SamTheHobit
Master Don Juan
Just wondering what the long term effects of not having friends and family that you can truly talk to.
Insanity?
Chronic deppresion?
Lonliness?
Insanity?
Chronic deppresion?
Lonliness?
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.
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.
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.
Huh, the Columbine shooters had friends. Go do some research.Strelok said:Columbine,Sodino and most of the shooters you hear on tv.
I don't think it's directly the lack of friends or family but more the conseguences of it,friends to a guy in many case are like holes in a pressure cooker that allow to release pressure.
These sound awesome. Where did you get them?Rogue said:Law 10: Infection: Avoid the Unhappy and Unlucky
You can die from someone else’s misery – emotional states are as infectious as disease. You may feel you are helping the drowning man but you are only precipitating your own disaster. The unfortunate sometimes draw misfortune on themselves; they will also draw it on you. Associate with the happy and fortunate instead.
Law 18: Do Not Build Fortresses to Protect Yourself – Isolation is Dangerous
The world is dangerous and enemies are everywhere – everyone has to protect themselves. A fortress seems the safest. But isolation exposes you to more dangers than it protects you from – it cuts you off from valuable information, it makes you conspicuous and an easy target. Better to circulate among people find allies, mingle. You are shielded from your enemies by the crowd.
http://www.amazon.com/48-Laws-Power-Robert-Greene/dp/0140280197PuertoRicanGuitars said:These sound awesome. Where did you get them?
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.
Those school shooters and such are just exceptions.Strelok said:Columbine,Sodino and most of the shooters you hear on tv.
I don't think it's directly the lack of friends or family but more the conseguences of it,friends to a guy in many case are like holes in a pressure cooker that allow to release pressure.
Sometimes you think your the only with a ****ty childhood.The Pedantical said:Those school shooters and such are just exceptions.
I grew up without friends and I was sexually abused by my mom. There was no contact ever with any of the family outside my parents and my parents were both socially isolated with no friends. By the time I started going to school I was bullied and beaten up daily and ended up being homeschooled. I'm now 27 and have at most had some acquaintances, no close friends and no date.
Doesn't make me a violent person at all. I'm still trying to better my life. It just makes me shy as ****.
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.
Sucks to hear than man! I wasn't abused sexually, but I had all kinds of disorders as a child. From obsessive compulsive disorder, to social anxiety disorder, to post traumtic stress disorder... but for some reason I had friends, probably because I was a crazy rich kid. I also used to be very shy as a kid, probably had to do with my father beating me.The Pedantical said:Those school shooters and such are just exceptions.
I grew up without friends and I was sexually abused by my mom. There was no contact ever with any of the family outside my parents and my parents were both socially isolated with no friends. By the time I started going to school I was bullied and beaten up daily and ended up being homeschooled. I'm now 27 and have at most had some acquaintances, no close friends and no date.
Doesn't make me a violent person at all. I'm still trying to better my life. It just makes me shy as ****.
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.