Quote: (09-03-2017 04:34 PM)Jetset Wrote:
First, when you're running game, you're going to want to leave some breathing room between conversational threads related to 'Nazis', 'sacrificing', and 'babies'. Those don't need to be in proximity to one another at all.
Second, we're just having fun with you. Don't take it personally.
The 'matriarchy' doesn't cause the sexual marketplace or dismantle the 'Disney' model. The 'Disney' model was always a product packaged up for resale. In my opinion, where you need to start is with dialing down the intensity and learning how to keep it light and fun. Even a woman who is serious about politics still wants to laugh, feel good, and get her pipes snaked clean, not talk about how terrible the world is, and definitely not that time you were in prison or the knife you're carrying in case you get into a fight. I see how fast things get heavy in your threads and it's not hard to figure out what your problem might be in person.
You went directly to "literally wishing for death" as soon as you were told that this bitch is a bad idea. That is the opposite of abundance. Painting yourself as 'good with kids' or 'self-sacrificing' is going to give her the wrong idea and put you in the provider role. Worse, it will tell her that you're way too serious about someone you haven't even dated. Telling a woman how beautiful she is, especially in glowing terms, will tell her she's already earned your attention and approval and she can stop worrying about how to earn it. Worse, it will tell her that you're desperate to be with her, and nothing turns a woman off faster than suspecting that other women don't want you and that you need her because she's your only option.
Why is James Bond so iconic? What was the line? "Women want him, men want to be him."
In your shoes, I'd take a step back, accept that I have caught a case of Oneitis, and get back to work on improving my own life so that women want to impress me instead of the other way around. Read some Rollo Tomassi, read some Chase Amante. Your easiest gains are going to be made here by working on the big picture and clarifying red pill/blue pill concepts.
Still haven't figured out how to quote blocks, fyi. I've suffered a breakdown of sorts over the past 2 days (and yet I am holding it together by sheer Triumph of the Will, pure raw willpower). I have a lot of issues, as you people clearly gather. It's a long and insane story. I will be writing a book about all of this shit, if I survive long enough to do it. It goes FAR off the deep end, and at least you guys will be entertained. I am not trolling you or anything, dead seriously (but this is the internet, so...but I am really NOT). I went to see a psychic today as more of a guidance counselor/"life coach" (which disgusts me I felt the need to reach out like that as a grown man, to be clear) and, well---I am a total skeptic, I don't believe in that bullshit, and yet...
I just can't keep living the way I am right now and it seems as though I am about to break free from this nightmare (in a positive way); I feel it, but external factors are preventing me from doing that, consequences for life's choices and the nature of this (((society))).
Basically, I am cursed, according to her. And, well, I do believe I am---and to be clear again, I had felt that way since the initial traumas began for me. When I was a teenager, I moved into this new house with my family. I went from having had a childhood that felt like pure royalty to everything falling apart within the span of months of having moved in. I had an incredibly happy childhood altogether. With hindsight, it was too good of a childhood.
So, the guy who built that house killed himself there; we found essays depicting that family's life in that house. When I moved into my room, I found a picture of the guy in my room's closet, I got the most unsettling feeling when I saw it and picked it up to remove it. It gave me the worst creeps! They were one extremely, extremely unhappy family. Jewish, nonetheless (heh). It was a horrible nightmare life they lived and it was literally repeated with my experiences with my family once we settled in. Extreme dysfunction, chaos, antagonistic interpersonal relationships. Plenty of nights with angry confrontations. All of it. During that period of time especially, it just felt as though I was in the grips of an ancient paranormal curse.
I did feel literally possessed when the traumas really began (never hearing voices nor anything crazy like that, just as though I was a different person, something---hard to explain, I thought I was insane yet I've somehow made it to this point), I refused to cooperate with shrinks or whatever crap my parents tried forcing me to go see. I realized I had been conditioned to be too weak by my soft well-meaning parents and knew if I went along with their interventions that weakness would remain. My father is essentially a male feminist pushover dominated by my mother. He suffers from debilitating and extreme social anxiety. When they go out or on vacation, he sends my mother to go ask someone a question. That was my "imprinted" example of how to compose myself as a man. In spite of what that means, he is nonetheless a great man in his own ways and I love him, but it is where I am coming from in life. I always knew I could never allow myself to remain like him.
When the traumas happened to me (such as being "bullied" in that new school, being told, "kill yourself, you are worthless, you have no meaning in life" literally multiple times a day every day I had been there, finally having found real love with my first girlfriend thanks to the internet when I had been a shy sweet guy unable to go up and speak to girls in person before--only to have lost it, collapse of my relationship with my family, losing all of my close childhood friends from grammar school thanks to this guy who introduced me to my first girlfriend---she was supposed to have been his date at an upcoming dance but she fell in love with me after that first conversation he unwittingly arranged so he made a point to tell all those friends I was backstabbing them, they ditched me, all of it, lost it all over a span of a few months with my parents literally putting me under siege over not performing in school, locking me down in the house, sending me to boarding school after I embraced drugs, a clusterfuck nightmare of an antagonistic toxic codependent relationship).
So, I went to a new school after moving in and everything, and I mean---everything---fell apart. It all happened simultaneously and in an ever-cascading intensity traumatic (for me) way. I am very skeptical of the "paranormal," yet a raw primitive intuition has always been there so long as I've lived with this baggage. The "psychic" says before the kike patriarch who killed himself did the deed, there was child abuse and a child murder which took place in the house which was covered up. I know. Well, I still live in that house with my parents and it's killing me. I am working on gtfo asap. So, I've always known you guys are so correct about working on myself and that's what I'll keep doing. Still won't be able to help myself with the girls to some extent. I might barely be holding it together through sheer willpower alone, but I have some great stories I can tell chicks, if I figure out how to get past the touchy feely beginning stages of interacting with them.
I'm trying to look on the bright side of things; if I survive whatever is coming for me, this will be an excellent twist to the book (getting an exorcism, which I may well wind up doing, insane and kooky as it seems to me). Gotta keep the humor fresh, brothers. As far as what you said about the woman, I framed the nazi rings as "this is to show you I am serious (about being genuinely interested in you as a man), you can get me fired easily if I piss you off and I am doing it to see if you're worth my time" (qualification, DHV, showing pickiness and standards, as in "if she can handle it" or if she's another girl who's like "ugh, that's great"--I didn't go into the actual politics, I told her afterwards, "if we're going to wind up talking to one another, the only two things you need to know right now are 1)Not illegal 2)Not violent, and that was it).
I know, it goes against every inclination I've had with women and what most of you preach. "Don't make yourself easy for them, be a challenge, etc. Don't reveal your hand." As I said, I am trying out different styles for the sake of experience and approaches as detached from an outcome as is possible for me. I have oneitis with the original coworker chick more than this one, but this one is one who I also genuinely like---personality wise---so it has balanced out that original oneitis a bit for me. LOL! What a trip!
I am going to try that direct game approach of sending her an e-mail telling her she's "beautiful, special, amazing," etc. the texting every morning and night "good morning beautiful," "goodnight, cutie." Bragging about getting her number, and talking her up for a manager. That reminded me of what some naturals did in high school. So long as they were persistent, didn't bend to the girl's frames, had their own strong frames, it always worked. We're so scared of women here we use all these elaborate ruses to preserve our own egos. Well, I am not thinking it's going to lead to success. I'm as unattached to the outcome as I ever have been. I just don't give a fuck anymore. It's about learning the tactics and eventually, one of these girls will want me with one of these approaches (and I mean in the world, not the coworkers, I am focusing on this one and have one more idea of repairing things with the original one, owning up to the fact I've been a POS with her from day 1 b/c she reminds me of an ex-gf who asked me to give her a child when we were teenagers, who stalked me for years after I left her---a true story and one of the primary factors I boycotted women to begin with).
I got the idea to try that approach/style after watching "frank night game"'s channel on youtube (
Frank Night Game). Whether the videos are real or not is the main question I find myself asking, but they seem legit. As for this adding to my reputation at the workplace (women talk), I don't care anymore. I've got one foot out of the door and feel I don't have much to lose in that regard. Part of what got me into the mess I'm in as far is that is concerned there is by having been fake---having been pretending to be something/someone I am simply not.
As far as anyone interested in whether the house is truly "haunted," I can't say I've ever heard voices, or distinctly strange noises. There have been noises but they're probably just a regular house noise, not anything which seemed by nature intentionally unsettling. However, I've always felt a strong sense of unease here. It's as though there's a "dark energy" here. Yet, at the same time, I nonetheless have laughed it off the whole time. Throughout the years I lived there, I've had the sensation of not being alone at times, but most of the time I tune it out. According to the psychic, "it's" inside of me. Idk, guys, it's just one of those things to me. I can't write it off entirely and on the rawest most intuitive level of feeling rather than thought, I think it's probably true. When I got back inside this house after seeing her, I felt a wave of the most unsettling chilling feeling I ever had in my life, unlike any I had experienced before while here. A sense of, "now it's on, motherfucker." Yet, the power of suggestion is a bitch as well...
P.S.-I had originally seen the "psychic" because I am trying to learn palm reading as a great solid routine. Everything does happen for reasons, good ones. I've lived a life of profound self-induced/demonically-induced suffering for too dammed long to give up after having survived all of the things I have and that my close friends did not, and worst than what they killed them. I am a damn literal textbook version of a fearless Alpha Male Fighter, even if I am not perfect, literally possessed, sexually thirsty, and a helluva a lot of other fucked up shit in this dystopian nightmare in which we all live. Hail Victory! It's cool if you guys think I am insane. I'm just different.