You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.
That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.
Visit a PT. End of thread
What do you mean?
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
How did he metaphorically spit in your face?
Because he is a 27 year old bum who just got out of jail, who out of sympathy, I rented my spare room to him for a few months. He knows I work shift work, and I'm an insomniac, and the biggest thing for me, with him living with me, is my sleep. He doesn't work, is up all night and sleeps all day with his girlfriend. Because he is up all night, he wakes me up constantly, and I am going insane. I have just given him two weeks notice. He agreed that he would be quiet, etc. When I needed to sleep before work, it was good for a week or two, then it all went to hell. Then he has the nerve to gaslight me, and try and claim victimhood.
It really depends on the scan and what it showed. If it's just a simple dislocation, you can wear a shoulder brace and that would help with the dislocation. You should also consider going to a chiropractor and/or seek physical therapy first prior to any surgery. It will be sore, and that can be treated with alternating with heat and cold. If you have a tub, you can also soak in the tub and that will help with the pain as well as the soreness.
People should be deserving of your warmth amd kindness.
Well...you just need to use better judgement on who to help.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
It definitely can continue to happen...my Dad has had shoulder issues from playing soccer and dislocating it multiple times growing up.
Thanks for this. I needed to read this advice.