"She's Out of Your League"

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.

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VikingKing

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So I just found out that one of my closest friends overdosed on herion last night. He is braindead, they are keeping him alive until his father gets there.

Its fvcked up. Me and this dude were best friends in highschool. Drank together, fought each other twice (once for fun, once out of anger). Now he is dead, just like that.

Right now, I don't feel anything about it. Is that weird?
 

"So, What Do You Do for Fun?"

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.

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Mr Wright

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I lost someone close to me today too. I don't feel anything yet either, it hasn't set in. Don't feel like you have to react in any sort of way, just do what feels natural to you.
 

TheMonkeyKing

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My good workmate lost his good friend last week - the drop down dead, leave a wife and two young kids, at the age of 40, totally clean-living kind of scenario. Talking to my mate a few days after, we decided that the only certainty we can fathom is that, when it's time, it's time. Full stop.

As an aside, I had a diagnosis of potential left ventricular hypertrophy on Friday. Such is life, indeed. We get on and carry on. And enjoy.

It's not until we stare mortality square in the face that we fully appreciate the precious gift lying in the palms of our hands, every single time we wake up. Get on with it fellas. Just get on with it. Never let a single thing stand in your way.
 
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