squirrels
Master Don Juan
- Joined
- Apr 15, 2003
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- Age
- 46
When I first started into this whole "learning to get with women" thing, I didn't care too much about "deserving" it. I figured it wasn't very important...if I knew the game, I'd get the ladies.
However, as time went on in any relationship I was in, I can trace every single failure back to the feeling that I wasn't "good" enough to be with a woman like this. Sure...I could pretend to be that great guy and fool them easily enough, but in the end, I was just the same mediocre guy living a mediocre life, and I always felt like I was "putting one over" on these ladies. Almost as if they were stupid for falling for a guy as uninteresting as myself.
Lately, I've just felt really awful about doing that. And that's one of the main reasons I feel unable to approach and engage women...I don't feel like I'm worthy of them. Again, sure, I could be like every other dude out there and peacock up my mediocre self and maybe get some nookie for a date or two, but I feel like such a poseur trying to pretend I'm not a loser.
Yet something bugs me about the whole thing. During those times when I WAS "playing" these girls, I almost had MYSELF believing sometimes that I WAS that "good guy" that I felt deserved women like these. I WAS someone different.
I dunno, it's hard to describe. But it seems like there's way too much of a disconnect between the person I AM, currently...my residual self-image...and the person I NEED to be to attract women. I can go ahead and BE that person, but I feel like I'm pretending when I AM that person.
In other words, the REAL me isn't cool enough for women. Mediocre income, mediocre living conditions, mediocre lifestyle, mediocre imagination. Once these women date me for a while, they start to realize that I'm NOT this awesome character I pretend to be...and they fade away. And I guess somewhere along the line, I just got tired of it. I got tired of having to eventually disappoint everyone I initially inspired.
But then...who IS this "fake me"? If it's not a part of me, an extension of my true persona, then where did it COME from? Is it not also a creation of my consciousness? I mean, it's still ME, in its own way. I just never "identified" with that character. I never made it part of my "ego", part of my default state...because it seemed too out-of-line with my current conditions. My EXTERNAL world didn't mesh with this new persona well enough for me to identify with it, for it to BECOME me. This cool guy who all the ladies love...he wouldn't be living in a d!ck townhouse in the suburbs of a trash city like Baltimore. He wouldn't be working some bull**** cube-monkey job. He wouldn't have so few close friends.
In essence, what I OBSERVED around me made it impossible for me to BE the cool guy.
But then, this raises yet another question...if I COULD, somehow, identify with the "cool guy", with the character I created to "fool" these women, could I "fool" myself? Could I, in effect, "fool" the world around me? Could I make it start reflecting back an existence that didn't come from objective "reality", but instead was a projection of my mind? In essence, if my mind was strong enough to OVERLAY its own sensory input, it's own "empirical", "objective" evidence with my own way of thinking, could it, in fact, alter existence ITSELF? Could I BECOME that person?? Could the boring, lonely, nerdy, middle-class cube-monkey suburbanite become a sort of "Tyler Durden" just by sheer virtue of thought?
The idea is hard to grasp by someone who's spent his life worshipping empirical, objective reality. If it can't be confirmed, he says, it's more than likely a delusion. Thus, since he can't confirm his "cool guy" attitude with the evidence in the world around him, he, and the ladies he supposedly has "seduced", were all misled and delusional. He mocks them and himself for being stupid enough to believe that there was something more to this person than meets the eye.
Are you still with me?
I guess the question is how much creative say we are "allowed" to have into who we are. Is it sane for me to "decide" to be someone else? Am I a visionary, or a mental-patient? How much of "objective" reality can I reject before I've crossed the line from imagination to delusion?
Even now, am I really on the cusp of a great discovery, or am I just babbling? Have I lost my mind?
Maybe the question is how much of the so-called "frame" I'm allowed to take under my own control before I lose touch with reality. Maybe that's why I NEED the constant input from other people, need the ladies to verify constantly that I AM being who I should be, and that lack of frame control is what causes the "charade" to collapse. Or to become a "charade" in the first place, when it could have become a reality. Where a house of cards, by sheer imagination, becomes a place where someone can securely dwell and not only dwell, but THRIVE.
How many of you have actually considered this? From what do you DEFINE yourself? And how much control do you have over it, or do you dare TAKE over it, before you start to wonder if you've gone mad?
What, in your mind, makes you DESERVE the woman or women you're with? And what do you think it is that keeps them coming back, when there are so many other choices in this world?
What is it that makes you a "Don Juan"?
However, as time went on in any relationship I was in, I can trace every single failure back to the feeling that I wasn't "good" enough to be with a woman like this. Sure...I could pretend to be that great guy and fool them easily enough, but in the end, I was just the same mediocre guy living a mediocre life, and I always felt like I was "putting one over" on these ladies. Almost as if they were stupid for falling for a guy as uninteresting as myself.
Lately, I've just felt really awful about doing that. And that's one of the main reasons I feel unable to approach and engage women...I don't feel like I'm worthy of them. Again, sure, I could be like every other dude out there and peacock up my mediocre self and maybe get some nookie for a date or two, but I feel like such a poseur trying to pretend I'm not a loser.
Yet something bugs me about the whole thing. During those times when I WAS "playing" these girls, I almost had MYSELF believing sometimes that I WAS that "good guy" that I felt deserved women like these. I WAS someone different.
I dunno, it's hard to describe. But it seems like there's way too much of a disconnect between the person I AM, currently...my residual self-image...and the person I NEED to be to attract women. I can go ahead and BE that person, but I feel like I'm pretending when I AM that person.
In other words, the REAL me isn't cool enough for women. Mediocre income, mediocre living conditions, mediocre lifestyle, mediocre imagination. Once these women date me for a while, they start to realize that I'm NOT this awesome character I pretend to be...and they fade away. And I guess somewhere along the line, I just got tired of it. I got tired of having to eventually disappoint everyone I initially inspired.
But then...who IS this "fake me"? If it's not a part of me, an extension of my true persona, then where did it COME from? Is it not also a creation of my consciousness? I mean, it's still ME, in its own way. I just never "identified" with that character. I never made it part of my "ego", part of my default state...because it seemed too out-of-line with my current conditions. My EXTERNAL world didn't mesh with this new persona well enough for me to identify with it, for it to BECOME me. This cool guy who all the ladies love...he wouldn't be living in a d!ck townhouse in the suburbs of a trash city like Baltimore. He wouldn't be working some bull**** cube-monkey job. He wouldn't have so few close friends.
In essence, what I OBSERVED around me made it impossible for me to BE the cool guy.
But then, this raises yet another question...if I COULD, somehow, identify with the "cool guy", with the character I created to "fool" these women, could I "fool" myself? Could I, in effect, "fool" the world around me? Could I make it start reflecting back an existence that didn't come from objective "reality", but instead was a projection of my mind? In essence, if my mind was strong enough to OVERLAY its own sensory input, it's own "empirical", "objective" evidence with my own way of thinking, could it, in fact, alter existence ITSELF? Could I BECOME that person?? Could the boring, lonely, nerdy, middle-class cube-monkey suburbanite become a sort of "Tyler Durden" just by sheer virtue of thought?
The idea is hard to grasp by someone who's spent his life worshipping empirical, objective reality. If it can't be confirmed, he says, it's more than likely a delusion. Thus, since he can't confirm his "cool guy" attitude with the evidence in the world around him, he, and the ladies he supposedly has "seduced", were all misled and delusional. He mocks them and himself for being stupid enough to believe that there was something more to this person than meets the eye.
Are you still with me?
I guess the question is how much creative say we are "allowed" to have into who we are. Is it sane for me to "decide" to be someone else? Am I a visionary, or a mental-patient? How much of "objective" reality can I reject before I've crossed the line from imagination to delusion?
Even now, am I really on the cusp of a great discovery, or am I just babbling? Have I lost my mind?
Maybe the question is how much of the so-called "frame" I'm allowed to take under my own control before I lose touch with reality. Maybe that's why I NEED the constant input from other people, need the ladies to verify constantly that I AM being who I should be, and that lack of frame control is what causes the "charade" to collapse. Or to become a "charade" in the first place, when it could have become a reality. Where a house of cards, by sheer imagination, becomes a place where someone can securely dwell and not only dwell, but THRIVE.
How many of you have actually considered this? From what do you DEFINE yourself? And how much control do you have over it, or do you dare TAKE over it, before you start to wonder if you've gone mad?
What, in your mind, makes you DESERVE the woman or women you're with? And what do you think it is that keeps them coming back, when there are so many other choices in this world?
What is it that makes you a "Don Juan"?

