Emotionalmosquito

See when I approach, I have to carry the conversation so hard that there’s really no conversation at all. It’s just me talking at someone who has totally forgotten how a normal human interaction works

Not even that is easy. How do you expect to find one? Go knocking door to door asking? Ask around on the street? You can arrange something online, but remember, it’s illegal. You have to use your best judgment to avoid jail. Not one single thing about getting laid is easy

What did she do/say?

No. But we all had to get into these bodies somehow. So why can’t it be possible to make another very similar life but with more opportunity for fulfillment of desires we don’t have access to now? I’m not begging for the women themselves, I’m begging for people to tell me the premise of this thread is easily doable, and mean it. And to be put into a better position to get laid a bunch. Because then it’ll be easier for me to believe which will make it easier to manifest. I need more yeses and less no’s Only one problem. To demand is to expect an outcome. To let go is to let go of any and all expectations of outcome. So how does one demand and let it go simultaneously? Or did you mean let go of everything except the demand? Again, my only begging was to be told it’s entirely possible to create future incarnations based on what you want now. I am and have been demanding to be given what I want for quite a while, still nothing. Like when I said Maybe I should have said demanding instead of requesting right there. Because that’s definitely what I meant. I see every single one that enters anywhere within my field of vision. I’m not missing opportunities from crying too much. I’m crying so much because all my opportunities fail. Key distinction. “Hey, pretty! I command you to get the fuck in the car right now!” Surely you’re not suggesting I start commanding women to sleep with me, right? You mean I demand it to the universe and it sends them my way by itself. Right? Game on. I’m holding you to that promise. I’ll say it constantly for the next two weeks, thousands of times a day. If it still doesn’t work after all that, well, so much for askfirmations being the least bit effective. But I’ll go in expecting it to work to the best of my ability.

I fully understand all that. My problem is people are saying women forget about or don’t care that much about your fuck ups because apparently they’re not significant enough to be an issue to them. How can that be the case if you’re also at risk of developing infamy? If you end up with a negative reputation as the the town creep from your pickup blowouts, that clearly means it is a very big deal to them, because why else would they attach the harmful stigma to you? That’s what I mean by they’re at odds with each other.

Well that was fast

Gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme NOW! I swear to god dude if you don’t tell me exactly which drugs to take to make me good with women... The closest I’ve been with the assistance of drugs has been by using phenibut + caffeine combo. But I can’t use phenibut anymore because it started making me feel like garbage

Fuck it, got nothing to lose anyway so here it goes. Just remember, you asked for this: 1. I cum on my tummy then rub it in with my wrist. It’s so thick and creamy it always takes at least a hundred strokes of the wrist until it’s sufficiently rubbed in. Then I wipe up the remaining plasm from the cock tip onto my other wrist and rub both wrists together until it’s soaked in there as well. That’s if I’m feeling lazy. If I’m feeling adventurous, I’ll push the bulk of the load onto my wrist to be transported to one of my armpits. There I rub it in with my middle and ring finger until it’s nice and spread enough to soak in the rest on its own. Keep in mind I regularly go weeks without showering in conjunction to this. The smell gets to be quite unlike any other after some time, like burnt plastic, aged pee, dog poop and of course body odor. 2. Piss in jugs (though not nearly as much now as in the past) because I was/am too lazy to walk to the bathroom. Used to have gallons of piss spread out all over my room because I couldn’t be bothered to empty them out. I once hid one of these jugs in my brother’s room under his desk as a prank suggested by my cousin who knows about my weird habits. Upon discovery, he cried, “Anon! Is this a giant jug of piss in my room?!” Oh shit! I went to meet him and examine it, played dumb as if I didn’t know what it was or how it got there. Took a few gulps out of it, (more on that in my next confession) scratched my head and said, “huh, idk. That’s strange.” 3. Urine therapy. This is arguably not weird at all. There’s an entire community based around drinking pee and applying it topically as a form of skin care. Urea is the main compound that makes urine what it is; and happens to be one of the ingredients used in most makeup and skin care products. I got into drinking it fresh, drinking it aged, and showering myself in it in the shower. Apparently it gives you glowing skin; my evidence in support of that is I always felt silky smooth after showering and received multiple comments on my skin from doing this. 4. I always make it a point to dig through the bathroom trash can looking for used tampons to enjoy during the cherished few circumstances when I’m in someone’s house who I know has at least one cute girl living there. My chad cousin knows of this kink of mine and he was nice enough to hook me up with a period soaked white t-shirt he used to clean up an accident when he was banging a hottie. He also gave me a few minutes with a ripe pair of panties from a different girl. So that was awesome. 5. Barrel O’ Monkeys: Pubic hair edition. I used to pull out my loose pubes and put them into a pile. I’d find one that was shaped like a J or S and that looked sturdier than the rest, then I’d use that to hook another, then that one to hook another, and so on. You’d be surprised how long of a chain you can make before it gives under the weight. 6. Drank my friend’s cum on multiple occasions because Connor Murphy said it was the divine protein shake and has enormous health benefits. It turned out to be true. I mixed it in with a superfoods fizz tablet and gulped it down. Couple hours later I felt incredible. My pineal gland was buzzing, I felt 5 years younger and had the confidence and vigor of a giga Chad. I even got a girl’s number that very next day. I always wondered what would happen if I could access a healthy, yoga hippie chick’s period and the semen of her male equivalent, mix them together using a wire whisk in a fancy goblet while wearing a cloak in the center of a burning pentagram, then toss it down the hatch. I would become immortal and telekinetic no doubt. Are you feeling it now, Mr, Crabs?

“Don’t worry if you look weird or embarrass yourself. It’s all in you head, bro. It’s a much bigger deal to you than it is to them. After ten minutes go by, she’ll have completely forgotten about you or won’t care anymore.” “Approaching in a smaller city is likely to get you a negative reputation.” These two takes on the matter are 100% at odds with each other. You may pick only one. Which is it?

Because if you make a move on a girl who turned out to not be interested (not your fault because girls are often intentionally very vague with their signals for some reason) it’s not good enough to just apologize. She has to go out of her way to cause you as much damage to your social status as possible by labeling you a disgusting pig or worse. You make one wrong move on a girl in a club and you’re done at that club at best, at worst, sexual harassment charge. The woman has to make the moves now because modern laws and social norms have been arranged in a way that makes men much more vulnerable to severe backlash for making wrong moves than women are. We have to be very cautious because women will lead us in all sorts of ways that aren’t congruent with their actual intentions or feelings. For example, (and I’ve experienced this more than once) you can be having a totally down to earth chat about whatever where the women seem to be cool with it and not showing any signs of distress, only to later realize they were freaked the fuck out by your presence and conversational topics the whole time.

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?