Dear High School Forum,
That's it. I'm sick of all of your sh*t.
That's it. I'm sick of all of your sh*t.
I don't want to hear about your recent friend-zoning.
I don't want to hear about your last awkward situation.
I don't want to hear about your missed chance.
I don't want to hear about your dissection of a text or facebook chat.
I don't want to hear about any of your bullsh*it.
This is what I want you to do:
I want you to grow some balls.
I want you to weight-lift 3x a week on the Starting Strength program.
I want you to get off the computer.
I want you to take every chance you've got.
I want you to put yourself first and women second.
I want you to flirt with every woman in sight.
I want you to get some hobbies that don't involve a keyboard or game controller.
I want you to pick up a good book.
I want you to stop watching television.
I want you to use facebook and text sparingly, especially with women.
I want you to go out, even if you're on your own.
I want you to stop making excuses.
I want you to solve your own damn problems.
I want you to educate yourself.
I want you to make some cash.
I want you to realize hot women aren't all that.
I want you to realize hot women are surprisingly common.
I want you to realize that not every hot woman is worth getting.
I want you to go next door to the Archive and the Mature forums and read a couple of those posts.
I want you to get off sosuave.
I want you to take care of your looks.
I want you to stop masturbating.
I want you to stop watching porn.
I want you to be a little crazy.
I want you to smile.
I want you to laugh.
I want you to live.
I want you to be a man.
I want you to laugh.
I want you to live.
I want you to be a man.
So dear posters, what's it gonna be?
Another day of sponging up whatever you read here?
Or are you gonna stop whining and start living?
Mind.
Body.
Spirit.
Body.
Spirit.
Fix each of those and you're set for life.
If I see you again, I'm gonna be disappointed.
So, f*ck off, all of you. Go live a little. Go live a lot.
Sincerely,
Amo.
P.S. Why aren't you off the computer yet, motherf*cker?
P.S.S. This applies to me as much as it does to you. I ain't perfect.