zar04
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- Sep 7, 2023
Hey all , this is my log. Btw; you’re about to witness what amphetamine and mental illness look like.
TLR - i’ve completely gone all in - i’m going to use all available moral and immoral means to get money; roids to max out my phyisque and to change my mentality and i’m going to copy the 9 girls in 6 weeks plan with superboost; if i can’t get laid doing this than its to jump into the abyss. I am doing this because if i succeed i reach escape velocity and my life can snowball into what i’ve always wanted to be and my misery can be over. If not; i can say i gave it my all and die with the knowledge that I wasn’t a fucking pussy. However im doing so much that theres no way this realistically won’t work. This is so fucking overkill but i need that right now.
Anyways;
I’ve lived a life of fucking constant escapism, dissociation and coping.
You don’t even know how many lies you tell yourself until you stop for a moment…and really begin to question… “wow i actually fucking believe this is normal”
Other guys my age are enjoying their lives; dating girls being fucking normal.
Here i am - some giga sperg who needs a fucking a 3 phase differential equation to put figure out how to fuck a bitch.
I’ve seen my self time over time do the same fucking sabotaging behaviours - everytime i had an opportunity to ask a girl i’d pussy out.
The few dates i’d get; i wouldn’t go on. Because i was a fucking pussy. If you ever doubt your intelligence; watch how cunningly your own mind manipulates you into doing the fucking wrong thing. I once went and did a 3 FUCKING HOUR GYM WORKOUT instead of being ready to catch the correct bus to my date location.
Clearly; theres something wrong with my brain. Theres a fucking defect in there. Pussy doesn’t seem to be the natural result of whatever thoughts my brain seems to make. Which is why im going for the nuclear plan.
I have nothing to live. My life is devoid of meaning all my friends don’t really care about me ; nothings fun. I don’t have any great causes; any purposes. I don’t engage in any art anymore. And this fucking plague of “why am i still a virgin” hangs over me. Im done. Either i’m going to get fucking laid 10 times within these 12 months - or I die.
Comfort is no longer a fucking option. I decieved myself into thinking i’d made progress when I actually hadn’t. Imagine for a second that a guy who’s main purpose is getting laid hadn’t made as much as a fucking approach in a girl in two years?
Who hasn’t even had a date that isn’t terrible?
These fucking results making me so fucking disgust at my weak fucking beta inferior fucking self that it just makes me wanna throw away all my old ways of thinkings; my old values my old humour my old morality and i wanna just go in for one fucking cavalry charge that either leads me to victory or death.
Thus is the price of being a male. Masculinity is defined by sacrifice. Amongst all the highest sacrifices; reigns supreme the sacrifice of one’s security for the chance of one freedom. And for me it’s not even really about the fucking pussy. It’s about the freedom of knowing i have choice. To be free from feeling like a fucking cuck - to be constantly daydreaming snd just fucking wishing my life wasn’t so fucking pathetic.
In concrete terms - here are my plans. Also pls don’t ban me for the utter fucked upness im about to write. To any feds reading this; this forumn isnt responsible for any fucking thing - especially this totally hypothetical plan.
Weeks 1-4 : money making phase; transfer to monero and transfer monero to cash. Atleast a couple Gs for my purposes.
Side goals: rent dslr camera w lens; tripod and remote shutter begin taking photos nd gaining expertise in portraits.
Reading goals; study the photos of ppl on this forum; test out ideas for photo shoot and experiment.
Weeks 5-12 looks overdrive + destroying the OLD competition
After money has been acquiried; the fun begins.
1) buy hella nice clothes: leather jackets; bigger chain, stan smiths collogne some tommy hilfigher a better puffer and some skincare products too.
2) take nice asf photos w these better clothes: note to self - dont smoke, jerk off or take hot showers during this period.
Edit the photos in lightroom so you don’t look mentally ill.
Take 25mg of dbol a day (weeks 1-6) and 100mg of test prop EOD (weeks1-8);
Eat 5500 calories a day to reach 80kg 10%bf
3) create a new tinder & hinge acc using my burner phone; upload the new photos ; buy tinder plat and hinge X and begin boosting:
20 times a week on tinder + 30 superlikes a week (4 times a day; 2 3 hour super boosts on friday/sat)
Like 15 times a day on hinge (fuck hinge)
4) reply to every fucking ganga that come my way and set up dates as soon as possible with them - fuck all the get to know you convo; screen for the girls who actually want to fuck; use the saved time to message more girls.
5) go on every fucking date that you get; rent an airbnb for like a couple of days snd just stack fucking dates on those days; ask every girl you go out with if they want to come back to apartment. When they come back - drink 5 more standard drinks and just fucking escalate.
6) rinse and repeat; get better photos optimize funnel; get more ballsy with the escalation
7) finally go to therapy without feeling like a cuck (im not kidding about this; there hasn’t been a case of bitchless types who go to therapy getting better; they’re taught how to fucking cope with needing to fuck their right hand every night ad how to “appreciate feminism” and make “female friends” - i need to be able to find a therapist that won’t fucking gaslight me and if i’m not desperate for sex; i wont be controlled and manipulated by some fucking therapist. My lack of neediness will allow me to find the truth about what is wrong with me. And it will all get better.
This seems fucking insane. But see it all makes sense.
Get laid through hookups => non needy => more attractive to hotter girls; who are swarmed with guys trying to fucking impress her => date hotter girls => even less needy => have such an abundance that i can get pussy whenever i want through fwb’s => don’t feel like a fucking salesman when i talk to a girl; legitimately ok with her rejecting me; honestly going for interpersonal connection => find an honest connection with a high quality wonen who i actually fucking like => healhy relationship; kids fatherhood and no more cynicism about women - and no more fucking loneliness - i can actually enjoy my life. I can just sit there; in a room without fucking contemplating why I can’t get laid.
And you guys get to see my progress, failure and realizations with me!
This also forces me to be very fucking accountable. No more pussying around. If i said something there more fucking consequences attachted to not doing. Namely; if I don’t and that’s why this fails - I die. Thus i must do.
i’m not in the mood for waiting. I wanr these results now. Fuck waiting to bulk. Fuck working for 18$ an hour too. I’ve got little to lose. Im ready to break the fucking rules and finally enjoy life. I don’t care what happens. If i die or get arrested in the process - so be it. I’m more afraid of not doing enough. Many want this; who want this enough to confront ethics themselves in getting it?
If the rules aren’t serving you - do not serve the rules ; serve yourself. And this is exactly what i plan to do.
I honestly can’t wait to get fucking started. I get my drivers license in about 2 weeks time. And then - with the ability to go distances for pussy (and the ability to bring girls back to fuck in the car) - this plan begins.
It’s all so stupidly risky and exciting at the same time; no matter what happens i dodge mediocrity. And looking at my chances i just might actually win.
I’ll post updates here but for the next 2 weeks i’ll likely be silent.
TLR - i’ve completely gone all in - i’m going to use all available moral and immoral means to get money; roids to max out my phyisque and to change my mentality and i’m going to copy the 9 girls in 6 weeks plan with superboost; if i can’t get laid doing this than its to jump into the abyss. I am doing this because if i succeed i reach escape velocity and my life can snowball into what i’ve always wanted to be and my misery can be over. If not; i can say i gave it my all and die with the knowledge that I wasn’t a fucking pussy. However im doing so much that theres no way this realistically won’t work. This is so fucking overkill but i need that right now.
Anyways;
I’ve lived a life of fucking constant escapism, dissociation and coping.
You don’t even know how many lies you tell yourself until you stop for a moment…and really begin to question… “wow i actually fucking believe this is normal”
Other guys my age are enjoying their lives; dating girls being fucking normal.
Here i am - some giga sperg who needs a fucking a 3 phase differential equation to put figure out how to fuck a bitch.
I’ve seen my self time over time do the same fucking sabotaging behaviours - everytime i had an opportunity to ask a girl i’d pussy out.
The few dates i’d get; i wouldn’t go on. Because i was a fucking pussy. If you ever doubt your intelligence; watch how cunningly your own mind manipulates you into doing the fucking wrong thing. I once went and did a 3 FUCKING HOUR GYM WORKOUT instead of being ready to catch the correct bus to my date location.
Clearly; theres something wrong with my brain. Theres a fucking defect in there. Pussy doesn’t seem to be the natural result of whatever thoughts my brain seems to make. Which is why im going for the nuclear plan.
I have nothing to live. My life is devoid of meaning all my friends don’t really care about me ; nothings fun. I don’t have any great causes; any purposes. I don’t engage in any art anymore. And this fucking plague of “why am i still a virgin” hangs over me. Im done. Either i’m going to get fucking laid 10 times within these 12 months - or I die.
Comfort is no longer a fucking option. I decieved myself into thinking i’d made progress when I actually hadn’t. Imagine for a second that a guy who’s main purpose is getting laid hadn’t made as much as a fucking approach in a girl in two years?
Who hasn’t even had a date that isn’t terrible?
These fucking results making me so fucking disgust at my weak fucking beta inferior fucking self that it just makes me wanna throw away all my old ways of thinkings; my old values my old humour my old morality and i wanna just go in for one fucking cavalry charge that either leads me to victory or death.
Thus is the price of being a male. Masculinity is defined by sacrifice. Amongst all the highest sacrifices; reigns supreme the sacrifice of one’s security for the chance of one freedom. And for me it’s not even really about the fucking pussy. It’s about the freedom of knowing i have choice. To be free from feeling like a fucking cuck - to be constantly daydreaming snd just fucking wishing my life wasn’t so fucking pathetic.
In concrete terms - here are my plans. Also pls don’t ban me for the utter fucked upness im about to write. To any feds reading this; this forumn isnt responsible for any fucking thing - especially this totally hypothetical plan.
Weeks 1-4 : money making phase; transfer to monero and transfer monero to cash. Atleast a couple Gs for my purposes.
Side goals: rent dslr camera w lens; tripod and remote shutter begin taking photos nd gaining expertise in portraits.
Reading goals; study the photos of ppl on this forum; test out ideas for photo shoot and experiment.
Weeks 5-12 looks overdrive + destroying the OLD competition
After money has been acquiried; the fun begins.
1) buy hella nice clothes: leather jackets; bigger chain, stan smiths collogne some tommy hilfigher a better puffer and some skincare products too.
2) take nice asf photos w these better clothes: note to self - dont smoke, jerk off or take hot showers during this period.
Edit the photos in lightroom so you don’t look mentally ill.
Take 25mg of dbol a day (weeks 1-6) and 100mg of test prop EOD (weeks1-8);
Eat 5500 calories a day to reach 80kg 10%bf
3) create a new tinder & hinge acc using my burner phone; upload the new photos ; buy tinder plat and hinge X and begin boosting:
20 times a week on tinder + 30 superlikes a week (4 times a day; 2 3 hour super boosts on friday/sat)
Like 15 times a day on hinge (fuck hinge)
4) reply to every fucking ganga that come my way and set up dates as soon as possible with them - fuck all the get to know you convo; screen for the girls who actually want to fuck; use the saved time to message more girls.
5) go on every fucking date that you get; rent an airbnb for like a couple of days snd just stack fucking dates on those days; ask every girl you go out with if they want to come back to apartment. When they come back - drink 5 more standard drinks and just fucking escalate.
6) rinse and repeat; get better photos optimize funnel; get more ballsy with the escalation
7) finally go to therapy without feeling like a cuck (im not kidding about this; there hasn’t been a case of bitchless types who go to therapy getting better; they’re taught how to fucking cope with needing to fuck their right hand every night ad how to “appreciate feminism” and make “female friends” - i need to be able to find a therapist that won’t fucking gaslight me and if i’m not desperate for sex; i wont be controlled and manipulated by some fucking therapist. My lack of neediness will allow me to find the truth about what is wrong with me. And it will all get better.
This seems fucking insane. But see it all makes sense.
Get laid through hookups => non needy => more attractive to hotter girls; who are swarmed with guys trying to fucking impress her => date hotter girls => even less needy => have such an abundance that i can get pussy whenever i want through fwb’s => don’t feel like a fucking salesman when i talk to a girl; legitimately ok with her rejecting me; honestly going for interpersonal connection => find an honest connection with a high quality wonen who i actually fucking like => healhy relationship; kids fatherhood and no more cynicism about women - and no more fucking loneliness - i can actually enjoy my life. I can just sit there; in a room without fucking contemplating why I can’t get laid.
And you guys get to see my progress, failure and realizations with me!
This also forces me to be very fucking accountable. No more pussying around. If i said something there more fucking consequences attachted to not doing. Namely; if I don’t and that’s why this fails - I die. Thus i must do.
i’m not in the mood for waiting. I wanr these results now. Fuck waiting to bulk. Fuck working for 18$ an hour too. I’ve got little to lose. Im ready to break the fucking rules and finally enjoy life. I don’t care what happens. If i die or get arrested in the process - so be it. I’m more afraid of not doing enough. Many want this; who want this enough to confront ethics themselves in getting it?
If the rules aren’t serving you - do not serve the rules ; serve yourself. And this is exactly what i plan to do.
I honestly can’t wait to get fucking started. I get my drivers license in about 2 weeks time. And then - with the ability to go distances for pussy (and the ability to bring girls back to fuck in the car) - this plan begins.
It’s all so stupidly risky and exciting at the same time; no matter what happens i dodge mediocrity. And looking at my chances i just might actually win.
I’ll post updates here but for the next 2 weeks i’ll likely be silent.