For almost a century now, this board has tried to unravel the mystery of the Don Juan. What is he, what ought he to be? There is an image of this almost heroic person deep inside every man. So people have written long articles and short statements, giantic essays and descriptions of actions that are supposed to be “Don Juan”.
But what is he? What are we supposed to do to become a Don Juan?
Badminton
In school I used to be one of the top students in almost every subject. People regarded me with envy and my parents told me how lucky I was that I could remember vocabulary and scientific numbers so easily, how thankful I ought to be for my logical mind, how grateful that I was able to write long A-Grade essays easily.
Of course, there was a flip side of the coin. The few subjects I HATED. I hated music, I hated arts and sports wasn’t much better at all. I knew I wasn’t good at that stuff so I tried to avoid it. Sitting in class, day dreaming, trying to kill the time and still get at least a C.
One of those things that became a synonym for my lack of skill in all types of sports that included small balls was badminton. Since I can’t see with my right eye as good as with the left the doctor told me when I was young that I would have problems with small moving objects. And so I did. While playing badminton I just wasn’t able to hit the ball. It was not just frustrating for me but for my opponents too.
So I quit. Until last Monday.
I was playing soccer with some other guys I didn’t know before. After a while some guy who is really good at badminton suggested to play it. My first thought was to get the hell out of there so people wouldn’t see how I suck. But then I thought: You know what? Let’s try something. Let’s try to imagine I am very good in badminton.
So I did. The first half an hour I sucked. The second half I kinda sucked. The third half an hour I was a bad player. The fourth I was kinda bad. And after two hours I became intermediate.
We continued playing the two following evenings and with more experience I finally succeeded in giving the really good guy a hard time beating me.
The confident mind
It was the same with musics and arts some time ago which was why I had the idea to confidently try out again badminton in the first place. Now I play in a band, produce music on my computer and sometimes just sit in nature and draw stuff. I am by no means very good at that stuff but I am getting better and it has become a fun hobby.
An AFC enters this post in rage:
“Hey, why are you telling us about yourself doing sports and stuff? I want to know how to lay chicks!”
Certainly. But I am trying to make a point here. You see, I was always good at the things I knew I was good at. And I sucked because I believed in myself messing up. When I went to tournements I observed that always those people ended up injured that were most afraid of it in the first place.
Now think about this: It has been scientifically proved that if you are hurt and you focus your thoughts on that part of your body, it is going to speed up the healing process. It’s like you can direct your energys towards it.
But this doesn’t just work on your own body. Next time you walk into a mall, try starring at people who are facing away from you. After a while they usually turn arround. You can feel when someone is starring at you. It’s like a beam of energy originating from his eyes that just hits you.
Thinks like this have kept the child within me alive before I came here. I realised that science can’t explain everything, that there is more than meets the eye.
One reoccuring thought on this board has been that you have to aim high, that you can become everything if you really try. I call this theoretical potential. In theory you can become almost everything, achieve almost everything. But theory is often enough not practical, and that is why people fail. They lack a confident mind.
But what is he? What are we supposed to do to become a Don Juan?
Badminton
In school I used to be one of the top students in almost every subject. People regarded me with envy and my parents told me how lucky I was that I could remember vocabulary and scientific numbers so easily, how thankful I ought to be for my logical mind, how grateful that I was able to write long A-Grade essays easily.
Of course, there was a flip side of the coin. The few subjects I HATED. I hated music, I hated arts and sports wasn’t much better at all. I knew I wasn’t good at that stuff so I tried to avoid it. Sitting in class, day dreaming, trying to kill the time and still get at least a C.
One of those things that became a synonym for my lack of skill in all types of sports that included small balls was badminton. Since I can’t see with my right eye as good as with the left the doctor told me when I was young that I would have problems with small moving objects. And so I did. While playing badminton I just wasn’t able to hit the ball. It was not just frustrating for me but for my opponents too.
So I quit. Until last Monday.
I was playing soccer with some other guys I didn’t know before. After a while some guy who is really good at badminton suggested to play it. My first thought was to get the hell out of there so people wouldn’t see how I suck. But then I thought: You know what? Let’s try something. Let’s try to imagine I am very good in badminton.
So I did. The first half an hour I sucked. The second half I kinda sucked. The third half an hour I was a bad player. The fourth I was kinda bad. And after two hours I became intermediate.
We continued playing the two following evenings and with more experience I finally succeeded in giving the really good guy a hard time beating me.
The confident mind
It was the same with musics and arts some time ago which was why I had the idea to confidently try out again badminton in the first place. Now I play in a band, produce music on my computer and sometimes just sit in nature and draw stuff. I am by no means very good at that stuff but I am getting better and it has become a fun hobby.
An AFC enters this post in rage:
“Hey, why are you telling us about yourself doing sports and stuff? I want to know how to lay chicks!”
Certainly. But I am trying to make a point here. You see, I was always good at the things I knew I was good at. And I sucked because I believed in myself messing up. When I went to tournements I observed that always those people ended up injured that were most afraid of it in the first place.
Now think about this: It has been scientifically proved that if you are hurt and you focus your thoughts on that part of your body, it is going to speed up the healing process. It’s like you can direct your energys towards it.
But this doesn’t just work on your own body. Next time you walk into a mall, try starring at people who are facing away from you. After a while they usually turn arround. You can feel when someone is starring at you. It’s like a beam of energy originating from his eyes that just hits you.
Thinks like this have kept the child within me alive before I came here. I realised that science can’t explain everything, that there is more than meets the eye.
One reoccuring thought on this board has been that you have to aim high, that you can become everything if you really try. I call this theoretical potential. In theory you can become almost everything, achieve almost everything. But theory is often enough not practical, and that is why people fail. They lack a confident mind.
