The man @jimjam is clean and sober around five years I believe......jee thats pathetic..
He's also shared his story of successfully pulling himself out of the addiction pit here with the
intention of helping other men. That ain't pathetic.
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.
The man @jimjam is clean and sober around five years I believe......jee thats pathetic..
That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.
DMT - the clear scientific explanation of "near death experiences". After reading 7 books on the topic, which provided absolutely zero evidence of an afterlife that wasn't purely anectodal, I was appalled that scientists making the claim of "heaven" didn't address the elephant in the room...DMTMy buddy has some DMT and I'm gonna try. I want to experience death without, you know, DYING. And since DMT is the chemical that is released, I'm so excited. I've heard it is the most amazing and scary thing
It#d be nice to see big boobs flashing before my eyes before I die.The 'life flashing before your eyes' when you die has been attributed to the brain having about ten minutes worth of oxygen left before it dies. During that time, it plays you a nice montage film of your life, a little entertainment for you on your way out.
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.