01-05-2015, 06:46 AM
PITIFUL!
Stage 3 - Day 2
The thought of stopping this sub or changing the sub is arising. ANNOYING!
This is my first semester. People know me, greet me, talk to me, and a bunch of 'em. I forgot their names, faces, background story, what course do they take. Literally almost everything! Majority of it. LOL. And I just like "who the fuck are you?" They ALL laugh! LOL. Its quite funny that in the previous semester I hang out with so many people and building rapport here and there. Connecting with people ain't so hard. Well I can blame my inborn traits
BUT F*ck! How I just wander alone in my university today thinking deep thoughts. I'm a bit selective, no, WAY MORE SELECTIVE in spending my time!
Here's my 2 cent!
MEN ARE F*CKED! HOPELESS! PITIFUL! SHIT! FUCKIN DISGUSTING! Even ME!
We are all want to get "it" and whatever the f*ck "it" is we try ANYSHIT available WITHOUT EFFORT. YES! We try and apply SH*T without effort. Even ME!
Didn't get my point? Think deep dude! THINK FUCKIN DEEP! Take a sample of dating. We search around from guru to guru. Bashing one guru to follow another guru. Hoping to find a FUCKIN magic pill! "What is the pick-up line?" "What is the mindset?" "What is the new concept?" to the point we are like a zombie searching for brain AKA the magic pill.
I've lurked around the net. Hoping to find a magic pill too, and dumbfounded by a TONS of worthless crap available. Too many methods, too many promise. Sigils, Energy work, hypnosis, DVDs, and subliminals.
*Taking a deep breath*
Men. Are we really that desperate? Yes, even for me I am desperate. Desperate for sex only. While other guys desperate for love, affection, acceptance, etc. TOO MANY. Our desperation becomes a HUGE downward in life. WANTING > SEARCHING FOR MAGIC PILL > MOSTLY DIDN'T WANT TO DO THE EFFORT > NO PATIENCE > JUMPING AROUND = INCREASED DESPERATION.
I am desperate. Admit it. At some point in your life you hit this stage. Desperate or frustration call it whatever ya' want. The thing still downgrade our life.
Take this account to Shannon's subliminal. Here. We gather. Using the-nearlike-holy-grail for men improvement makes us feel high (bunch of threads saying "chosen one" shit), feel shit (envied others results), feel not enough (idiotically trying to outsmart the instruction to get more power), feel the-so-called-FUCKIN-resistance (using clearing method and yada-yadayada), etc.
C'mon men! Take of that desperation! I am writing this and still felt desperate. I am, still, "this". I can easily visualize tons of shit such as get laid, fuckin my 10 chicks, anything, anything!
But boy this is. Fuck. I can't point out my feeling.
I am reading a book, again, Grow a Pair written by Larry Winget. Its a great book. This morning I check BlackDragon's blog and read
Everything In Your Life Is Your Fault.
Self-responsibility. TOUGH WORD.
The true-true is my being is sharply address to being a lone wolf. A side of me hurts, deep, cause of my extroverted social base personality while the other felt good to spent time with people that are worth it. Huge struggle then come this realization and desperation.
Two books I waste my time with The Magic of Getting What You Want written by good ol' David J. Schwartz and Grow a Pair by the names I've repeated over and over again that is Larry Winget.
Time to off. Drop the net. Get a sleep.
PS: This shit works like fuck!
Mine
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Stage 3 - Day 2
The thought of stopping this sub or changing the sub is arising. ANNOYING!
This is my first semester. People know me, greet me, talk to me, and a bunch of 'em. I forgot their names, faces, background story, what course do they take. Literally almost everything! Majority of it. LOL. And I just like "who the fuck are you?" They ALL laugh! LOL. Its quite funny that in the previous semester I hang out with so many people and building rapport here and there. Connecting with people ain't so hard. Well I can blame my inborn traits
BUT F*ck! How I just wander alone in my university today thinking deep thoughts. I'm a bit selective, no, WAY MORE SELECTIVE in spending my time!
Here's my 2 cent!
MEN ARE F*CKED! HOPELESS! PITIFUL! SHIT! FUCKIN DISGUSTING! Even ME!
We are all want to get "it" and whatever the f*ck "it" is we try ANYSHIT available WITHOUT EFFORT. YES! We try and apply SH*T without effort. Even ME!
Didn't get my point? Think deep dude! THINK FUCKIN DEEP! Take a sample of dating. We search around from guru to guru. Bashing one guru to follow another guru. Hoping to find a FUCKIN magic pill! "What is the pick-up line?" "What is the mindset?" "What is the new concept?" to the point we are like a zombie searching for brain AKA the magic pill.
I've lurked around the net. Hoping to find a magic pill too, and dumbfounded by a TONS of worthless crap available. Too many methods, too many promise. Sigils, Energy work, hypnosis, DVDs, and subliminals.
*Taking a deep breath*
Men. Are we really that desperate? Yes, even for me I am desperate. Desperate for sex only. While other guys desperate for love, affection, acceptance, etc. TOO MANY. Our desperation becomes a HUGE downward in life. WANTING > SEARCHING FOR MAGIC PILL > MOSTLY DIDN'T WANT TO DO THE EFFORT > NO PATIENCE > JUMPING AROUND = INCREASED DESPERATION.
I am desperate. Admit it. At some point in your life you hit this stage. Desperate or frustration call it whatever ya' want. The thing still downgrade our life.
Take this account to Shannon's subliminal. Here. We gather. Using the-nearlike-holy-grail for men improvement makes us feel high (bunch of threads saying "chosen one" shit), feel shit (envied others results), feel not enough (idiotically trying to outsmart the instruction to get more power), feel the-so-called-FUCKIN-resistance (using clearing method and yada-yadayada), etc.
C'mon men! Take of that desperation! I am writing this and still felt desperate. I am, still, "this". I can easily visualize tons of shit such as get laid, fuckin my 10 chicks, anything, anything!
But boy this is. Fuck. I can't point out my feeling.
I am reading a book, again, Grow a Pair written by Larry Winget. Its a great book. This morning I check BlackDragon's blog and read
Everything In Your Life Is Your Fault.
Self-responsibility. TOUGH WORD.
The true-true is my being is sharply address to being a lone wolf. A side of me hurts, deep, cause of my extroverted social base personality while the other felt good to spent time with people that are worth it. Huge struggle then come this realization and desperation.
Two books I waste my time with
The Magic of Getting What You Want written by good ol' David J. Schwartz and Grow a Pair by the names I've repeated over and over again that is Larry Winget.Time to off. Drop the net. Get a sleep.
PS: This shit works like fuck!
- Write a definition of yourself. What you want, and POUR DEEP THOUGHT about it.
- Write it in the most FORMAL way untill people can say "Fuck this a great quote. Who made this?"
- Write the result in step 2 into a paper
- Laminate of put it in a plastic and stuck it into yer' wallet
- Read the damn thing everyday consciously or unconsciouly
Mine
