Lots of resistance today. Something deep is being cleared. I feel absolutely terrible right now, though. I'm debating taking a few weeks off of subliminals. I've been on subs for two years without a real break. Maybe this is my subconscious tricking me, but at this point, I'm not sure that I really give a sh*t. May just need a break -- from all of it.
Financially, Uber was an absolute disaster last night. I missed the 8x surge (meaning you'd pay eight times the normal fare -- and that's when you get the big bucks), because I was helping this guy get back to his sick daughter. Yeah. Save the "but you did a great thing," sh*t. I want my paper.
For the amount of money I made, I would've preferred to have spent New Years balls deep in that pretty lil blonde I posted above. But, oh well. Shit happens.
ON THE FLIPSIDE:
I totally didn't want to do Uber yesterday because of the extreme resistance I was going through. It took AN IMMENSE amount of willpower to get out of bed, clean out my car, get all dressed up, get in a mood to even talk to passengers and get to Raleigh.
And if there's one good thing that came out of this, it's this: I realize how often I auto-disqualify myself when it comes to beautiful women. As if, subconsciously I don't think I'm good enough for them and I don't even try.
Last night, almost every woman that got in the car was showing extreme signs of attraction. Laughing and hanging off my every word, finding reasons to touch me, even giving me propositions to hang out with. There was this one black chick, Alanis, a straight 9/10 bombshell that I'm pretty sure I sniped, because I felt that attraction for her in my f*cking veins. I knew she was into me too, because she just stared at me as I talked, like she wanted to never stop hearing me speak.
Anyway, that's not someone that I would even approach on the street. I'd auto-disqualify myself for not being "good enough."
That's something I'm going to change in 2017. Anyway, I'm gonna go for a run, maybe hit the heavy bags for a few rounds because this resistance has me tore the hell up. I'm snapping at people for no reason, my comprehension of what people are saying is being skewed in the most negative ways possible. It's just not good and I want to start this year off right.
Financially, Uber was an absolute disaster last night. I missed the 8x surge (meaning you'd pay eight times the normal fare -- and that's when you get the big bucks), because I was helping this guy get back to his sick daughter. Yeah. Save the "but you did a great thing," sh*t. I want my paper.
For the amount of money I made, I would've preferred to have spent New Years balls deep in that pretty lil blonde I posted above. But, oh well. Shit happens.
ON THE FLIPSIDE:
I totally didn't want to do Uber yesterday because of the extreme resistance I was going through. It took AN IMMENSE amount of willpower to get out of bed, clean out my car, get all dressed up, get in a mood to even talk to passengers and get to Raleigh.
And if there's one good thing that came out of this, it's this: I realize how often I auto-disqualify myself when it comes to beautiful women. As if, subconsciously I don't think I'm good enough for them and I don't even try.
Last night, almost every woman that got in the car was showing extreme signs of attraction. Laughing and hanging off my every word, finding reasons to touch me, even giving me propositions to hang out with. There was this one black chick, Alanis, a straight 9/10 bombshell that I'm pretty sure I sniped, because I felt that attraction for her in my f*cking veins. I knew she was into me too, because she just stared at me as I talked, like she wanted to never stop hearing me speak.
Anyway, that's not someone that I would even approach on the street. I'd auto-disqualify myself for not being "good enough."
That's something I'm going to change in 2017. Anyway, I'm gonna go for a run, maybe hit the heavy bags for a few rounds because this resistance has me tore the hell up. I'm snapping at people for no reason, my comprehension of what people are saying is being skewed in the most negative ways possible. It's just not good and I want to start this year off right.
