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.
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.
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
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 asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
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.
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.
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?