“I’m so loud; suits me fine…”

 

 

 

As a follow–up to my previous post, I’ll say a few words.

As for that “player burnout epidemic” I predicted a while back that came to fruition?

That’s fear being the soul–killer it is.

 

See, these guys have learned new methods and techniques.

But they’re still playing the old “lonely kid” tapes in their heads.

Now, that “lack of care” idea does seem to work for them.

But that’s only because they haven’t offered anything [other than time] to be lost.

Therefore, they can be fearless.

Since nothing is at risk.

 

However, it’s also why the rewards seem to fall flat after a bit.

To put it simply:

If you’re gambling small stakes, then that’s all you’re winning.

 

Do you know why White Knights never get women?

It’s because they are encased in armor.

They are terrified to show women their hopes, dreams, darkness and everything else that makes them Truly human.

[There’s a reason male sex robots will never be a thing.]

 

Ask a woman if she prefers a knight or a shirtless barbarian.

Guess what she’ll pick, every time?

If you think the answer has anything to do with male nudity then you need to also ask yourself why male strip clubs are rather rare [comparatively].

And why male strippers choose gimmicks based on “fearless” occupations.

 

This fearlessness is also why artists, such as myself, do well.

Because we wear our heart on our sleeves.

[I’ve posted about this before.]

 

Now, if you take any of this as encouraging mangina behavior, “manning up and marrying sluts” or other such all or nothing thinking:

Then you’re as digital as the machine on which I’m typing.

And you need to stop reading my blog.

Grab a drink or two, to loosen up.

Then try again.

Third time’s usually the charm.

 

 

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