Consume

I'm watching the fights. It's not a particularly hyped or hype-worthy card but I'm off so it'll do.
I'm having a few drinks on a well-earned day off and my girl is coming later.

This guy with jowls sits down next to me and his even more rotund wife sits down, impossibly the chairs don't snap under their weight. He has the new google or apple watch or whatever-the-fuck-it-is and he's fiddling with it in that way he hopes people will see it and ask him about it. I've only ever owned * phones in my life so I can't even fathom learning a new device however user-friendly or intuitive they may claim it to be.

They order and preposterous amount of food that I somehow doubt was their only over-eating meal of the day and proceed to do damage. He laments the choice of top shelf liquor of a particular brand of vodka that I find people order more and more these days.

At any rate, they eat and eat and eat.
They drink. They leave in a Range Rover.
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Maybe you'll make enough to spend $50k on a wedding to someone you'll eventually hate.
Maybe you'll make enough to have your kids do all the prerequisite keeping up the Jones'/neighbors kid actitivies.
You'll hire SAT tutors and you'll brag about your kids to the other people you don't like but live near and/or work with or have to associate with because you spend most of your waking hours working.

Maybe you'll live vicariously through The Walking Dead (how aptly titled, no?) or Blacklist, or Scandal or whatever-the-fuck-white-people-are-watching now.

It's a lifestyle of vicarious-living. A lifestyle of consuming bullshit media and social media is the worst. It's a facade of an existence whereby we trade our free time for working to buy needless salves and ointments on souls screaming for actual experience.

Get shot down.
Get beat up.
Lose everything.
I mean....fuck, take some risks man.
Do things that make you uncomfortable.
Comfortably numb is the worst state of all. Sure, we retreat from the brink and the hot gates to recharge from time to time.
I'm emotionally drained from the last girl I dated and now I'm rebuilding my emotional stock by dating one girl for the time being.
I'm also recharging because I have some serious trials and tribulations legally ahead of me.
I know, however, that after the turmoil, I will emerge a stronger, decidedly tougher version of my already resilient self.
I'll have added another element or two to my Man Resume that you carry with you always.
I've always been a seeker, a malcontent.....and it will only serve to more quickly eliminate the style of women who desire men like me and save me time wasted on fair weather girls who want neither real passion nor love but rather distraction and some odd mix of emotionally infantile and sexually repressed release.

Often when I'm working, or even not, when I'm out, a girl will quietly ask me if I fight.
I've had guys ask then knowingly say, "I thought so," or, "I could tell."
I've asked for a succinct answer as to how they can subconsciously see it, or sense it but as with intangibles and non-verbal cues, they often can't, and chalk it up to body language or posture (which is no doubt part of it).
I'm actually highly not aggressive unless tested or crossed with physical space or physical aggression, but there's a thousand yard stare that real alpha males (not this PUA bullshit term) have.
It's the stare of "come what may, let the chips fall where they may, the knowledge hard-earned and hard fought that this will end poorly for one or both of us, and I'm fairly certain that's you, but we cna do this if you really want to."

A real woman, that is, by my definition, a woman worth pursuing and thus having and possessing, wants a man willing to roll the dice, willing to walk away, and a man willing to do what it takes even if it comes at considerable personal harm and/or risk.

I don't know any other way to b.
The trick these days as I get older and see the stupidity of fighting with the establishment is to keep it between the lines and maintain my freedom.
Don't waste your time or your freedom.
They are your most valuable assets.

Good luck and happy hunting,
   - Yrs. in Christ