Hey yall!
What's up?
No waaaaay!
That's amazing bro!
Aight, done with that standard salutation forms. Haven't wrote a post for a while.
''Why, Bitch?'' is what most of guys will ask yourselves.
''I don't give a shit'' might say others.
''Your posts are full of nothing, you always write tons and tons of things, while most of it is just waste of your time! Also, it gets the tension up, like we all wait for you to say the important stuff, but you just keep us going, and going, and going! The fuck! I hate you Bitch! Stop it! NOOOOO! Really. Stop. Like what? You think I'm just a toy? Why the hell are you playing with me?? I'm no whore! You think I'm a whore? Am I a whore? *cries* I haaaaaate you!!! I'm going back home!! WAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Moderators! Stop him! *Chief comes in, stabs Bitch with a knife, then gets back to his comp*'' Could scream a few people.
Anyways.
This post is to express something that might help a few guys with their inner game. Here is the background (For this story, my name will be Steven Segal, and my brother will be Ken Sugimori (the pokemon gamecards badass drawer)) Wow! Even got a () inside another ()! Aight, here goes:
My brother is an awesome guy. Really. He's bright, athletic, a REAL natural. Like he gets the girl, when he wants.
He was gone the whole year to play hockey in the BCHL, and he came back a few weeks ago. First time I see him. I almost cry like a baby. Really.
Must say that all my life, I compared myself to my brother. At school, social circles, sports team, my name wasn't Steven Segal. For most people, I was Ken Sugimori's little brother. I had no goddamn confidence. Girls came to talk to me about Ken Sugimori. I was their best friend. AFC could've been my last name. Way below would be my first.
So well, he went away for the whole year, and during this time, I worked on myself. I joined the community. I read the game. I started building confidence. I was myself. Steve Segal was someone. And he kept on going higher. The a year after this, Ken Sugimori came back. He was cool, but I was cool too. He knew I changed.
So we went out, I wanted to show him how confident I was. First approach. Get a few IOI, kino and stuff, going good. Comes in my brother. AMOG me like hell. I do not respond. I freak out. He's my cool brother. He's better. Then comes back the WBAFC, first time since a year. Steven starts drinking. A few friends join me. My brother humiliates me in front on them too. I feel worst. Keep on drinking. All this shit keeps going. I feel like shit.
Going back to my room, all alone. All my emotions are fucked up. I cry and I don't know why. Look at myself in the mirror. Find a razor. I write this post today and I still have the mark on my wrist. Haven't done it since like a year and a half. What the fuck. I'm on my mac. I cry like a baby. I don't know why. I just hate myself and I'm drunk. I bleed on my keyboard. I don't give a shit. I just want to die.
So first reflex, I type
www.pick-up-artist-forum.com
Pop open the general chat. Still crying like a bitch. Start typing: I need help.
A few other guys say the same thing, start talking about what they should do... openers to test, good line. (BTW, won't you fucking STOP asking for simple questions as : should I ask her number or no? I can't sleep. Be an alpha. Don't give a fuck about her. That's the best advice you can get. I'm done now, back to posting
) Nobody is giving a fuck about me. I'm lost. I start typing what is happening. Chief signs in. Still nobody to care about my things. I'm desperate. I think that maybe i could just go walk in the middle of the street till I die.
Then arrives a private message, from Chief. A glimpse of light in my tenebrous moment. (now is the important moment of the post) Here is what he said (resuming, of course!) : Get yourself sorted out. Your inner game is actually terrible. Set boundaries with your brother. Walk up to him, and tell him : If you do this again, you're fucking dead to me. Seriously.
And I disconnected.
Felt like shit all day. Talked to my brother. Sorted things out with Ken Sugimori. Placed boundaries. He apologies. I tell him I missed him. He tells me he missed me. Still, bad emotions aren't gone, so that night I went back to sarging with him.
The night was AWESOME. Horrible sarging. Havent't done a single approach. Just me and my brother having drinks, having fun. High fived, hugged, laughed, everything. He even proposed to fight against a dude that was making fun of my peacocking (which consisted of girls sunglasses on my neck chain, pyjama pants and horrible 2$ sandals.
I was back on the track. Confidence is on top. Life is good. I am good. Sarging is good. Nothing can stop me. I love life. Life loves me. Everything is beautiful.
I hope some of you guys feeling bad understand how important is your mindset. It changes your game. It changes how you see your game. Thanks to Chief for all the advice. Love ya mate! This shit took me an hour to write. I'm happy. Very happy right now. I love you all!
Peace!
CHAT