There is a Greek proverb saying (I am translating):
"What can be brought within a moment might not be brought in a year's time"
In a nutshell, the proverb stresses the significance of the moment in disclosing the potential fragility of our efforts to achieve things. One good moment might skyrocket our efforts, but one bad moment can bring everything we built down. Last night, I reached a point of low psychological energy. I ran out of fuel in the face of a rather minor challenge. What happened?
I live in a city of 1 million people and for more than a year my efforts with women were concentrated on going out at night to 2-3 night clubs once or twice a week. I talk to 5 to 15 women depending on the night. Consequently, it is only natural to meet the same people from time to time. As I walked on the street to move to another venue, I suddenly saw a beautiful woman walking together with a company of men and women. I immediately stop in front of her and say: "your hair is beautiful". She thanks me. "Are you single?" A guy from the company pops up: "No, pal she is not" and immediately another girl from her company: "Hey pal, you hit on me too the other day!".
That was it. In the face of this challenge I failed to deal with it. It hit me. It affected me negatively. I muttered something and just walked away with my friend to continue our night. But it felt really bad. She managed to impose her "guilt frame" on me. I felt guilty for.....approaching women! So, instead of replying something cool like: "Lucky girl!" or "If you still remember I hit on you, then I must have been really good at it..", I just froze...
Can you, gentlemen, relate with this feeling? Feel free to share similar moments of "running out of fuel".
"What can be brought within a moment might not be brought in a year's time"
In a nutshell, the proverb stresses the significance of the moment in disclosing the potential fragility of our efforts to achieve things. One good moment might skyrocket our efforts, but one bad moment can bring everything we built down. Last night, I reached a point of low psychological energy. I ran out of fuel in the face of a rather minor challenge. What happened?
I live in a city of 1 million people and for more than a year my efforts with women were concentrated on going out at night to 2-3 night clubs once or twice a week. I talk to 5 to 15 women depending on the night. Consequently, it is only natural to meet the same people from time to time. As I walked on the street to move to another venue, I suddenly saw a beautiful woman walking together with a company of men and women. I immediately stop in front of her and say: "your hair is beautiful". She thanks me. "Are you single?" A guy from the company pops up: "No, pal she is not" and immediately another girl from her company: "Hey pal, you hit on me too the other day!".
That was it. In the face of this challenge I failed to deal with it. It hit me. It affected me negatively. I muttered something and just walked away with my friend to continue our night. But it felt really bad. She managed to impose her "guilt frame" on me. I felt guilty for.....approaching women! So, instead of replying something cool like: "Lucky girl!" or "If you still remember I hit on you, then I must have been really good at it..", I just froze...
Can you, gentlemen, relate with this feeling? Feel free to share similar moments of "running out of fuel".
