset, who the fuck cares? You don't know her. Her opinion of you matters not in the least in the course of the stream of human history and global events and interactions.
I have to force myself to work on being social at times.
Especially when I'm breaking my dick off inside my girlfriend regularly and physically and sexually she is almost exactly what I want.
I remind myself of the grinding halt I experience when my ex and I split and starting over in pick-up, almost from scratch in many ways.
I forget that feeling from time to time but I do my best to recall and use it.
I know that given I've been seeing my girl for * months, soon, the old me will begin to hunger for some variety. Something new.
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