lack of "game" prevented me from "getting with" college slags
So you're disappointed that you failed to act like a degenerate stereotype and have meaningless casual sex?
You don't need game you need discipline and self respect. Having a high partner count may be less damaging to men because we're more resilient, but it is still bad for you.
Plus also studied philosophy when I was younger and as anyone who's studied it will tell you, you begin to question your existence, the finality of life, the plausibility of reality etc
It's a unique experience 1 or 2 times, after the millionth time it's fucking annoying so gotta keep moving or those questions pop up like clippy used to!
My old man used to tell me "just lean forward, let your body catch you." Probably the only piece of legally useful advice I got out of the guy.
But that's what I get up with. I don't need a reason, I don't need motivation, those are all fleeting. I just lean forward and trust my body to get me through what I need to do, and let the sleep fall off me as it goes.
That's another part I had originally written there but decided against it.
I come from a very low starting point with almost a comical list of obstacles thrown in my way. So that by simply achieving a simple middle class living with my own house and family, I've come further than most people ever will relatively even if their end points are wildly higher up the chain than me. I had a lot of potential in my youth, as the laundry list of paperwork calling me a genius in elementary school can attest, but life's burdens and traumas tore that down to a much lower level and I'm not much above most now on the far end of that.
I shouldn't have succeeded, and considering my politics and personal beliefs most people desperately don't want me to have, but I did anyway and I take a modicum of petty joy in knowing that in my moments of weakness each step I take is in spite of them.
Because, as I think I alluded to in your last anger post, I keep my rage and hate around just for those moments of needing more to keep standing and moving, rather than attempting to disperse it.
My beautiful wife and my sweet and intelligent kids, my faith in Christ Jesus, my career (I love what I do), and all my tinkering with electronics/computers. I will not be blackpilled. I work to be an example to those around me.
Unlike my wife and foster kids, I am male and German. So, I wake them all up, make sure they get to work or school and then wake up. My stuff doesn't happen till the afternoon and sometimes even into the early morning, but responsibilities demand I wake up.
When that doesn't happen, it's the goals I set for the day. I read and write a bit before getting out of bed. Then I watch an episode of Taskmaster or the like while eating breakfast. Then it's hobby work till time for real work.
My sheer unyielding rage for those who are destroying my country.
The alarm on my phone going off for the last 30 minutes.
Most importantly, my dream of one day owning a 1987 Ferrari Testarossa in white. I need that dream to make it through every day, and with the way the world is going right now that dream is slipping further and further away.
Also the mango habanero wings that are trying their hardest to break through my sphincter.
Having to pee.
The older I get, the more true this is. Several times a night
I was about to write, "my bladder"
And sometimes, the dog stepping on said bladder.
My cats demand I sleep longer.
My cat stands on me and stares once the clock chimes "breakfast-o-clock"
So you're disappointed that you failed to act like a degenerate stereotype and have meaningless casual sex?
You don't need game you need discipline and self respect. Having a high partner count may be less damaging to men because we're more resilient, but it is still bad for you.
An alarm clock.
Sheer stubborn will and refusal to die.
The blood flowing through my vains...
Plus also studied philosophy when I was younger and as anyone who's studied it will tell you, you begin to question your existence, the finality of life, the plausibility of reality etc
It's a unique experience 1 or 2 times, after the millionth time it's fucking annoying so gotta keep moving or those questions pop up like clippy used to!
The question of whether everything is real or not ceases to matter when you have responsibilities.
"Do you think this is all real?"
"Bitch I'm wondering if my 40k worth of gym equipment gets delivered on time."
My old man used to tell me "just lean forward, let your body catch you." Probably the only piece of legally useful advice I got out of the guy.
But that's what I get up with. I don't need a reason, I don't need motivation, those are all fleeting. I just lean forward and trust my body to get me through what I need to do, and let the sleep fall off me as it goes.
That's another part I had originally written there but decided against it.
I come from a very low starting point with almost a comical list of obstacles thrown in my way. So that by simply achieving a simple middle class living with my own house and family, I've come further than most people ever will relatively even if their end points are wildly higher up the chain than me. I had a lot of potential in my youth, as the laundry list of paperwork calling me a genius in elementary school can attest, but life's burdens and traumas tore that down to a much lower level and I'm not much above most now on the far end of that.
I shouldn't have succeeded, and considering my politics and personal beliefs most people desperately don't want me to have, but I did anyway and I take a modicum of petty joy in knowing that in my moments of weakness each step I take is in spite of them.
Because, as I think I alluded to in your last anger post, I keep my rage and hate around just for those moments of needing more to keep standing and moving, rather than attempting to disperse it.
My beautiful wife and my sweet and intelligent kids, my faith in Christ Jesus, my career (I love what I do), and all my tinkering with electronics/computers. I will not be blackpilled. I work to be an example to those around me.
Unlike my wife and foster kids, I am male and German. So, I wake them all up, make sure they get to work or school and then wake up. My stuff doesn't happen till the afternoon and sometimes even into the early morning, but responsibilities demand I wake up.
When that doesn't happen, it's the goals I set for the day. I read and write a bit before getting out of bed. Then I watch an episode of Taskmaster or the like while eating breakfast. Then it's hobby work till time for real work.
My son, followed by making breakfast for my kids and wife. I'm well and truly invested in the future.
My sheer unyielding rage for those who are destroying my country.
The alarm on my phone going off for the last 30 minutes.
Most importantly, my dream of one day owning a 1987 Ferrari Testarossa in white. I need that dream to make it through every day, and with the way the world is going right now that dream is slipping further and further away.
Also the mango habanero wings that are trying their hardest to break through my sphincter.
an urge to be more anti-semitic and racist than yesterday