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It was one of those days at a store where i sat down in a chair and "saw the room" but in a negative, pessimistic way. I noticed beautiful girls walking by me, past me without a care in the world. They seem not worried about having abundance mentality, seducing whoever they wanted, and a void inside them they could not fill. I, on the other hand, did and felt down because i am considered a highly intelligent guy but couldn't crack the code of seduction in the past and still somewhat in the present. My intelligence let me down in the past, made me realize it had stupefied me in the seduction arena by making me too analytical and less of a risk taker with women. I realize this as a beautiful girl is in front of me with her grandmother, checking out the outfit she will buy. Im not angry at the beautiful women for making me feel invisible, and a bit beneath them. Im angry at myself for letting me down and not using correctly what i had at hand to my advantage. I cant blame it on my looks, style, social savvy, or even my financial status. I have a balanced amount of all those at hand. Another pretty girl walks by with her friend, she has a bitchy voice and are talking crap about someone i dont know; they walk away leaving me wondering if they didn't have a pretty face, would they feel invisible too or would they feel like the other women who are ignored by the multitude of men who dont look at them twice because the are not "hot" or pretty as them. They probably dont know much of that feeling, everyone has different experiences. Insecurity and frustration gnaw at me as the minutes pass by, i begin to feel restless and worse for being there thinking negative thoughts. I felt drained and tired. I think back to what my father said to me about his past, bragging he's had a good amount of women and him asking how come i am alone without a girlfriend at my age. He laughs, in a mocking way at me and just shakes his head. The thought ends as i see more shoppers walk by in front of me, Christmas gifts in hand. Another memory crosses my mind as i remember my one itis from the past and the bad rejection that shook me to my core. I've read constant material about how unhealthy and stupid it is to remember girls who rejected you, but i can't help it and flash back anyway. How sweet and gentle she tried to let me down but deep inside making it worse because i would've prefer it swift and cold but got the opposite of that, making me feel like a dumb child who said the wrong thing at the wrong time. I've had other rejections but this one hurt the most. The memory ends and i am back in the store shaking my head for going there again. My skills with women taking a severe blow after that, crippling me deeper into my shell. I know countless men have gone through this and are better now because they moved on. I am glad for them but my mind does not obey the order to forget. I know im solely responsible and am experiencing victim mentality because i refuse to move on with these thoughts but at this moment i am paralyzed and just dont want to fight it. More pretty girls walk by and i stand up and walk away to pay for what i was going to buy. I wish for a second i was a rockstar and every beautiful women was swooning at my feet as i walked past them. i laugh this thought away and know its up to me to fix what i consider broken in my life. Fuck these feelings. It was one of those days where i just wanted to be alone and forget the mess that has been my life.
Sorry for the rant guys, i needed to put this into words to blow off steam. I am glad to be a member of these boards and hope to improve my skills one step at a time again.
Sorry for the rant guys, i needed to put this into words to blow off steam. I am glad to be a member of these boards and hope to improve my skills one step at a time again.