I see other guys around who obviously still live in a AFC lifestyle, and I know I've exceeded them. But I've never been DJ-calibre. This is the first time in my life that I've tried to compete at DJ level. Going for the hotter girl, talking the talk, playing the dating game, dressing at my peak, working out... I'm living it, not just fogging up the glass in awe.
But there's always those DJ's out there who are a lot farther along, who've been natural DJs since grade school. One might dress more adventurously, one may have the nicer ride, one might have bigger muscles... Despite trying to rationalize things, telling myself "there's nothing this guy is that I can't be," I still find myself intimidated!
"Why does he have the girl?" "What does he have that I don't?" "What is he doing that I'm not?" "Does he look down on me?" This are the kinds of AFC thoughts that I'm reduced to in their presence. Nothing breaks down my confidence quicker seeing a girl getting hot over another man's game, and it never fails to remind me just how far I am from having authentic confidence.
Back when I put girls on pedestals, I would project my OWN expectations of "what is she thinking?" on them. I've overcome that, but I still do it for guys, I guess.
Resentment? Fear? I dunno. Any ideas?
But there's always those DJ's out there who are a lot farther along, who've been natural DJs since grade school. One might dress more adventurously, one may have the nicer ride, one might have bigger muscles... Despite trying to rationalize things, telling myself "there's nothing this guy is that I can't be," I still find myself intimidated!
"Why does he have the girl?" "What does he have that I don't?" "What is he doing that I'm not?" "Does he look down on me?" This are the kinds of AFC thoughts that I'm reduced to in their presence. Nothing breaks down my confidence quicker seeing a girl getting hot over another man's game, and it never fails to remind me just how far I am from having authentic confidence.
Back when I put girls on pedestals, I would project my OWN expectations of "what is she thinking?" on them. I've overcome that, but I still do it for guys, I guess.
Resentment? Fear? I dunno. Any ideas?