Is there a point in having a "passion", or is chasing pussy the best answer?
01-12-2013, 02:47 PM
I've been traveling the world for 5 months straight, chasing girls, getting laid, partying etc.
I haven't been worrying about my cash flow because of an online business with automated income.
Prior to this trip, I had many "dreams" and hobbies that I yearned would become something more. I've played music for over a decade and have developed skill in the area. I definitely have talent in writing and other creative areas.
But ultimately, when I examine these hobbies, underneath these activities, is really the hope that they will, one day, help me get access to more vaginas.
That one day, if I have a successful band, I will get more chicks and status. If I publish a bestselling book, or achieve renown for my work, I will get more sex.
Frankly though, as I stare at the guitar I brought with me on this trip, and carried with me everywhere, I think to myself "who gives a fuck?"
I've experienced this literally a hundred times or more bringing girls to my room: playing guitar and singing doesn't get you laid, at least if it's only a hobby and not on a stage. I get laid for other reasons. My look, my ethnicity, my persistence, chance, game, etc. I used to use the guitar as a prop for escalation, now I just hide it in the cabinet because it is more of a hindrance than anything before sex.
I also find, for most hobbies and other interests: they don't get you laid unless you acquire social status from them. It's like a professor. He doesn't get laid because he's intelligent, he gets laid because of social dominance.
So here's where I'm torn: being a location independent "playboy lite" love tourist, appears to be, ultimately, the most fulfilling state of being, and hobbies and "dreams" almost seem like these useless, vestigial components of my self, but parts of my self I almost feel guilty about eschewing. I'm getting more pussy than ever here in East Asia as a white guy, without having achieved anything.
Part of me feels like I MUST achieve something greater, or that I MUST pursue a skill and realize as much of my potential as possible in some endeavor.
But I realize, as a man, these goals and desires and yearnings are so intertwined with the desire for more women.
It feels strange to go against this impulse, and simply work more on my automated income so that I can keep leveraging my exoticism to bang tons of chicks with little effort indefinitely.
Does having a "passion" really matter? From my perspective, it seems like a waste of time, unless, against all odds, you have a MASSIVE success from it, like achieving fame. Frankly, i've lost the intrinsic love of my former life interests.
And at the heart of all of this is whether or not a man can truly enjoy a hobby or passion intrinsically. If you look at any interview of any rock n' roll musicians, "getting girls" was one of the first motivations for going into music. Of course they say they "do it for the love" later on, but if it ceased to be a way of getting girls, they would do something else.
Frankly, I've lost the love I once had for my hobbies and passions, because I no longer see them as outlets for obtaining pussy. I still get occasional pleasure from them, but I basically lack the motivation to carry forth with enough effort to take them anywhere. Chasing pussy full time, at present, seems like the most fulfilling state of being.
I haven't been worrying about my cash flow because of an online business with automated income.
Prior to this trip, I had many "dreams" and hobbies that I yearned would become something more. I've played music for over a decade and have developed skill in the area. I definitely have talent in writing and other creative areas.
But ultimately, when I examine these hobbies, underneath these activities, is really the hope that they will, one day, help me get access to more vaginas.
That one day, if I have a successful band, I will get more chicks and status. If I publish a bestselling book, or achieve renown for my work, I will get more sex.
Frankly though, as I stare at the guitar I brought with me on this trip, and carried with me everywhere, I think to myself "who gives a fuck?"
I've experienced this literally a hundred times or more bringing girls to my room: playing guitar and singing doesn't get you laid, at least if it's only a hobby and not on a stage. I get laid for other reasons. My look, my ethnicity, my persistence, chance, game, etc. I used to use the guitar as a prop for escalation, now I just hide it in the cabinet because it is more of a hindrance than anything before sex.
I also find, for most hobbies and other interests: they don't get you laid unless you acquire social status from them. It's like a professor. He doesn't get laid because he's intelligent, he gets laid because of social dominance.
So here's where I'm torn: being a location independent "playboy lite" love tourist, appears to be, ultimately, the most fulfilling state of being, and hobbies and "dreams" almost seem like these useless, vestigial components of my self, but parts of my self I almost feel guilty about eschewing. I'm getting more pussy than ever here in East Asia as a white guy, without having achieved anything.
Part of me feels like I MUST achieve something greater, or that I MUST pursue a skill and realize as much of my potential as possible in some endeavor.
But I realize, as a man, these goals and desires and yearnings are so intertwined with the desire for more women.
It feels strange to go against this impulse, and simply work more on my automated income so that I can keep leveraging my exoticism to bang tons of chicks with little effort indefinitely.
Does having a "passion" really matter? From my perspective, it seems like a waste of time, unless, against all odds, you have a MASSIVE success from it, like achieving fame. Frankly, i've lost the intrinsic love of my former life interests.
And at the heart of all of this is whether or not a man can truly enjoy a hobby or passion intrinsically. If you look at any interview of any rock n' roll musicians, "getting girls" was one of the first motivations for going into music. Of course they say they "do it for the love" later on, but if it ceased to be a way of getting girls, they would do something else.
Frankly, I've lost the love I once had for my hobbies and passions, because I no longer see them as outlets for obtaining pussy. I still get occasional pleasure from them, but I basically lack the motivation to carry forth with enough effort to take them anywhere. Chasing pussy full time, at present, seems like the most fulfilling state of being.