Guys usually get confused by women who post lewd pictures of themselves, but then get annoyed by people treating them as sexual objects.
We've heard it countless times before; it is a veritable circle of rejection: A girl who wants to assert her sexuality posts a lewd picture, men react to it and immediately want to get inside her pants, they are blunt about it and get shot down without a second thought.
The issue here is that many men don't understand why that happens. A growing problem is the oversaturation of sexualized selfies and men's reaction to them. I believe that one way of limiting rejection-fallout is if men are educated as to why they fail and, more importantly, get them to understand themselves and how they actually work.
Guys, I gotcha. Here is what you do if you are contemplating contacting a hot girl.
First off, you need to do it for the right reason. Yes, she is hot, you can internally acknowledge your attraction to her. But that can't be the only reason you contact her; if you do, it will result in immediate rejection. Why would you even consider such a blunt tactic?
It sounds strange, doesn't it? But there is a reason why men trip themselves up like this again and again.
You know those girls who post explicitly sexual pictures of themselves to get a response? Like, they might have insecurities about their bodies or whatever, but like, even their selfies have the girl pressing her boobs up into the camera shot and giving you that enticing smile and seductive look that sort of screams at your dick to come and have your way with them.
Random googled picture of a textbook example
Well, you are in luck, my friends. I am here to tell you that you are totally justified jerking off to them.
You do that. Like, right now.
That is what the image is there for, it was made for a reaction, so feel completely assured that you can rub one out in the sanctuary of your own home with no shame attached whatsoever. She won't care. As long as you don't contact her for that reason, you don't tell her in any way that you are infatuated with her for her looks, you don't mention that she is hot, none of it!
Anything you say in that moment is going to be tainted by your dick... So just rub one out by yourself, feel the orgasm and imagine whatever you want...
...and then... once you are done.... look past her picture (which might be hard, I know, but trust me, your dick is not doing you any favors). Elbow your way through the eyeliner, cleavages and the kissie-lips. Once the full ecstasy of the splooge has drained from your system, check what the girl is actually saying on her presentation, check her interests, look at her likes and dislikes, take part in discussions where she voices her opinions... all this will give you an unbiased picture regarding whether or not this girl is someone you'd even find interesting at all, and you get this without any involvement from your dick whatsoever.
This difference is crucial for men, who, as pre-programmed inseminators by nature, have problems differentiating what THEY say and what their DICKS are saying. This has always been an issue.
The problem is that your dick works on a subconscious level. It is affecting your behavior and you don't even know that it is doing it. It's like hypnosis in a way; you think you are meeting up with this girl to get together over a cup of coffee and have some casual conversation, all the while your dick is steering you there to feel her out if she is a potential fuck in the future. You don't know this yourself, you can't feel it and you can't affect it. It's just a big part of who you are, it's the same for all men.
In order to find someone you really connect with, you have to remove your dick from the equation, it can NOT be allowed to influence your life-decisions.
And so, go ahead... look at her pictures and splooge all you want. You are doing it for her sake. And then, while you are in the refractory period, where you are the LEAST interested in sex (yes, men have those moments too, you ignorant fucks)... that's the perfect time to consider sending her a DM, because now you couldn't care less about her boob size and genuinely do wanna ask about her Led Zeppelin poster on the wall.
I dessa COVID-19 tider så ville jag skifta fokus på annat. Ni som har bra minne kanske kommer ihåg att jag gjorde en liten film förra gången jag bytte mobiltelefon (2014). Om ni INTE minns så länkar jag den videon här nere.
Nu har jag återigen bytt telefon och jag kan ju inte vara sämre denna gång, så här nedan kommer så min nyskapade lilla avskedsfilm till Samsung Galaxy S5; den bästa telefonen jag har haft hittills. PS: Vissa av er kanske ser ansikten ni känner igen i den här videon. Enjoy! ^^
Alltså, jag är så jävla trött på den här "Du ska nöja dig" inställningen som infaller kring jul. Av någon anledning så har folk beslutat att så fort man blir vuxen så ska det vara helt acceptabel kuytym att inte längre önska sig något på julafton. Det är liksom underförstått att du ska knipa ihop, vara tyst och vara glad när alla barnen får presenter.
Ursäkta mig, men vem i helvete har rätten att säga till mig hur jag ska bete mig?
Nu förstår jag att julklappar till vuxna mer eller mindre har blivit en bonus sak, främst om man ska följa devisen "julen är enbart till för barnen" (ett ordspråk som jag aldrig nånsin har stått bakom) och självklart så kan man aldrig förvänta sig julklappar på julen då julklappars vara-eller-icke-vara beror till 100% på gåvosänkarens pengars vara-eller-icke-vara; det är en evig påminnelse att julklappar kostar. I mångt och mycket har man trots allt blivit glad för den där näsduksförpackningen som man har fått av ens mor för man vet att det är tanken bakom som räknas.
Men vem i hela helvete har rätten att säga åt mig att jag inte har rätt att göra en önskelista??????
Nej, det ska skämmas, du ska få indignerade blickar och du ska lyssna på kommentarer som att man är en egotrippad individ som behöver "växa upp" och inte ha så skruvade förväntningar och att man ska infinna sig med att julklappar inte längre är något för dig.
Det går tydligen inte idag att se bortom den här fisförnäma muren som alla så vackert ska ställa sig bakom när man kommer upp i åren. Det går inte att se julklappar som något som det har investerats mycket tid, engagemang och kärlek bakom sig oavsett vem som får den.
Men vet du vad? Åt helvete med den inställningen, säger jag. Jag säger HÄR ÄR MIN JÄVLA ÖNSKELISTA!
...... att jag sen inte kommer få nåt på den då det mesta kostar en saftig slant är en näst intill underförstådd slutledning, men jag tänker banne mig använda mig av rätten att svara på frågan "Vad önskar du dig till jul?" liksom alla andra kan.
Stå upp, var inte rädda och berätta hjärtligt om den där resan till maldiverna eller den nya hojen som du önskar dig. Vi behöver vara rakryggade med våra önskningar och drömmar, för det här med att lägga locket på och inte kunna göra en önskelista i vuxen ålder utan att få skit för det är snubblande nära att trampa på yttrandefriheten.
Så fick jag äntligen tid att göra klart min trailer. Det här är tänkt att det ska vara en prolog till ett rollspelsprojekt som jag har. Min tanke är att jag ska rollspela som den här karaktären och följa en egenskapad personlig historia medan jag samtidigt träffar på andra spelare som har egna historier och tillsammans utvecklar vi ett massivt rollspelsscenario.
Allt i filmen nedan är producerat och regisserat av mig och utspelar sig helt i spelet DayZ. Varsågoda! ^^
This is what I felt about the whole Game Of Thrones finale debacle.
Ok, so here are SOME problems that I have with the GoT finale:
JON BETRAYING DAENERYS:
It used to be that characters needed several episodes, almost a season in it's own right, to develop a personal trait that would change their whole belief system. We have already seen Jon be soo completely about keeping his word and, though it was so painstakingly frustrating to see him remain loyal to Daenerys even after the roasting of King's Landing, I was onboard with his stubbornness; thinking "alright, fair enough, this could lead to him becoming some sort of dark right hand-kind of guy where he is pitched against his sisters in a tragic battle that will end in.. " oh, wait, no.. litterally in one single episode he goes from being the most loyal servant to stabbing his queen, not to mention the woman that he loves (!); a fact which is working even more against such a decision. This was one of those things that in a very subtle way screamed at us that Dumb & Dumber would have needed an entire season for this whole angle to be fleshed out better. But we already knew that from the last episode, where Daenerys chose to barbecue a city for no apparent reason.
BURNING THE THRONE:
When Drogon melted the Iron Throne, it was as if it was going to have some significance and have an impact on what little was left of the story; like, maybe they were going to split the kingdom completeley and found new empires or maybe they weren't going to have a king at all. It felt symbolic. It felt meaningful. But no, they just chose a new king, conveniently one that already has something to sit on. The "symbolism" of Drogon burning the throne was wasted; and if they weren't going to do anything with it anyway, then it actually would have made much more sense for Drogon to just burn Jon on the spot in anger. I mean, WHY did Drogon burn the throne? Did his animal instincts tell him that the throne, with it's jagged edges was a threat to him? Or was he, a dragon, aware of the complicated geopolitical circumstances surrounding this inanimate cluster of metal objects?
CHOOSING BRAN AS THE KING:
I laughed when I saw this. They pick Bran, to be the king. Why? For what? Has he demonstrated ANY political aptitude? Is he loved by the people? On what basis does Tyrion pick this crippled boy to be a king? Has he spoken to him at ALL and gotten to know him like he knows Jon Snow to the point where he can feel comfortable making such a decision? And why would Bran even accept this?? What happened to "I can't be lord of Winterfell, I am the three-eyed raven now", like that had some higher meaning and would bar him from the petty dealings of mankind ever again. And the reason? Is he wise and just? Cunning in strategy and political administration? No.... it's because he has a story to tell..... like.... what? If anything, a better move would have been to put Tyrion on the throne (something I was almost expecting when they brought him there in chains), he is kind, fair but also cunning and clever. He has seen the rise and fall of so many people and he has been forced to do horrible things in order to survive, meaning he has been toughened up, but he also has grown wise since his days of pissing off the edge of the world and would have been the perfect candidate. But no, Tyrion becomes the Hand of the king, again. No scene where he is the master of a Lannister vineyard in the Arbor, no sips of the "Imp's Delight" as he dreamt about.. he is doing the exact same thing that he was doing back in season 2 and again from season 7, meaning that he is back to square one... which brings me to another point....
JON GOING BACK TO CASTLE BLACK:
Boy, talk about anti-climactic. The one who returned from the dead, the King In The North, Azor Ahai (yes, I know it is a books-reference and unconfirmed, but still)... all these things that revolved around the man that was Jon, and this hero of heroes is brushed aside and basically regurgitated back into the service of the Night's Watch. I can't even begin to tell you how unsatisfying that was. Jon was this truly epic character that everybody was speculating about. Was he going to sit on the Iron Throne? Was he going to die in a blaze of glory? Was he going to ascend to godhood as a divine hero and join the eight? More to the point, something that I always "knew" was going to happen was the fact that they were going to show Jon die at some point after the Night King was defeated, as the Lord of Light didn't have any more use for him and didn't need to keep him alive anymore. It was so obvious. All through the show, we get these big speaches about "The Lord of Light is keeping us alive, why? We don't know" and it was going to be such a perfect climax because at that point, people would have forgotten about those knife stabs and the fact that Jon was just alive by some supernatural means because of R'hllor and everybody would have forgotten that, and I would have been all like "See? I knew it"..... but no, Jon ends up with the black fur again and he too ends up where he started with no bigger significance or meaning. Instead of ending on a fireworks display, Jon Snow's story fizzles out like a candle in the wind, but not in any bitter-sweet tragically beautiful fatality, but rather as how a candle is snuffed out by a hand that decides "alright, no more of that, it's annoying".
I guess what gets to me is what so many other people are already saying; this season was too short and too rushed; perfectly legitimate criticism. Why Dumb & Dumber turned down HBO's offer for a full length season is anybody's guess, but they didn't do the show any favors. As it was, when the show ran out of fundamental creative content from the creator GRRM himself, a made-for-television mentality began to saturate the last season and anybody could tell that the whole story took on a different type of life.
But I am not angry. I am just sad. I see this as the tragic downfall of the show and it paralells perfectly with how the character of Daenerys was abused and mistreated by the writers in the end; by not giving her the reasons to do the things she did (or at the very least, explaining them completely) and at the same time not giving the audience the time to understand the madness within her, it echoes brilliantly with the fall of the show. What a perfect parable. This epic TV-show that took on a life of it's own and became almost like a cult in most countries ended with a subpar finale that it really didn't deserve. The last episodes shrugged away all lose ends where the show had more or less earned something much better.
That being said, I guess I can forgive the writers partly, as they didn't have any more material to work with on the count of the books that the last season was supposed to be based on haven't even been written yet, and thus they went back to what they knew, standardized mainstream non-revolutionary television with all the typical television tropes; everything from killing your love while kissing her to having a bumbling idiot make a fool out of himself during a serious moment for cheap laughs.
The last season has all been about wrapping up story points without any regard for narrative pacing. To all except for the most meticulously inclined people, Daenerys goes insane seemingly without any rhyme or reason. Instead of facing justice or going out with a big middle-finger to anybody else, Cersei Lannister, the main villain of the show, is pancaked in a very anti-climactic kind of way. Jon is manhandled off to an unsatisfying end. Tyrion goes around and comes around to something that neither he or we want. And on top of the melted heap? "Bran the Broken", an undeserving king (not saying a bad king, just undeserving) that was hinted at having been given so much more of a responsibility than mankind can't even fathom, oh yeah, no I guess he is also king now. That whole R+L=J thing, I guess that doesn't amount to anything of consequence what so fucking ever. Yeah, that whole plot point had litterally zero payoff and was only used as a plot-constructive device to facilitate the split between Jon and Daenerys, nothing else at all.
*sigh* I'm just sad about how this whole thing ended. It is something to learn from. Do not get your hopes up too much and never make a television show based on books if the books are in danger of running out before the show is over. The resulting shift in quality will be way too jarring and will scar fans in a really bad way.
I rate this episode:
0% influenced by GRRM
100% made for television
100% Anti-climactic and unsatisfying
100% Sad (because the show is ending, not because of any of the plot twists)
Jag ber om ursäkt för att min blogg har ekat tom det senaste året. Mycket har hänt, men jag ska inte skylla på det. Jag har helt enkelt tappat intresset för bloggande. Jag hoppas ni har överseende med det.
Men oavsett hur lite jag skriver här så kommer jag åtminstone alltid ladda upp ett nyårskollage av det gångna året och här nere följer detta års flashback.
Jag insåg nyligen att försöka pricka in varje advent, julafton och nyår som jag har försökt göra ett x antal år bakåt nu, inte riktigt betyder så mycket längre. Det är onödigt att försöka skriva nånting bara för sakens skull när man faktiskt inte har nåt att skriva, så jag kommer nog inte fortsätta med det nästkommande år.
Och nu till det jag kom hit för att skriva denna gång.
Här följer således min nyårsfilm för sjunde gången i rad. :D År 2017 sett ur min synvinkel. :)
Vi hänger våra huvuden i sorg, när vi tar en tyst minut och hedrar minnet av en fallen medlem. En av mina followers (Phartnocker) som deltog i den interaktiva rollspelsstreamen blev dödad (vid 01:00:50) av aliens och var föremål för regeln om permadeath.
Han kommer att bli saknad och blev vederbörligen hedrad av en viss alkoholkonsumtion vid minnestavlan efter uppdraget. *tar av mig hatten och hänger huvudet i sorg och tystnad*
Blev utmanad i en facebookgrupp att sjunga en jullåt. Det här vart resultatet.
Är trött, hostig och seg, så det ska inte räknas som mitt A-game... plus att mikrofonen är alldeles för långt ifrån munnen såg jag nu. Nåja. ^^ Bjuder på den. Glad Lucia! :D
Jag har inte riktigt så mycket att komma med nu förutom det faktum att jag just precis kom på värsta häftiga grejen till det här årets nyårsfilm, men jag är väldigt osäker på om jag kommer hinna göra det...
Vi tolkar universum utifrån vårt egna perspektiv. Naturligtvis ska det finnas en mening med livet och självklart ska alla tas om hand efter döden av en välkomnande famn där alla man saknat väntar på en och rättvisa ska skipas för alla orättvisor och alla hemligheter ska uppdagas.
Vi präglar universum med vår egen syn. Vi människor har ett grundläggande begär efter ordning och avslut. Därför tänker vi också i vår enorma hybris att det är självklart att universum tänker som vi gör. Naturligtvis ska det finnas en gud eller flera som har gjort allt detta möjligt och dom har en plan för oss. Religioner har sprungit fram ur vårt otvetydiga behov för ordning och kontinuitet efter livet. Det är ett så mänskligt sätt att tänka.
Det har gått så långt att mänskligheten har blivit sövd till att tro denna villfarelse att den här existensen inte är det enda som finns. Kanske kan vi träffa Napoleon eller Elvis efter döden, definitivt våra nära och kära; allt annat är obegripligt.
Men det är också det som är saken.
Tron på livet efter döden är så vida spridd att säkerligen en majoritet av mänskligheten inte inser att det är här och nu som är det enda som räknas. Vi tror på livet efter döden för att tro någonting annat är alldeles för hemskt att inbilla sig. Vi väljer att leva i förnekelse om vår egen dödlighet såtillvida att vi bedrar oss själva.
Men universum tänker inte som vi. Livet handlar inte om dig och dina val. Livet handlar om att tjäna den mänskliga evolutionen. Det är allt. Existensen fortgår så länge den kan för att utröna vart vår ras tar vägen. Generationer föds och dör för att se vart allt barkar, kommer vi få stora näsor, kommer vi utveckla vingar, kommer vi en dag bli telepatiska, osv. Stora förändringar har redan skett, det räcker med att du tar en titt på din egen fot. För ett x antal miljoner år sen såg den precis ut som dina händer, då vi behövde kunna greppa med fötterna då vi svingade oss från gren till gren. Även det mesta av vårt hår på kroppen har i stort sett fallit ut, bara skalpen är numera pälsbetäckt.
Vi föds, tar ett andetag och är sen borta, enbart för att vara en kugge i ett gigantiskt maskineri som sträcker sig över eoner av tid.
Men varför ska vi bry oss om sånt? Vi kommer ju "vara" med dom som lämnar oss sen. Alltid sen. Vi vet ju uppenbarligen vad allt handlar om redan. Illusionen om livet efter döden har gjort oss nonchalanta och oberörda angående tanken på vår korta existens. Varför lösa osämjan med din närmaste när du alltid kan göra det "efter döden".
Hörrni... ni får tro vad ni vill. Men jag råder er att faktiskt tänka på häret och nuet. För tänk om jag har rätt? Tänk om du aldrig någonsin kommer få träffa din mamma eller käresta igen när dom försvinner? Det är livet som räknas... sätt din lit till det och gör det bästa av det, för när den oändliga icke-existensen oundvikligen kommer så kommer historien vara ditt enda avtryck.
