Martini Joe
Don Juan
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So you've read all the pep talk threads written by the greats. Damn it, you're ready. Pumped, even. Yeah, it took a few months, but you're not going to be that sad ass door mat mofo anymore, are you? Nope. You're one determined SOB this time. You're not going to take crap from anybody. Hell yeah! You're primed to the hilt, baby! Woo, yeah, daddy's coming home to roost now! Step aside!
Whatever. Most of you are setting yourself up for failure again. You'll end up right back where you were before you got yourself all worked up in a lather. Maybe even worse. Why? Because your biggest problem isn't hesitation. It's not shyness. It's not a lack of words. It's not even women. And guess what, it's not fear either. As a matter of fact, part of the problem is that you actually LACK fear. All of your issues and problems with women or even people in general up until now is rooted entirely in shame. Not fear. Don't confuse the two. You're not afraid to expose yourself more, Skippy. You're just too damn ashamed to do it. If you actually feared interacting with people, you'd be locked up in a paddy wagon and heading for the happy farm, and fully sedated I might add.
For a long time you have lacked the fear of being a lonely chump. You may have never liked it, you may have never enjoyed it, you've even hated it, but good god, son, you sure as hell don't have any fear of it. Why? Because it hides your shame. You've depended on it for so long. Take a look at the playground for the most obvious examples. Every kid is scared to death of being the loser everyone picks on. They try to dress right and act right at any expense to avoid it. They never let up trying to stay hip and cool with the rest of the herd. If all your friends jumped off a bridge....you know the saying. Somewhere you wandered off the path. It could have been when you were 5, 15 or 25 years old, and maybe it was never your fault. But there you are. And eventually you gave up and accepted it. At some point in your past you gave up on that fear other cats had. And that's why you can't play in any reindeer games. Ho ho ho . The fear is mostly gone.
Me? I'm scared as a mofo. I'm afraid of dying in my apartment and nobody figuring it out until the rent is overdue and the landlord keys himself into my pad. I'm afraid of getting tossed into an old folks home with no one to visit me for 20 years because everyone I depended on for social interaction, like parents, are dead. No children. No lovers. I'm afraid. I'm shivering in my boots, cat. And I know if I don't at least try to speak, try to talk to women and try to interact with people, that's where I'm going. You still have a little of that fear left, but it's numbed. Tune into it. Worry about it night and day. Think about how miserable your life is going to get if you don't start to fear the inevitable. Fear it, kid. Cause that's what's going to happen so long as you continue to coast along the path your on now. It does get worse. Bet the farm on it.
Whatever. Most of you are setting yourself up for failure again. You'll end up right back where you were before you got yourself all worked up in a lather. Maybe even worse. Why? Because your biggest problem isn't hesitation. It's not shyness. It's not a lack of words. It's not even women. And guess what, it's not fear either. As a matter of fact, part of the problem is that you actually LACK fear. All of your issues and problems with women or even people in general up until now is rooted entirely in shame. Not fear. Don't confuse the two. You're not afraid to expose yourself more, Skippy. You're just too damn ashamed to do it. If you actually feared interacting with people, you'd be locked up in a paddy wagon and heading for the happy farm, and fully sedated I might add.
For a long time you have lacked the fear of being a lonely chump. You may have never liked it, you may have never enjoyed it, you've even hated it, but good god, son, you sure as hell don't have any fear of it. Why? Because it hides your shame. You've depended on it for so long. Take a look at the playground for the most obvious examples. Every kid is scared to death of being the loser everyone picks on. They try to dress right and act right at any expense to avoid it. They never let up trying to stay hip and cool with the rest of the herd. If all your friends jumped off a bridge....you know the saying. Somewhere you wandered off the path. It could have been when you were 5, 15 or 25 years old, and maybe it was never your fault. But there you are. And eventually you gave up and accepted it. At some point in your past you gave up on that fear other cats had. And that's why you can't play in any reindeer games. Ho ho ho . The fear is mostly gone.
Me? I'm scared as a mofo. I'm afraid of dying in my apartment and nobody figuring it out until the rent is overdue and the landlord keys himself into my pad. I'm afraid of getting tossed into an old folks home with no one to visit me for 20 years because everyone I depended on for social interaction, like parents, are dead. No children. No lovers. I'm afraid. I'm shivering in my boots, cat. And I know if I don't at least try to speak, try to talk to women and try to interact with people, that's where I'm going. You still have a little of that fear left, but it's numbed. Tune into it. Worry about it night and day. Think about how miserable your life is going to get if you don't start to fear the inevitable. Fear it, kid. Cause that's what's going to happen so long as you continue to coast along the path your on now. It does get worse. Bet the farm on it.