Self Deprecation GamePosted: April 22, 2013 | |
first and foremost i want to apologize to you readers about my outburst last night. i also want to thank all of you for the support. as far as i’m concerned: as of now, the issue is dead. let’s move on. it makes me sad that we have so much animosity among the bloggers. we already have a rift between the PUA and MRA guys. LAST thing we need is to go after each other. we really do need more unity and solidarity. you disagree, cool, but at least respect their opinion. but, i DID want to point out something that i feel is VERY important.
what you read last night was a direct result to my PTSD. i go from loddy-fucking dah to complete bloodlust rage in a nanosecond. that’s what happened last night. it doesn’t excuse it, simply explains it. i work with 3-4 combat tested HM’s and when i told them what happened all of them went, “oh. you went right into the red didn’t you?” yup.
it’s damn near impossible for anyone that doesn’t have it to understand it. so we really don’t talk about it to others. i wanted to fight last night. but i’m not delusional, dude would’ve taken a hit or two then beat the fuck out me, but i don’t care. once i go there, there’s zero reasoning, rationalizing, or talking me down.
2 years ago i went home to NO to visit and work at house of shock. my mom then pulled me aside and told me something about my little sister. apparently her then husband was abusing her. as my mom went into detail, i began pacing. i was there. that’s all it took. i asked my mother.
“why the fuck am i just finding out about this now?”
now; i NEVER talk to my mother like this. my mom, God bless her, simply said, “i didn’t want my son to go to jail. i wish you could see how you look right now.” she was right of course. she then said she worked endlessly to make sure no one said anything about it on FB.she knows, first chance i’d have had, i’d have driven straight to NO, head to their house, and beat the fuck out of my brother-in-law.
as chance would have it, he works at HOS as well. while i was standing by one of the stages i heard me name called. there he was, walking towards me with his hand out. i stared at him and said, “if i were you i’d turn around and pretend you never saw me.” he turned and walked away. told mom about it, she laughed. and brother-in-law is about 6’0 and 185 lbs. doesn’t matter if you’re a big guy if you’re a pussy at heart.
what was the big takeaway from this? i had a HUGE spike in traffic after the post. i’m at almost 2000 views today and that just don’t happen. it seems we love some blog drama. i think we need a reality show called real life bloggers of the manosphere. it’ll be a SMASH. it could be all the open posters and one anon poster with his face digitized. i vote George. lol.
ok. now THIS was supposed to be last nights post until i had my little melt down. lol. let’s get back to finger painting and eating the paste.
i LOVE self deprecating humor. you know who else eats that shit up?
yup. i ALWAYS use self deprecating humor while running game. some guys would advise against it. hogwash sayeth Danny. to me self deprication show’s a woman outcome independence, self confidence (tingle crack), and that you don’t take yourself too seriously. thusly….she’ll warm up to you more quickly. we’ve seen the pictures of me, there’s NOTHING exceptional about my looks. NOTHING. and fuck you if you nodded when you read that.
i was at the local the other night flirting with the waitress’s. one’s new. when i left the table to go grab a beer (the girls were rolling silverware), the new one said, “wow, i didn’t realize you were that short.” i nodded said yeah and then, “but it’s cool cuz i have a HUGE hog.” she laughed a little and asked, “seriously?” and got a slightly wide eyed. i started to nod then shook my head no slowly and grimaced. “no. no, absolutely not. it’s fucking pathetic.” the girls started laughing and i said, “seriously, could fuck a cheerio without breaking it.” they laughed harder.
one of the waitress’s commented, “that’s my Danny.” i winked at new girl and walked to get my beer. when i came back they were still talking about it and new girl said to me, “great, now everytime i see you i’m going to be thinking ‘big cock guy’.” lulz. i told her, “thanks, unfortunately my mule wreaks of disappointment and lube.”
if i’m seeing a woman that taller than me, and well…that’s MOST of the time. at some point some will ask if it bothers me dating a woman taller than i am. i always reply, “no, the way i see it it’s my only chance to have normal sized kids.” lulzrcoastr.
THIS is why i say run game on women you see daily. eventually you’ll run into a woman you’re actually interested in and you game will come naturally. thusly, you’ll be confident and more gooder in her eyes. so-
guns -n- pussy. get’s no better than that. one of my PTSD work out songs.
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