Alright, so today was a pretty awful Saturday. It wasn't awful because of a serious blowout, or because I got assaulted, or because my dog died, but because I spent it entirely indoors, doing the kinds of things I did when I was a NEET. I'll leave it to you to use your imagination fill in the details on that.
There is no specific reason why I did it. After all, I'm not depressed right now or going through any kind of crisis. I guess it might be the fact that I didn't have any plan whatsoever for this Saturday, so when I woke up late and got immediate urges to laze around at home, that's what I ended up doing, more or less, for the whole day. My body was rather sore from yesterday's workout, which might have factored into my decision not to even go out, and I didn't bother going to the gym even though I've sort of told myself that I'd at least make myself go every day.
Some positives for today include the fact that I put in some effort to study and somewhat practice my text game. I also did some other readings (not pertaining to pickup) that I've been meaning to do for quite some time now. Those aren't ideal Saturday activities though...
Reflection: Always have a plan in mind for Saturday that involves me out of the apartment.
To anyone reading this right now, I want you to conduct this thought experiment.
Imagine your archetypically attractive man - tall, chiseled jawline, stylish, muscular in an elegant way, etc. Let's say that he has exceptional game, and a notch count of over 300 at the age of 30. Let's say that this guy chooses to stay home alone all day for some important reason, because he works at home and there's a sudden crisis he need to deal with.
Imagine your archetypically unattractive man - short, chubby neckbearded face, fedora wearing, looks like the only things he deadlifts are old cheetos bags he forgot to throw into the trash, etc... Let's say he's a kissless virgin with a couple undiagnosed disorders due to harsh treatment from oneitises in his youth. Now, let's say on the same day, that this guy goes out to an area with a lot of women with the intention to get laid.
Who has a better chance of fucking someone that day? Obviously, it'll be the second guy, because as much as the odds are stacked against him, he's in the game and the first guy isn't. It's as simple as that. Of course, most of us would rather be the first guy, but one important yet subtle point is that you don't need to be an uber casanova - all you truly need is to be a participant in the first place.
There is more glory in suffering defeat in the arena than in savoring victory in the spectator seats.
There is no specific reason why I did it. After all, I'm not depressed right now or going through any kind of crisis. I guess it might be the fact that I didn't have any plan whatsoever for this Saturday, so when I woke up late and got immediate urges to laze around at home, that's what I ended up doing, more or less, for the whole day. My body was rather sore from yesterday's workout, which might have factored into my decision not to even go out, and I didn't bother going to the gym even though I've sort of told myself that I'd at least make myself go every day.
Some positives for today include the fact that I put in some effort to study and somewhat practice my text game. I also did some other readings (not pertaining to pickup) that I've been meaning to do for quite some time now. Those aren't ideal Saturday activities though...
Reflection: Always have a plan in mind for Saturday that involves me out of the apartment.
To anyone reading this right now, I want you to conduct this thought experiment.
Imagine your archetypically attractive man - tall, chiseled jawline, stylish, muscular in an elegant way, etc. Let's say that he has exceptional game, and a notch count of over 300 at the age of 30. Let's say that this guy chooses to stay home alone all day for some important reason, because he works at home and there's a sudden crisis he need to deal with.
Imagine your archetypically unattractive man - short, chubby neckbearded face, fedora wearing, looks like the only things he deadlifts are old cheetos bags he forgot to throw into the trash, etc... Let's say he's a kissless virgin with a couple undiagnosed disorders due to harsh treatment from oneitises in his youth. Now, let's say on the same day, that this guy goes out to an area with a lot of women with the intention to get laid.
Who has a better chance of fucking someone that day? Obviously, it'll be the second guy, because as much as the odds are stacked against him, he's in the game and the first guy isn't. It's as simple as that. Of course, most of us would rather be the first guy, but one important yet subtle point is that you don't need to be an uber casanova - all you truly need is to be a participant in the first place.
There is more glory in suffering defeat in the arena than in savoring victory in the spectator seats.