| I was walking through an airport yesterday and I couldn't help but notice all the family guys - balding, fat, resigned to their familial role, their wife and kids with them, going on some package holiday like the unconscious corporate sheep they are, trotting down the well-grooved paths to mediocrity and dull complacency.
Fucking kill me.
I would vomit if I woke up a middle aged man, out of shape, with a wife and kids and a mortgage and a drab life.
I want to be different, to live an unusual, exciting, conscious-driven life.
I want to make a shitload of money, and to acquire status, but I also want to tap into the fun side of life, and what could be more fun and exciting than focussing on being a PUA? _________________ The “Four Fs” are the four basic drives that animals (including humans) are evolutionarily adapted to be good at: fighting, fleeing, feeding, and reproduction.
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