You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
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.
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.
It's not that we can't grasp it, it's that there's no way of knowing.We lived life to some capacity before birth as sperm right or not? Could that be a clue to what happens when our time is up here? Maybe we progress on to the next advanced stage - another journey as you will. It's mind boggling - perhaps its something we are incapable of grasping.
I had a close call with death not long ago and was in ICU for 10 days. Death was on the line and it was a trying experience, but not once did I concern myself with religion or a god. I have absolutely no connection to religion. Hypothetically speaking, if a fairytale god or whatever did exist I see no reason why I would be chastised for my lack of "faith" in said god. And if I was to be punished? Then that god would have been undeserving of my worship.I guarantee if most of you found out you were going to die in the near future whether it would be from an illness or anything else, you'd all be looking for God.
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
Eloquently said. Made me think of this quote:I had a close call with death not long ago and was in ICU for 10 days. Death was on the line and it was a trying experience, but not once did I concern myself with religion or a god. I have absolutely no connection to religion. Hypothetically speaking, if a fairytale god or whatever did exist I see no reason why I would be chastised for my lack of "faith" in said god. And if I was to be punished? Then that god would have been undeserving of my worship.
When I die, I fully expect nothing. No magic, no reunion with loved ones, no alternate universe. Nothing. It'll be like like when you're asleep but not dreaming, and you don't realize you're asleep. You have just no thoughts or awareness. You're temporarily gone, but in the case of death it'll be forever.
Billions of years will pass after I die, and it'll be like I'm just taking a never ending nap with no thoughts or awareness. RIP.
http://www.cbsnews.com/news/christopher-hitchens-widow-on-his-death-god-never-came-up/And it's true, there are no atheists in foxholes.
I really don't remember who said it, maybe Seneca. But I don't really know. Anyways, one of the stoics said that you should live each day like you would life your whole life. This means doing your obligations (wether job or family obligations) in the morning-youth, enjoying life, studying philosophy and talking with your friends in the afternoon-maturity, and thinking about how well you lived your day-life in the night-deathbed. Of course, in the daily cycle you have the opportunity to do things better the next day, so thinking about your day at night is very useful.Eloquently said. Made me think of this quote:
"Each day is a little life: every waking and rising a little birth, every fresh morning a little youth, every going to rest and sleep a little death."
CuddleJunkie would be proud of that one.
The fact of the matter is the evidence is not compelling and extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence. It’s good to be open-minded but not so open that your brain falls out.Perhaps I should believe in a hereafter, in a consciousness that zips through the air like a Simpsons rerun, simply because it’s more appealing—more fun and more hopeful—than not believing. The debunkers are probably right, but they’re no fun to visit a graveyard with. What the hell. I believe in ghosts.
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
So you didn't panic or were scared and started praying or looking for a God? Heck I start doing this when I turbulence on a plane lolI had a close call with death not long ago and was in ICU for 10 days. Death was on the line and it was a trying experience, but not once did I concern myself with religion or a god. I have absolutely no connection to religion. Hypothetically speaking, if a fairytale god or whatever did exist I see no reason why I would be chastised for my lack of "faith" in said god. And if I was to be punished? Then that god would have been undeserving of my worship.
When I die, I fully expect nothing. No magic, no reunion with loved ones, no alternate universe. Nothing. It'll be like like when you're asleep but not dreaming, and you don't realize you're asleep. You have just no thoughts or awareness. You're temporarily gone, but in the case of death it'll be forever.
Billions of years will pass after I die, and it'll be like I'm just taking a never ending nap with no thoughts or awareness. RIP.
Panic and anxiety, yes. Looking for god, no. The whole concept of getting out of "going to hell" by "accepting god" at the last moment is funny to me on many, many levels. I'm also fairly adamant nothing happens when we die, but if I'm wrong... sounds neat. When I get an impending death moment like plane turbulence my thoughts are more or less, "F*ck hope I don't die this way"So you didn't panic or were scared and started praying or looking for a God? Heck I start doing this when I turbulence on a plane lol
But seriously what thoughts were going through your head as you came near death? Were not afraid at all?