Celerity
Well-Known Member
I spent this weekend in front of a white board calculating reality, which is something that I do frequently. I have postulated a few formulas that I'm no good at posting in a thread, so I'll go over it verbally.
A retiree goes into a Casino, and chooses a slot machine as they often do: the 3rd from the right, 4th row back.
why ?
They have their "Lucky machines". It's the machine that once paid out and they won what they wanted. From that point on, they are attached to it - even though we all KNOW there is no such as a lucky slot machine anywhere in a Casino. you or I may approach a slot machine section and just sit down, flip the handle a few times, and walk away knowing that our quarters are better spent elsewhere: like the midget peep show downtown.
But this slot machine metaphor is reality for all of us when we are choosing a mate. We usually go by what gave us our first, or most frequent, payouts. brunette, dumb, likes techno, etc... And we walk by most other slot machines completely blind to what they offer, or could potentially offer.
Lots of people like to stay with Asians because that slot machine once or twice gave out the desired pay-out. Others will flip around between a limited few machines, or will immediately sit at a machine that just paid out for a friend. And more often than not, we will pump quarters into this machines as they turn up lemons, until about $45 into it it finally pays out, and we turn to our friends and say "See ? What did I tell you?"
And this parallels our lives very closely. Put that on the back burner to simmer for a few minutes.
nice guys always lose. Asshole guys get the girls. This is counterintuitive to what we think is reasonable. All women will say that they don't like assholes, but men are convinced they do. But when it comes down to it: What proof do we have that assholes get the girls ?
Television / Movies (Fiction) and witnessing asshole guys with women.(What will be detailed in the next few paragraphs)
This weekend I got a call from a friend. he mentioned that the 20 year old slut was coming around, and wanted to get drunk. So I got a chance to carry out an experiment:
"Get Rum"
"Rum? steve, are you fucking serious?"
"Yes. Rum"
"Rum makes you a royal asshole. Are you sure you want rum?"
"Rum."
"Rum it is. see you at 8"
I went out, grabbed a 2 pack of rubbers and hit the party. At the party I was asshole SUPREME. And my technique was sort of working. I was excited, so I upped the ante: Had more Rum.
Something evil happens to me when my liver switches from "Coffee" to "Maximum Strength Rum". I don't get fisty, but I do get snarky as hell. Most everytime I enjoy Rum I get in a bar fight, and my sinuses ache. I went aboard this girl. Made her cry.
I've mentioned that I only know about 4 people that have any business working with statistics. I am not one of those people. But in my calculation, I plugged in my formula for "people" and came up with a stark relation: The fact that 90% of people on the planet are assholes, then our x factor here is that the results we see will be 90% offset by the fact that everyone is an asshole.
And there you have it. Just the mere fact that people are assholes, people get women, ergo women must like assholes is FALSE. It's poor handling of statistics.
My method didn't work. I was winning at first because the first wave of Rum caused me to loosen up and treat her like a friend. I busted her balls to an almost illegal degree. And that was ok. When I made her cry and pointed out how she'll end up bleeding from the pussy in a ditch by the age of 22, I went over the line. If a little of something is good, then a lot of something is totally awesome. This behavior didn't fit that mold.
And if you know me in person, I'm about 10% asshole, and combined with my policy of complete honesty, when I tell you things you don't want to hear I become a robot asshole, enough to make violence just occur.
So here is the "Eureka!" moment.
There is NO DIFFERENCE, mathematically, between going to a singles meet and taking a walk around the block. There is NO DIFFERENCE at all between socializing and playing it cool, putting on an act, or doing super-cool things, or just playing with rattan weapons in the park dressed as your favorite Dungeons and Dragons characters with a few friends.
That bears repeating: There is NO DIFFERENCE.
Finding love, even a handjob, is purely a random act. It's a matter of chance, like the slot machines. It's a complete gamble. There is nothing - not a goddam motherfucking thing you can do to increase your odds. Just because that behavior, like a slot machine, gave you payout once or twice, doesn't mean that it will always give you payout.
So there you have it. The only thing you can do to change your odds is not to play: Staying at home all night waiting for the doorbell to ring, and having someone offer you a job / girlfriend / blowjob is obviously fruitless, unless you're on totalburnout's dorm floor. You DO have to get out of your house to play.
but beyond that, there is NO single anything that works. It's all a lie. Your chances of finding the right person is purely a gamble, a random and wierd act. The only thing you can do is make yourself available for it to happen to you (You'll never get hit by lightning if you stay in a bunker all your life)
A retiree goes into a Casino, and chooses a slot machine as they often do: the 3rd from the right, 4th row back.
why ?
They have their "Lucky machines". It's the machine that once paid out and they won what they wanted. From that point on, they are attached to it - even though we all KNOW there is no such as a lucky slot machine anywhere in a Casino. you or I may approach a slot machine section and just sit down, flip the handle a few times, and walk away knowing that our quarters are better spent elsewhere: like the midget peep show downtown.
But this slot machine metaphor is reality for all of us when we are choosing a mate. We usually go by what gave us our first, or most frequent, payouts. brunette, dumb, likes techno, etc... And we walk by most other slot machines completely blind to what they offer, or could potentially offer.
Lots of people like to stay with Asians because that slot machine once or twice gave out the desired pay-out. Others will flip around between a limited few machines, or will immediately sit at a machine that just paid out for a friend. And more often than not, we will pump quarters into this machines as they turn up lemons, until about $45 into it it finally pays out, and we turn to our friends and say "See ? What did I tell you?"
And this parallels our lives very closely. Put that on the back burner to simmer for a few minutes.
nice guys always lose. Asshole guys get the girls. This is counterintuitive to what we think is reasonable. All women will say that they don't like assholes, but men are convinced they do. But when it comes down to it: What proof do we have that assholes get the girls ?
Television / Movies (Fiction) and witnessing asshole guys with women.(What will be detailed in the next few paragraphs)
This weekend I got a call from a friend. he mentioned that the 20 year old slut was coming around, and wanted to get drunk. So I got a chance to carry out an experiment:
"Get Rum"
"Rum? steve, are you fucking serious?"
"Yes. Rum"
"Rum makes you a royal asshole. Are you sure you want rum?"
"Rum."
"Rum it is. see you at 8"
I went out, grabbed a 2 pack of rubbers and hit the party. At the party I was asshole SUPREME. And my technique was sort of working. I was excited, so I upped the ante: Had more Rum.
Something evil happens to me when my liver switches from "Coffee" to "Maximum Strength Rum". I don't get fisty, but I do get snarky as hell. Most everytime I enjoy Rum I get in a bar fight, and my sinuses ache. I went aboard this girl. Made her cry.
I've mentioned that I only know about 4 people that have any business working with statistics. I am not one of those people. But in my calculation, I plugged in my formula for "people" and came up with a stark relation: The fact that 90% of people on the planet are assholes, then our x factor here is that the results we see will be 90% offset by the fact that everyone is an asshole.
And there you have it. Just the mere fact that people are assholes, people get women, ergo women must like assholes is FALSE. It's poor handling of statistics.
My method didn't work. I was winning at first because the first wave of Rum caused me to loosen up and treat her like a friend. I busted her balls to an almost illegal degree. And that was ok. When I made her cry and pointed out how she'll end up bleeding from the pussy in a ditch by the age of 22, I went over the line. If a little of something is good, then a lot of something is totally awesome. This behavior didn't fit that mold.
And if you know me in person, I'm about 10% asshole, and combined with my policy of complete honesty, when I tell you things you don't want to hear I become a robot asshole, enough to make violence just occur.
So here is the "Eureka!" moment.
There is NO DIFFERENCE, mathematically, between going to a singles meet and taking a walk around the block. There is NO DIFFERENCE at all between socializing and playing it cool, putting on an act, or doing super-cool things, or just playing with rattan weapons in the park dressed as your favorite Dungeons and Dragons characters with a few friends.
That bears repeating: There is NO DIFFERENCE.
Finding love, even a handjob, is purely a random act. It's a matter of chance, like the slot machines. It's a complete gamble. There is nothing - not a goddam motherfucking thing you can do to increase your odds. Just because that behavior, like a slot machine, gave you payout once or twice, doesn't mean that it will always give you payout.
So there you have it. The only thing you can do to change your odds is not to play: Staying at home all night waiting for the doorbell to ring, and having someone offer you a job / girlfriend / blowjob is obviously fruitless, unless you're on totalburnout's dorm floor. You DO have to get out of your house to play.
but beyond that, there is NO single anything that works. It's all a lie. Your chances of finding the right person is purely a gamble, a random and wierd act. The only thing you can do is make yourself available for it to happen to you (You'll never get hit by lightning if you stay in a bunker all your life)
