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Hey boys,
The older I get, the more experienced I get, and the more I focus on my visions in writing and in meditation, the more I learn about what brought me this far. I can see from now what really pushed me and what didn't.
All those motivational videos? All those words of encouragement?
Most of it was fucking bunk. Bollocks. Self-indulgent nonsense.
And this is from a guy who has played a few times too many with some pretty dark thoughts. If anyone knows the ins and outs of pushing yourself to keep going, it's me.
Most motivation is female motivation.
"Feel good!"
"You're already enough!"
If you need any proof, go on any girl's Instagram or Facebook and look at the plethora of feel-good shit she'll tell herself to convince herself that she's not as mediocre as she really is. It's vague, non-directional bullshit. Which is fine. that's what women feed off of. Their world is one of socializing and making themselves prettier.
We're a little different. Our world is about taking things from abstraction and making them concrete. Then destroying/fucking it.
We have one motivation.
"Get that shit."
It takes many forms. It can be violent - "tear everyone's faces off." It can be poetic, "Keep striving!" Regardless, it's directional. It penetrates.
But eventually, you're going to get beyond it. Except for listening to death metal or some dig swangin' rap, I don't really like motivational shit anymore. it bores me. The only one that really gets my dick hard anymore is "The Mind" from Mateusz M. And that's cuz it's Charles Bukowski backed by some Inception music. Pure eargasm.
Other than that, my favorite motivation is "Hey, quit being a pussy, faggot."
Which reminds me, men possibly do have a second motivation.
Hate.
I LOVE hate. Hate motivates me more than praise. When someone praises me, it doesn't do much anymore, because I know I'm fucking dope. I know I write guud. I know I get bitches. I know I'm lightyears ahead of most sentient beings in the cosmos.
But holy fucking shit when someone tries to troll me, I can get so pumped. Why? Because it's someone to conquer.
So, really, it's not a second motivation. It's the one and only motivation of man -
"What can I fuck?"
Then you stick your dick in it and make that bitch cum. Unless it's another dude, then you tear him to shreds....then you fuck his corpse.
Hector
The older I get, the more experienced I get, and the more I focus on my visions in writing and in meditation, the more I learn about what brought me this far. I can see from now what really pushed me and what didn't.
All those motivational videos? All those words of encouragement?
Most of it was fucking bunk. Bollocks. Self-indulgent nonsense.
And this is from a guy who has played a few times too many with some pretty dark thoughts. If anyone knows the ins and outs of pushing yourself to keep going, it's me.
Most motivation is female motivation.
"Feel good!"
"You're already enough!"
If you need any proof, go on any girl's Instagram or Facebook and look at the plethora of feel-good shit she'll tell herself to convince herself that she's not as mediocre as she really is. It's vague, non-directional bullshit. Which is fine. that's what women feed off of. Their world is one of socializing and making themselves prettier.
We're a little different. Our world is about taking things from abstraction and making them concrete. Then destroying/fucking it.
We have one motivation.
"Get that shit."
It takes many forms. It can be violent - "tear everyone's faces off." It can be poetic, "Keep striving!" Regardless, it's directional. It penetrates.
But eventually, you're going to get beyond it. Except for listening to death metal or some dig swangin' rap, I don't really like motivational shit anymore. it bores me. The only one that really gets my dick hard anymore is "The Mind" from Mateusz M. And that's cuz it's Charles Bukowski backed by some Inception music. Pure eargasm.
Other than that, my favorite motivation is "Hey, quit being a pussy, faggot."
Which reminds me, men possibly do have a second motivation.
Hate.
I LOVE hate. Hate motivates me more than praise. When someone praises me, it doesn't do much anymore, because I know I'm fucking dope. I know I write guud. I know I get bitches. I know I'm lightyears ahead of most sentient beings in the cosmos.
But holy fucking shit when someone tries to troll me, I can get so pumped. Why? Because it's someone to conquer.
So, really, it's not a second motivation. It's the one and only motivation of man -
"What can I fuck?"
Then you stick your dick in it and make that bitch cum. Unless it's another dude, then you tear him to shreds....then you fuck his corpse.
Hector
