You can change your fate

Everything in life is a numbers game. I don’t believe in luck, I believe in probability.

How likely is something to happen? How likely is it that a model will ask a chubby, acne faced, overweight, homeless looking guy with no money? Almost impossible.

What if the overweight guy pulled up in a Ferrari? His chances go up.

What if the overweight guy was no longer overweight or had acne or looked homeless. What if the overweight guy leaped several points up the sexual market ladder by lifting weights, being well read and interesting? What if he broke into a new social circle and got acquainted with the right people? What if his voice got deeper? What if he became more masculine and showed up on a date in a Bespoke suit? What if he was financially free?

Gentleman, slut shaming does not work. You can call a girl every single name in the book, you can bemoan that the world is unfair and that she should accept you for you are and not what you are, but you’ll be very very unhappy. You’ll not get laid, you’ll not enjoy life, your dopamine levels will fall, you will be depressed.

Winners are either born or bred. My household was a melting pot of constant drama and conflict. As a kid, I was diagnosed with chronic depression and OCD–poor genetics, stressed mother during pregnancy, and a very traumatic childhood.

I had very bad eczema as a kid and was constantly made fun of by my peers. Being weak and scrawny, I was picked on by the other boys who were big and tall. My teenage years were spent playing computer games and jerking off to porn. That was my escape.

I resigned myself to a life of constant complaining and negativity, believing that my life would never get better, blaming fate for dealing me a poor set of of cards.

While my life is by no means perfect–I still have a long way to go on my journey, I am largely content with the way my life has turned out. I’ve resolved my skin problems, I’m no longer skinny and scrawny. I no longer have oneitis. I pursue multiple streams of income and date several women at the same time. Using a combination of several supplements and being mindful of my mental state, I’m no longer the emotional wreck I was as a teenager. I’ve removed all the soul sucking vampires from my life and have loyal and reliable friends.

The point I want to drive across is that birds of the same feather flock together. It’s uncanny, and frankly, quite scary, but it is nevertheless true; like attracts like. People find other people they vibe with.

While you can’t pick your family, you can pick your friends and women. Do not subscribe to the myth that you can change someone. In good times and in bad, people rarely change. It is your responsibility to find the company you deserve.

Take a good look at yourself. What do you like about yourself and what do you not like? What bothers you? How do you think other people would see you? What bad personality traits do you have? What good personality traits do you have? What value do you bring to others?

If you’re not living the life you want, there is no conspiracy against you. You play the cards you’re dealt with. You can either resign yourself to your fate, or choose to change your destiny.

The world operates on a mutual exchange of value. High value women want high value men. High value men only associate with other high value men. You don’t see a Billionare having dinner in the Ghetto do you? Social hierarchies and social classes exist because of the mutual exchange of value. The rich will always be with the other rich. The poor, with other poor.

I can’t give you an answer as to how you should lead your life, this is something you need to figure out for yourself.

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