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My main point was to drop the mental gymnastics what women want. I’ve studied men in the night club and what makes them successful and this was my conclusion: dropping mental gymnastics and just being a man (which means leading, playing, etc). What every girl wants is a different so in that sense it is a mystery, something to find out and be fascinated about through direct exp and not through mental gymnastics from a safe distance. A lot of guys see girls as an enigma they can’t solve. With that attitude she is not going to work with you.

What guys don’t get is you don’t need to do anything to deserve sex and affection. Attraction is pre verbal and just being a man is enough. But the thing is you need to build this masculine presence and need to be somewhat fit and stylish. All that mental gymnastics about what women want doesn’t work; these limiting beliefs are why you don’t get any. What women want is a mystery and you should be in peace with that. The book of not knowing taught me how to get out of my head and just ~ be. It is so simple and so difficult. Just being is the ultimate pussy magnet. And I know it sounds insane and it really works.

Night game is not for reproduction. At night girls just want to have fun and they select guys on swagger, charisma and funniness. They don’t select on whether or not he can be a provider.

Frame control is important with everything. In the professional and personal spheres. I believe depression and stuff is just not being able to hold frame and letting life rag doll you. Incels are usually depressed too which is not a coincidence.

There is nothing left to return to 🫢

Hmm. You can see through my eyes right now? What am I doing?

Extreme left is like extreme right. They are pig headed. It is like talking to those people who try to sell their religion on the street.

It won’t be worse than WW2

Saying AI is the end of humanity is like saying the invention of cars is the end of horses, or the invention of computers the end of certain jobs. Yes, it is partially true but humans will need to adapt like they always did or die trying. A lot won’t be able to comply with change. That is true. Spirituality will be so key for this generation to be able to let go of old paradigms and accept new paradigms. Most people think spirituality is lovey-dovey. No. Spirituality is warfare.

Women compete with each other too in terms of looks and their other ways of doing that. For what?

Top 20% of men are the prize and they know it. Women chase them. But the other 80% of men have to chase to get some.

So I recently got a diagnosis saying I’m on the autism spectrum and I’m going to be brutally honest here .. I don’t buy it. I’m not writing this to offend anyone who identifies as autistic or finds their diagnosis helpful or grounding. I’m writing this because I need to speak my truth, and maybe some of you have had similar experiences and can relate. Let’s start with the basics. They say I’m “on the spectrum,” but I genuinely don’t recognize myself in the typical descriptions of autism. I don’t have fixations. I don’t rock back and forth, I don’t get overwhelmed by lights and sounds, I don’t have rigid routines that I melt down if broken. In fact, I thrive in chaos. I’m highly adaptive. I’m quick on my feet. And the idea that I lack empathy , the stereotype people so often associate with autism , is outright absurd in my case. If anything, I feel too much. I pick up on things others don’t. I can walk into a room and feel what people are feeling. I’ve had moments where people have literally asked me, “How did you know I was thinking that?” I’ve always assumed that was my mirror neurons working on overdrive. I intuitively read faces, tones, micro-expressions. I sense the unspoken dynamics in conversations. I’ve had to tone that ability down because it makes people uncomfortable when you see through them that easily. That doesn’t sound like a deficit in social cognition that sounds like hypersocial awareness. The only thing I do relate to is getting stuck in my head. I analyze a lot. I can overthink and sometimes get lost in my own inner world. But I see that more as part of being intensely introspective, intelligent, maybe even creative, not as a disorder. I’ve always thought deeply. I reflect on life, people, systems, ideas. That doesn’t feel pathological to me, it feels human. If anything, it feels like a gift. So here’s what I think is really going on: I’m neurodivergent, sure but not in the boxed-up, medicalized, DSM-style way they want to label people. I think differently, I move differently through life, I question things deeply. I don’t fit into the standard molds, and for a lot of therapists or psychologists, that’s just too much. They can’t figure me out, so they fall back on the autism label because it’s easier than admitting their framework doesn’t fit someone like me. It’s a way to cope with their own limitations. And that’s the part that actually pisses me off. There’s a lot of talk these days about how nuanced and diverse neurodivergence is, but in practice, many professionals still treat these labels like cookie cutters. If you don’t behave in a way that fits their standardized expectations of “mental health,” suddenly you’re disordered. If you question authority or don’t conform to their communication style, boom, now you’re “autistic.” It’s a catch-all for anyone who makes them feel out of depth. What’s worse is that this kind of labeling is often used to invalidate people’s perceptions of themselves. If I say I feel deeply for others, I’m told I must be misinterpreting or masking. If I explain that I have a nuanced understanding of social dynamics, they tell me I must be intellectualizing it, not actually feeling it. It’s like they’ve already decided the story, and anything that contradicts it gets reinterpreted as “a symptom.” I’m tired of it. I’m tired of therapists with a narrow skillset projecting their own confusion back onto me as if I’m broken. I’m tired of being told that I must not really understand people, because that’s not what someone “on the spectrum” would do. And I’m tired of being put in a category that doesn’t reflect who I am just to make it easier for someone else to make sense of me. Here’s what I believe: I’m intensely perceptive, emotionally and intellectually. I think deeply and get lost in my thoughts sometimes, but that’s a trait, not a disorder. I’m socially attuned perhaps even hyper-attuned to other people’s inner states. I’m neurodivergent, yes, but not autistic in the way they describe it. Most therapists are simply not equipped to deal with people who don’t fit their models. I’m writing this because I know I can’t be the only one who feels this way. Maybe you’ve also been handed a diagnosis that didn’t sit right with you. Maybe you’ve also felt like you were being squeezed into a category that flattens the complexity of who you really are. Maybe you’ve also seen the limitations of the mental health system and how it deals with people who are outside the norm but not disordered. People treat you different if you say you have the diagnosis so I don’t tell people. I’m open to hearing other people’s perspectives, even from those who do identify with their autism diagnosis. I don’t think one experience invalidates another. But I want to create space here for people who feel mislabeled, misunderstood, or misdiagnosed especially those of us who live somewhere off the map.

There is still this uncanny effect in the video although it might seem picture perfect at first glance. It is kind of creepy actually like a bad trip.

It is literally pea cocking. But he is literally showing his cock and two peas. The thing is, it is all about if you can “pull” it. In that case you can even wear a cowboy hat and that will work too.

@SwiftQuill I resonate with much of what you said. It’s encouraging that your psychologist views autism more as a personality constellation than a pathology. That kind of framing is helpful, especially in a culture where the DSM tends to essentialize human behavior into checklists. The notion that ASD can simply be a lens through which to understand oneself (rather than a prison) is powerful. I’m also skeptical, however, about how useful or coherent the category is if it includes traits as broad as "too much empathy" and "lack of empathy." It begins to sound less like a diagnosis and more like a poetic umbrella for difference. Maybe that’s not a bad thing but it raises philosophical questions about precision, usefulness, and truth. @Basman You make a good point about unmasking and access to support. That’s the pragmatic side of diagnosis, and I completely understand why some people would pursue it for those reasons. Still, I wonder: if the diagnosis is primarily for "fitting in better" or for securing accommodations, then isn’t it ultimately shaped by our society's failure to allow diversity in ways of being @integral I agree the broad brushstrokes of Western psychology tend to flatten nuance in an effort to produce scalable, publishable models. While I respect the utility of certain frameworks like the Big Five, they are often contextless and don't account for developmental, spiritual, or cultural layers of mind. As you said, what’s needed is a kind of perspectival integration ,models in dialogue rather than in competition. Maybe autism is better understood through a web of frames: cognitive science, phenomenology, somatics, spirituality, and even cultural critique.

I was stuck in my mental swamp, not taking action and such. But I discovered regular psychologists can't help me with this. I helped myself through meditation and Ralston's book of not knowing helped me to get out of the mental swamp and into being(real life) and start living. Not knowing is a super power because I'm a person who is curious and wants to know everything and I can get bogged down in my own imagination. Probably because I have such a powerful mind.

This is not AI

Being poor or being rich are just identifications by the mind. Last week I was talking to a guy and I was talking about a certain amount of money and I said it wasn’t that much and that poor guy told me it was a lot for him so I got humbled. And I identify as not rich but for him I came across as rich because I compare myself to people who are richer than me. Being rich is extremely spiritual. I’m not rich but I can live it because I have some rich friends and I was allowed to drive a Porsche and I had a leather jacket like Tate. People look at you very differently when you own status products. I was at the gas station and some people where looking at me like I was a predator lmao. Everybody should experience it. It gave me a lot of material to contemplate about myself and society.

To have lived life you should experience both poverty and richness to really appreciate and depreciate both. Luxury is not something bad if you have the right mindset.

Luxury is not a fixed term. What is deemed as luxury in India is different than what is luxury in California but that is a side point. A good stoic exercise is this: Sometimes I do live as a poor man: as an Indian would so to say. Simple food and no luxury. I hang out with poor people. Especially hanging out with poor people and how they think and have this scarcity mindset is very enlightening. I try to hang out with rich people too. Social interactions are a good diet for the brain. I try to talk to many different people as I can.

If this is the case why do you let your child eat meat. You allowing your child to eat meat is admitting doing what you just wrote down.

Summary: Fake Confidence Always Wins (And Why Real Confidence is Overrated) Let me hit you with some real talk that’s gonna piss off the "authenticity" crowd: Fake confidence destroys real confidence in social settings 99% of the time. Yeah, I said it. And just like fake food outsells real food, garbage music tops the charts, and Instagram models with filler get more attention than natural beauties—social dynamics reward the illusion over the substance. The Delusional Confidence Hack You ever see a dude with a fake iced-out watch getting more female attention than the guy wearing a real Rolex? Or a loudmouth club promoter (who still lives with his parents) out-socializing doctors and lawyers? That’s delusional confidence at work. Here’s why it dominates: Real confidence is fragile. It’s tied to achievements—your business, your status, your Super Bowl ring. But what happens when someone outdoes you? When your revenue drops? When you get injured? Your confidence crumbles because it’s conditional. Fake confidence is bulletproof. It’s based on nothing. No achievements, no validation, just pure, unshakable self-belief. And because it’s not tied to reality, it never goes down. The Two Audiences That Matter Now, before you call me a sociopath, understand this: For yourself and God: Be competent. Be authentic. Build real self-esteem. This is your internal world—where integrity matters. For the external world (bars, clubs, parties): Leave that authenticity at home. Social dynamics aren’t about truth; they’re about perception, vibes, and frame. Walking into a club with "real confidence" is like bringing a sword to a gunfight. Naive. Swagger: The Unfiltered Mindset The magic sauce is swagger—the art of being unplugged from group think. Most people are NPCs (Non-Player Characters) regurgitating societal scripts. Swagger means: Seeing the world through your own lens. Speaking, joking, and moving unapologetically. Having zero neurotic holding patterns (no overthinking, no fear of saying the "wrong" thing). Being in your own energy, not seeking validation. This is why corporate drones struggle socially. They’re trained to filter themselves, to follow rules, to fear backlash. That shit kills attractiveness. The God-Level Mindset Pure swagger comes from delusional certainty rooted in: Knowing you’re a child of God (or the universe, if you’re woo-woo). Believing your existence is infinite ("you’re not going anywhere"). Living in depth, not breadth—milking the present moment instead of chasing external validation. Most men are out here trying to build empires to feel worthy. Pathetic. Confidence isn’t something you earn—it’s something you claim. Frame Warfare Social interactions are battles of frame. Your "frame" is your reality—the rules you set for how others perceive you. Example: Donald Trump doesn’t debate on his critics’ terms. He redefines the criteria ("I’m the best because I say so"). Weak men try to qualify themselves in others’ frames. Strong men force others into theirs. The Death of the Provider Male The "protector-provider" role is obsolete for attraction. Optimizing for provisioning turns you into: A societal Oompa Loompa (worker bee, invisible to women). A group thinker (paranoid about perception, stuck in the matrix). A 15-year grind for results a swagger-heavy dude gets in 15 minutes. Instead, become a provider of vibes and seeds. Mental Strength = Social Strength Holding frame requires rejecting societal shit tests: "Toxic masculinity." "Be a nice guy." "You need money to get women." These are tests to see if you’ll fold into group think. The mentally weak comply. The strong see through the bullshit (like knowing a red card is red even when everyone calls it yellow). Why This Isn’t Actually Delusional The ability to hold an unshakable frame—despite ridicule, rejection, or logic—is real potency. NPCs can’t do it. That’s why swagger works: It signals higher status than looks or money ever could. For the average man, frame is the only viable battlefield. You won’t out-rich Bezos or out-look Chris Hemsworth. But you can out-swagger them. The Takeaway Fake it till you make it isn’t a meme—it’s the cheat code. Swagger > substance in social settings (but keep substance for yourself/God). Frame control is the ultimate social skill. Reject group think. Society’s rules are designed to keep you mediocre. Final thought: Babies are the ultimate swagger masters. They scream, laugh, and shit themselves without apology. Reclaim that energy.

Somebody you look up to Or try to borrow something from.. Share your pick in this thread No butt hurt or judging. Just sharing. I like this guy. Amazing vibe:

You could try it. Perhaps they might accept it and after you KO all of those whipper snappers that might be your ticket to fame.