A few months ago I got robbed at gunpoint. I was walking right outside my apartment at midnight; within the span of about five seconds, two cars had pulled up next to me, and two black guys in masks and hoodies with Uzis had jumped out, sprinted to where I was, and pressed their guns to my head. I had something like an out-of-body experience, and in that moment I was sure that that was how I was going to die.
They didn't kill me; they just took my phone, and its passcode, then ran back to their cars and sped off. The next day when I told a good friend, who I'd known for 12+ years, about this, the first thing he said was: "Were you wearing headphones? If you were, it's on you."
I ghosted him. We haven't talked since, and never will. Why did I make this decision? Because he would not have said this, or even thought this, if he did not harbor a boatload of contempt for me.
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How this relates to MAC:
Why did MAC lose weight? For women.
Why did MAC start a business? For women.
Why did MAC move to Budapest? For women.
Why does MAC do anything? For women.
Everything he does has the subtext of: this will help me get a woman, or this will help me get women. He does not do anything for himself. If he did---he would be overjoyed with his achievements over the last year: losing 80lbs, dropping the wagecuck life and starting a business that sustains him, leaving home and moving to an entirely new country by himself. The average guy could not achieve a single one of these three things that MAC's accomplished. And if he did--he would probably walk around radiating with pride and confidence, that he wanted X and he got X and so he's the man, and thus he'd manifest 'good game' organically and spontaneously.
But instead of being happy with how far he's come, because MAC did it all for women, and because there are no women with him at present, he whips back and forth from states of elation to despair within the span of a minute of an interaction.
In the same way my friend concealed his boatload of contempt in his interactions with me, only for it to all slip out in a passing moment--MAC must also conceal his boatload of neediness in his interactions with women, and be on constant guard that it does not slip out and reveal itself in a moment of carelessness. This is why he can't be loose enough to be properly charming over a a long enough period of time. It's not just, how can I get her to like me, it's also: how can I get her to not know how much I care, how life-or-death this is. How can I act and talk in a way that she can't read me. How do I make sure to both say the right things and not say the wrong things.
All this is a terrible cognitive strain, and accounts for his frequent neurotic downturns.
Until he fully unlearns his habit and mindset of doing things for the sole purpose of women, and replaces that with doing things for the sole purpose of himself, he'll continue getting the same results he's been getting, and he'll probably lose ticks of his sanity along the away.
This is why I've recommended taking a step back and figuring out what he wants for himself without women, or the prospect of women, or the imaginary women in his head.
They didn't kill me; they just took my phone, and its passcode, then ran back to their cars and sped off. The next day when I told a good friend, who I'd known for 12+ years, about this, the first thing he said was: "Were you wearing headphones? If you were, it's on you."
I ghosted him. We haven't talked since, and never will. Why did I make this decision? Because he would not have said this, or even thought this, if he did not harbor a boatload of contempt for me.
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How this relates to MAC:
Why did MAC lose weight? For women.
Why did MAC start a business? For women.
Why did MAC move to Budapest? For women.
Why does MAC do anything? For women.
Everything he does has the subtext of: this will help me get a woman, or this will help me get women. He does not do anything for himself. If he did---he would be overjoyed with his achievements over the last year: losing 80lbs, dropping the wagecuck life and starting a business that sustains him, leaving home and moving to an entirely new country by himself. The average guy could not achieve a single one of these three things that MAC's accomplished. And if he did--he would probably walk around radiating with pride and confidence, that he wanted X and he got X and so he's the man, and thus he'd manifest 'good game' organically and spontaneously.
But instead of being happy with how far he's come, because MAC did it all for women, and because there are no women with him at present, he whips back and forth from states of elation to despair within the span of a minute of an interaction.
In the same way my friend concealed his boatload of contempt in his interactions with me, only for it to all slip out in a passing moment--MAC must also conceal his boatload of neediness in his interactions with women, and be on constant guard that it does not slip out and reveal itself in a moment of carelessness. This is why he can't be loose enough to be properly charming over a a long enough period of time. It's not just, how can I get her to like me, it's also: how can I get her to not know how much I care, how life-or-death this is. How can I act and talk in a way that she can't read me. How do I make sure to both say the right things and not say the wrong things.
All this is a terrible cognitive strain, and accounts for his frequent neurotic downturns.
Until he fully unlearns his habit and mindset of doing things for the sole purpose of women, and replaces that with doing things for the sole purpose of himself, he'll continue getting the same results he's been getting, and he'll probably lose ticks of his sanity along the away.
This is why I've recommended taking a step back and figuring out what he wants for himself without women, or the prospect of women, or the imaginary women in his head.
