AlexKaiser
Don Juan
- Joined
- Mar 25, 2017
- Messages
- 194
- Reaction score
- 102
- Age
- 33
The voice has spoken to me, the inner voice that has taught me to see the truth and act accordingly, and that voice says "That's good that you are on the road to being alpha. You have given up some of your betamale ways, you have stopped praising and worshipping girls, you have stopped supplicating them to the point of absurdity. You no longer believe in the religion of Niceguyism, thinking that praise and devotion will make her panties wet and having her beg you to bed her. You no longer scratch your head at why the jerks got the girls, as you VAGUELY understand how they did it. However, there remains a lot of work to be done physically. You are not a failure, a fag or an idiot, as you like to call yourself, but it's obvious you're not proud of who you are."
I can't confidently wear who I am around women, and have that nervousness and doubt that the guides told me NOT to have.
For example, when I see the meth dealer ****face who tries to get tough with me at my work, a battle ensues in my head. I know he ain't about ****, I feel like I am doing better than him. I have a job, I have my own place, and my jail record is literally only me going there for missing a court date about running a red light. This garbage bag lives hustle to hustle, hugging his cellphone anxiously hoping his EBT stuff refills on the 6th while he couch surfs. However I feel almost inferior to him, as some really attractive girls orbit him, call him, laugh and smile as they see him. The voice says "They're just using him for his drugs." but that guy DOESN'T know that. He swaggers in, throwing the beer on the counter with his head held up high, casually grabbing the girl's tit he has by his side. Showing off his stack of bills as she giggles and kisses his neck and we go eye and eye to each other.
I don't back down, keeping eye contact. "The **** you looking at, *****?" he says. I snort and grab the money, cash it out, not gonna give him the satisfaction of shaking me up. He does the ape stuff, puffing out chest, pointing at me and laughing, shaking his head, getting the girl to his side's approval as they roll eyes and talk ****. "Give me my change boy." he says, as I do my job and give him his change. The transaction ends, but it won't be the last, he's here every week with different girls.
I stood up for myself, kinda, but I still feel like I'm inferior. I feel inferior because I don't have the amount of ignorance that he did, that even though these girls are just using him, he can still show them off and get them to obey him for what they want: drugs, alcohol, money. Maybe he's not dumb, maybe he's playing THEM, and getting ***** and using using the vices as a carrot to keep them doing what he wants, I don't know. I wouldn't give him that much credit.
I don't have a lot to be proud about. Got a good gaming rig, ASUS ROG with Tournament Edition Razer Keyboard and mouse. I can draw pretty good, not perfect but still working on my painting. Got some digital and traditional stuff. I'm really good at writing, never finished a book though. Got my own place, with easy rent and literally a block away from work. Girls LOVED my poetry when I was in high school but until I'm a little more hot that **** ain't gonna get me laid.
I don't have anything that I can throw in other guy's faces or even use to bait attractive girls. Girls eye me up because I'm a potential "wallet". I'm a safe orbiter that they can seduce, and hopefully get me to pay up while they nail hot guys. Unlucky for them that I'm not ****ing dumb and I'm going to burn them the moment they try to get me to pay for anything or play to my non-existent nice guy side. "Sorry ***** but I'm pre-pay!"
How do you be confident when you got nothing to flaunt?
Well, not nothing. I can draw dinosaurs, dragons, tons of mythical stuff, women sometimes, can write anything from a romance to a horror, skilled at sappy poetry, have an awesome gaming rig that glows in the god damn dark, is okay at most games he plays, and owns his own truck, fully paid off?
More, how to do you feel confident when you don't even show up on the girl's radar yet, where you're not even a consideration yet? How do you feel confident when you're a 5'6 "manlet" at around 190 lbs who struggled to bench press 70 lbs more than 3 times? That if you got into a fight you'd probably lose?
How do I get real confidence, and not delusional confidence?
I can't confidently wear who I am around women, and have that nervousness and doubt that the guides told me NOT to have.
For example, when I see the meth dealer ****face who tries to get tough with me at my work, a battle ensues in my head. I know he ain't about ****, I feel like I am doing better than him. I have a job, I have my own place, and my jail record is literally only me going there for missing a court date about running a red light. This garbage bag lives hustle to hustle, hugging his cellphone anxiously hoping his EBT stuff refills on the 6th while he couch surfs. However I feel almost inferior to him, as some really attractive girls orbit him, call him, laugh and smile as they see him. The voice says "They're just using him for his drugs." but that guy DOESN'T know that. He swaggers in, throwing the beer on the counter with his head held up high, casually grabbing the girl's tit he has by his side. Showing off his stack of bills as she giggles and kisses his neck and we go eye and eye to each other.
I don't back down, keeping eye contact. "The **** you looking at, *****?" he says. I snort and grab the money, cash it out, not gonna give him the satisfaction of shaking me up. He does the ape stuff, puffing out chest, pointing at me and laughing, shaking his head, getting the girl to his side's approval as they roll eyes and talk ****. "Give me my change boy." he says, as I do my job and give him his change. The transaction ends, but it won't be the last, he's here every week with different girls.
I stood up for myself, kinda, but I still feel like I'm inferior. I feel inferior because I don't have the amount of ignorance that he did, that even though these girls are just using him, he can still show them off and get them to obey him for what they want: drugs, alcohol, money. Maybe he's not dumb, maybe he's playing THEM, and getting ***** and using using the vices as a carrot to keep them doing what he wants, I don't know. I wouldn't give him that much credit.
I don't have a lot to be proud about. Got a good gaming rig, ASUS ROG with Tournament Edition Razer Keyboard and mouse. I can draw pretty good, not perfect but still working on my painting. Got some digital and traditional stuff. I'm really good at writing, never finished a book though. Got my own place, with easy rent and literally a block away from work. Girls LOVED my poetry when I was in high school but until I'm a little more hot that **** ain't gonna get me laid.
I don't have anything that I can throw in other guy's faces or even use to bait attractive girls. Girls eye me up because I'm a potential "wallet". I'm a safe orbiter that they can seduce, and hopefully get me to pay up while they nail hot guys. Unlucky for them that I'm not ****ing dumb and I'm going to burn them the moment they try to get me to pay for anything or play to my non-existent nice guy side. "Sorry ***** but I'm pre-pay!"
How do you be confident when you got nothing to flaunt?
Well, not nothing. I can draw dinosaurs, dragons, tons of mythical stuff, women sometimes, can write anything from a romance to a horror, skilled at sappy poetry, have an awesome gaming rig that glows in the god damn dark, is okay at most games he plays, and owns his own truck, fully paid off?
More, how to do you feel confident when you don't even show up on the girl's radar yet, where you're not even a consideration yet? How do you feel confident when you're a 5'6 "manlet" at around 190 lbs who struggled to bench press 70 lbs more than 3 times? That if you got into a fight you'd probably lose?
How do I get real confidence, and not delusional confidence?
