Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
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.
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.
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
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.
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
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?