I recently finished reading Rollo's 5th book The Rational Male: Player's Handbook, and this thread nicely dovetails in the concepts that Rollo talked about in this book. The emphasis is on "getting out there and socializing". And I agree with everything that
@Solomon has mentioned, but my concern is with this dilemma:
A virgin guy who sits in his room and plays games to spend time, has no hobbies, does a remote job on his laptop, and is "genuinely content" with his situation.
And a guy who goes out to socialize with people, is learning new skills, hitting the gym, traveling etc. But has to force himself in doing all of these things, because he doesn't enjoy or feel "genuinely interested or content" in doing any of them. I know guys who have an "aura" around them, a vibe of "genuine content" in whatever they do. Be it wasting time, or doing something productive. And I find it very difficult to grasp the idea of "contentment" itself. Does it relate with comfort? Such that the more comfortable you are with something, the more content you feel about it?
I represent a lot of 26 years old male virgins when I say this: I lack purpose. I lack passion. I lack hobbies. The thought of going out seems uninteresting, and I hate the fact that I can't bring myself to feel interested in going out, let alone socializing. I delude myself when I think "I have poor financial conditions, I have to take care of my parents, I don't have time to chase women or go out to socialize or try out new things", when I see people who have far more responsibilities, and yet they find the time to go out and experience
life.
Here's a very insightful response that I got from Rollo when I asked him about 'finding passion'.
Do a lot of things, always default to action, say yes to every opportunity even if you suck at whatever it is later, be a jack of all trades, a master of some. You have to get past a certain point before some of these experiences start becoming fun.
The problem I'm facing is I can only muster up the strength to go out on my own once or twice. Especially when I don't even know what I'll do after setting a foot outside my apartment. Even if I have a restaurant that I want to go and visit, my mind still keeps wondering "what's the point of going to that restaurant when you can just get the food at home?". Its that "genuine interest", the genuine feeling of comfort that's missing, and unless or until I could bring myself to feel content with going out, I fear I might keep feeling this way even if I go out a thousand times. Especially if I'm going out by myself.
Just the thought of going out itself is uncomfortable, let alone trying new things, socializing or approaching girls.