Desert Fox
Master Don Juan
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Very good discussion.
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.
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.
It wouldn't matter which sperm made it the egg, he'd have been born one way or the other when there's millions of them to choose from. If it had been another sperm, he might look different, and that's it. You're making it sound like only 1 sperm in the million is fertile.ElChoclo said:Look ChrisZ, the flying leprechaun has his plans for you. It was his (I know he is male) intention that you should exist like a microbe in this world. It was his intention that you be consigned to spend your time on earth typing "philosophical" questions into the internet vortex.
It would be better for you if you could just accept this, just as an amoeba has to accept its position in the universe. The lottery winner never spends time asking why me, only the person run over by the truck. It is because we are careless on roads that we are run over and because we buy tickets that we win lotteries.
Here, if you want some meaning, consider this. Out of the million sperm which your daddy blew into your mummy, the flying leprechaun chose you to be conceived. It met up with 23 chromosomes in your mummy's egg. Just try and work out all the possible permutations there are for that combination. The odds against you being you are so great that it could only have happened through the will of the flying leprechaun.
Pay homage to him each Friday, by wearing a green tie.
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.
Well put.Blahhh said:Weather or not there is a purpose in our life, all I know is, I am already here living. Might as well live as fun & fulfilling as I can.
VERY well put.Blahhh said:You could only say life is pointless if you knew everything. You don't know everything, so you can't say if there is a point to life or not.
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.