Emotionalmosquito

Only in their Wildest Dreams. Anything you can imagine can be done through mastery of lucid dreaming or death. And remember dreams usually feel just as real (and even more when lucid) than waking life. Let that sink in. Also, in that very song she says “He’s so tall and handsome as hell. He’s so bad but he does it so well.” That’s straight outta the horse’s mouth. The being bad and doing it well part is within our ability to control, but not so much the being tall and handsome, which is clearly a huge factor in attracting women. Take it as further confirmation of this theory of 80% of women going for the top 20% of guys who’re tall and good looking AND bad. In one of her newer songs she said “I broke his heart cause he was nice.” So that’s interesting

Disagree. I’m in the worst health of my life and my ducks are scattered out all over the pasture. Yet at the same time I am hornier than I’ve ever been. In the rare times when my drive starts going down, all I have to do is one single set of ten squats, not even a full workout, and my unit will be so hard the next morning I have to do a handstand just to take a piss

tell me the weirdest things you’ve ever done or ever seen done, exaggerate them to seem 100x weirder than they actually are. Then I might be entertained

Someone just fucking kill me already and put me in a chad’s body somewhere in a nice part of Las Vegas while letting me keep my exact same mind and ego in the next life. If any spirits or gods are watching this PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE kill me and put me in Vegas as the exact same person but in a chad’s body. Either that or give me the ability to move there easily with just enough money to get by comfortably. I am giving you my absolute full, 100,000,000,000% permission and requesting to be killed and reincarnated as the same person I’m now in a Chad’s body in a pussy rich environment. For some reason, before coming into this life I decided to pull the most heinously evil prank on myself by putting me in a small city where I’m unendingly deprived of one of the highest blisses in existence. Looking for a gf in a small town is hell. Two people in a thread on the dating sub just confirmed what I already knew. Trying to get a girlfriend in a small city makes the demons (normies) hate you for simply lacking social skills. Doing cold approach makes you seem weird to them in their twisted little minds completely devoid of compassion or consideration for virgin men. You start to build a reputation as “that creepy guy approaching all the girls” unless you have absolutely godlike charisma. Exactly why humanity literally deserves to be wiped out by an asteroid. A bigger city would fix most of this but nobody seems to be understanding just how monstrously, insanely, preposterously hard it is to make that big of a move. I’m no where close to being able to pull that off. No matter what I say, nothing conveys how much this is hurting. I can’t keep doing this. I’m internally screaming loud enough to bust my vocal cords 90 percent of every day and night. EVERYTHING has failed me; life is turning into a living bad trip faster than I can control it. My physical and mental health has suffered immensely and I’ve been pushed past my breaking point. There’s no way I can express my true feelings, but this video might be the closest thing there is God is infinite and God is you, right? Which means absolutely no limits at all to what can be done after death, limits are only a thing of the physical. So why can’t I create a Hugh Hefner lifestyles for my next incarnation? Why wouldn’t that be possible?

How are we pampered more than women are?

I’m about to unleash the beast here guys, I’m serious. Are you sure y’all are ready for this?

Do you really want me to get into it?

Guys please. Out of only one or two yes’ I’ve had almost a dozen telling me no it’s not. I suspect people are just saying that to keep me from killing myself, which I’ve already said I don’t plan on any time soon. There is NO sex to be had ANYWHERE in a smaller city unless it’s purchased, and even then it’s tricky to find and legally risky. I don’t think people are fully respecting just how insurmountably difficult it is to move when you’re in a position like mine. Can I please please please please PLEASE PLEASE for the love of God have this one tiny shred of hope that all sexual desire will be fulfilled after death, and in all the exact ways I want and need it fulfilled from my human perspective?

I’ve posted these before but they’re even more relevant now, it’s exactly what you guys are talking about and what I’ve been saying this whole time

Don't make this sorts of silly comments I thought it was funny enough to almost get a weak smile from. We’re nothing close to a cult or a religion but he was framing it that way in mockery of those who think we are

I don’t think I’ve ever resonated with any song more than this one. Just change the narrative of being cheated on by one woman to endless rejection from all and it’s perfect 2:40 “I hate you! I swear to god I hate you! Oh my god, I love you! How the fuck could you do this to me?!” That one bar says it all

I’m open to that. Not too fond of it, but I’m at least willing to give it a shot IF you can give me a simple 1 2 3 technique to do that. Give me a button that heals traumas and I’ll push it. I could do ayahuasca because that might be the closest thing to a button that heals traumas, but then it’ll just put me through hells beyond my comprehension in the process of burning out all my accumulated negativity before I can come out better on the other side. Please understand, I’m a massive pussy these days, I’m not prepared to handle something that intense. I could do it the longer way by doing daily shadow work and workshops and therapy and meditation, but I do not have the emotional fortitude or discipline to see it all the way through going that route. How am I supposed to procure those tools? Then why the hell do people constantly spout that meme like it’s universally applicable to all? To those of us who aren’t anywhere close to being in a place where we can “be ourselves” it sounds like nothing more than an insult at best. I’m not convinced of that. It makes sense how it would be true but I’ll never be sure until I start getting it. And I’m not expecting it to one hundred percent fix me, but I know for a fact it will help. I know this because the few times in the past when I’ve had female interest and affection I felt fucking incredible for months following. I imagine full on sex to be an amazingly, wondrously beautiful explosion of love that perfectly unites the physical with the metaphysical. I won’t know just how much it can help until start having plenty. Only then can I finally move on in life. Indeed I have become quite the misogynist, unfortunately. Even when that gets cured, what about the widespread misandry that in fact is what is causing the misogyny in most men? We still won’t be able to ignore that. And I’ll never be able to make peace with it because it’s completely unfair and unjust how men are so heavily disadvantaged and stripped of everything in divorces and how they get dragged through the mud and ruined by a single false accusation of sexual assault or domestic violence. If I were to suddenly get married tomorrow, she could divorce me and legally force me to start working so I can pay her alimony with the threat of incarceration looming over me if I don’t. Is that fair? Could I make her work to pay me alimony if I divorced her? Definitely not, and for no other reason than the fact that I’m the male and she’s the female.

Did an approach yesterday on two 7.5s by my city’s standards. Needless to say I had a bad day to put things lightly. I showed them a silly Minecraft video asking if they’ve ever seen something like that in a playful attempt to get a convo going. Lo and behold, I was given the infamous gray rock treatment before they briskly walked away. I did learn from it though. More like it reminded me what I already knew. A painful reminder of why I have oceans within oceans of resentment for these wretched fucking shit goblins. It’s always the same shit with exceptions being few and far between. This pissed me off so immensely somebody had to pay. So I went to Walmart looking to say something very disturbing (but not threatening) to some other girls. I didn’t find any as good as before but I did find something even better; an attractive man and woman couple. Long story short I told them the unspeakable, like the kind of thing that would get you perma-banned from any comedy club or social media site. It was something I claimed to have heard someone tell me had happened to them in the past, and that I had started wanking off to the thought of. I should probably remove this desire to bring others people’s moods down to my level and improve my own if wanna start getting dates. But the addiction to being the vibe killer has become all powerful. No matter how good I’m feeling or how much I’ve improved or whatever progress towards forgiveness I might’ve made, the moment they give me the gray rock treatment yet again, what little love and positivity I managed to recover during my time off gets completely eviscerated putting me right back at square one. I can’t stand it. Like why not do literally anything else? Tell me a funny story from your past, tell me something else, make fun of me, be bitchy, be weird, make animal noises, cry, fart, start cracking up, at this point I’d prefer just about anything else besides these ongoing reactions of unresponsiveness and fleeing. I was eaten alive last night with ungodly amounts of stress. Made it almost impossible to eat anything or sleep at all, which is detrimental because my sleep schedule and appetite has already gone to hell in a hand bag. Every time something like this or worse happens, for the next few nights or week or so, every time I start drifting off to sleep the memory pops back in to assault my mind and tense up my body like mini cortisol electrocutions. I had to use that meditation technique of telling yourself to temporarily let it go because you can always pick it right back up later or tomorrow. Even then it barely helped. I have no idea what to do or how to break this addiction to being an energy vampire. If things continue this way I’ll no longer have the least bit of desire to break the cycle.

I meant the very first video of your thread. He said his client suddenly met a girl by stopping his assuming or something like that. We could also take it a step further by asking, when someone gets raped, did they attract that experience into their life? The law of assumption is what causes everything to manifest in one’s life so it would have to be a yes. That be the case, would it not also be logical to stop punishing rapists since all they’re doing is being the vehicle by which LoA does its work? By the way LoA operates, instead of punishing them we should teach potential and current ‘victims’ how to attract more favorable outcomes in their life.

Women are also a part of this world. When will they ever realize how wonderful of a gift I am?

I know exactly what it means. It means talk about what you like, use humor you think is funny and act authentically as the person you are. Doesn’t work

Inner game, as I understand it, is basically your ability to make people attracted to you by projecting your good vibes out onto them, the good inner game is where those good vibes come from. Outer game is the other half of the battle. Both are useless without each other. There have been times when I felt amazing spiritual well-being and plenty of radiant happiness. Yet was still unable to get a girl interested because I didn’t have the outer game specifics of technique down to execute the mission. You can be in the best feeling state of your life and still fail with pickup because you didn’t have the necessary know how to communicate in the most effective manner with the opposite sex, because that takes crazy amounts of experience to grasp. Doesn’t matter how good you feel or how happy you are if you’re coming off in a weird way. That’s why outer game is also just as important, and you could make a strong argument of it being MORE important. Strongly disagree. I already feel like a walking bad vibe generator from all the rejections and blowouts I’ve endured from doing those approaches which supposedly chip away anxieties. After a thousand more I’d be a level 9000 hell spawn.

@Kid A must be so nice lol 💀

I’d do one of three things I guess depending on my mood: I would guilt her for having such a negative reaction over something that does no harm to her other that a temporary feeling of disgust or discomfort (cuz let’s be real, she would not be very happy about it if she knew) I would stubbornly deny, or both. Guilt doesn’t necessarily indicate a violation of some ethic. People can feel irrationally guilty about all sorts of things. While I agree with you in that getting it from someone who knows exactly what u want and is ok with it can be better because then they have the knowledge to provide your precise craving. This leaves out one very powerful element: spontaneity. In the high five analogy, can you see how if someone unaware of your secret interest were to randomly smack your hand when you meant to just wave at them how that would be so much more intense of a fulfillment of your desire than to have it planned out with someone who knows you like it?

Being yourself

So you did try being the asshole. Did it get you laid or no? I am quite certain I would be the special case. Every time I imagine myself being such an abusive piece of shit to women that it ruins their mood, I feel oh so alive! Hey, at least then I wouldn’t be seeking validation, because that’s supposedly the number 1 chick repellent. I also wouldn’t be a creep. Because creeps don’t go out with the soul intention of being a vibe killing prick. For me, it’s come down to only one of two options: Be a timid, nervous, little bitch during my approaches, or, learn to be a total monster. We’re talking wife and child beating alcoholic levels of toxic but without the physical violence. Like making them feel terrible in any and every way available and using horrifyingly dark humor that’s worse than anything they’ve ever heard. This “being myself” horse shit is not fucking cutting it. It’s either be a nervous wreck or be incredibly mean. As much as I’d like to, I simply have no access to anything else. Being an ass is better than being a pussy, so all I can do is play the best cards I have. Jordan Peterson is a controversial figure but one thing he says that I like is the importance of having the ability to unleash your inner monster. By this you meant lost cause as in never being able to find happiness, not not being able to get laid, correct? I sure hope so

How do you know that? Who’s to say you can’t make a simulated reality where you get to do anything and anyone before or instead of going into another life? If death means reunion with god, and god is unlimited, there’s no reason why it wouldn’t be possible. The only reason I might start considering a job. That and hookers

Dmt can easily take you to hell realms. It’s just more likely to show you heaven than say something like salvia, which is more likely to show you the hell side of things from what I’ve read. Either substance can show you either one or anything in between but some are more likely than others to produce certain experiences

True. There are other ways to have sex besides sticking it in

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