Jules Verne
Don Juan
- Joined
- Jun 24, 2008
- Messages
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I cannot help but feel bitter sometimes.
I strive to become a better man everyday. I have a goal in life in terms of work. Financial independence is crucial. I make sure no muscle on my body is wasted. I work on being a master of social affairs. In short, I constantly work on any weakness I have.
The process is enlightening, but it comes with a harsh view of what is around me.
I see people going in and out of relationships. In my eyes, it is the hardest thing to do. I am still not certain of who I am as a person, and I do not wish to date a girl or get into a relationship when I am incomplete. I do not like to do things half-assed, and that includes commitment.
I see girls my age in college wasting away their youth with endless parties and hook-ups, bloating their stomachs with each sip of beer bong. I do not pay attention to them. In a way, it is a blessing in disguise because they are shooting themselves in the foot.
What worries me is the short-term justification for their self-destructive behavior. Soon enough youth will perish and their bodies will not be able to withstand so much toxic damage. With each can of beer, a pot belly grows big enough to carry Kuato. Nights and nights out in town eating take-out food deprives them of a healthy eating habit and a priceless knowledge of how to cook a proper meal. And their emotional approach to sex after endless debauchery of one night stands? The question answers itself.
I do my part in a future relationship, if I get into one at all, by preparing myself to be the best man I can be. And I know that I will lament what will have happened to these girls a decade later.
What makes me bitter is being in that transitional state. It is a pity that these girls exhaust the meaning of fun at the peak of their youth only to come back later and hope that I will accept their mistakes in the past.
It is a harrowing experience and leaves a bitter outlook to the future. We all know that a decent woman is very difficult to find in America, and being surrounded by moronic girls only strengthens the notion of a good woman as a mirage.
I do not believe that I should abandon everything and go on a ****ing spree, pumping and dumping every girl I can get my hands on. This is much deeper than getting laid, and no amount of ***** can solve this problem. I have a feeling that both men and women cannot have their cake and eat it. If you choose a lifestyle of ****ing as many women as possible, you are no different than the women you ****—sluts. I cannot justify leading on a girl I am barely interested in as a person just for a quick lay when I have no intention of developing a genuine relationship with her. Pitted against my biological urge, the dilemma is quite a torture to my mind, I must say.
I go about my days in this society with that thought tucked into my skull.
Sometimes, it feels very cold. Today is one of those days.
I strive to become a better man everyday. I have a goal in life in terms of work. Financial independence is crucial. I make sure no muscle on my body is wasted. I work on being a master of social affairs. In short, I constantly work on any weakness I have.
The process is enlightening, but it comes with a harsh view of what is around me.
I see people going in and out of relationships. In my eyes, it is the hardest thing to do. I am still not certain of who I am as a person, and I do not wish to date a girl or get into a relationship when I am incomplete. I do not like to do things half-assed, and that includes commitment.
I see girls my age in college wasting away their youth with endless parties and hook-ups, bloating their stomachs with each sip of beer bong. I do not pay attention to them. In a way, it is a blessing in disguise because they are shooting themselves in the foot.
What worries me is the short-term justification for their self-destructive behavior. Soon enough youth will perish and their bodies will not be able to withstand so much toxic damage. With each can of beer, a pot belly grows big enough to carry Kuato. Nights and nights out in town eating take-out food deprives them of a healthy eating habit and a priceless knowledge of how to cook a proper meal. And their emotional approach to sex after endless debauchery of one night stands? The question answers itself.
I do my part in a future relationship, if I get into one at all, by preparing myself to be the best man I can be. And I know that I will lament what will have happened to these girls a decade later.
What makes me bitter is being in that transitional state. It is a pity that these girls exhaust the meaning of fun at the peak of their youth only to come back later and hope that I will accept their mistakes in the past.
It is a harrowing experience and leaves a bitter outlook to the future. We all know that a decent woman is very difficult to find in America, and being surrounded by moronic girls only strengthens the notion of a good woman as a mirage.
I do not believe that I should abandon everything and go on a ****ing spree, pumping and dumping every girl I can get my hands on. This is much deeper than getting laid, and no amount of ***** can solve this problem. I have a feeling that both men and women cannot have their cake and eat it. If you choose a lifestyle of ****ing as many women as possible, you are no different than the women you ****—sluts. I cannot justify leading on a girl I am barely interested in as a person just for a quick lay when I have no intention of developing a genuine relationship with her. Pitted against my biological urge, the dilemma is quite a torture to my mind, I must say.
I go about my days in this society with that thought tucked into my skull.
Sometimes, it feels very cold. Today is one of those days.