How About Some Clubbing Talk
BabyDoc
Wayfaring Stranger
I’m definitely in a manic depressive cycle so be warned.
About five or six months ago I made it back to one of my favorite clubs after the Coof fiasco. It had been more than three and a half years since I stepped inside and I was immediately and warmly welcomed back. Very much a “Norm” moment of true excitement.
I was mobbed by old friends and new. Drinks all around on me. The stage was filled with lovely young girls vying for my attention and a good music selection played at a volume that didn’t drive me out into the street. After a while I had an epiphany. I was happy. Very happy. I felt like I was right where I belonged like a pig wallowing in shit. No one knew where I was. No phones or other electronic devices. Just cold beer and hot women.
Fast forward to Monday night and I’m back at that club for the first time since my previous visit. Only now I feel like that guy that doesn’t know when to leave the party. What a pathetic feeling.
I don’t know whether to make one last nostalgic visit this coming Saturday or whether I should probably do the right thing and never go back. So it’s self-respect or nostalgia. Either way I don’t think I’ll ever be back there in the future. There is a season for all things I guess.
About five or six months ago I made it back to one of my favorite clubs after the Coof fiasco. It had been more than three and a half years since I stepped inside and I was immediately and warmly welcomed back. Very much a “Norm” moment of true excitement.
I was mobbed by old friends and new. Drinks all around on me. The stage was filled with lovely young girls vying for my attention and a good music selection played at a volume that didn’t drive me out into the street. After a while I had an epiphany. I was happy. Very happy. I felt like I was right where I belonged like a pig wallowing in shit. No one knew where I was. No phones or other electronic devices. Just cold beer and hot women.
Fast forward to Monday night and I’m back at that club for the first time since my previous visit. Only now I feel like that guy that doesn’t know when to leave the party. What a pathetic feeling.
I don’t know whether to make one last nostalgic visit this coming Saturday or whether I should probably do the right thing and never go back. So it’s self-respect or nostalgia. Either way I don’t think I’ll ever be back there in the future. There is a season for all things I guess.
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There's a sort of range to this. When a guy is particularly victorious in life--however defined by that man's own subconscious and genuine desires based on his life goals--his mojo is high. A winner's profile generally has a lot of testosterone, and he's generally going to want to do something as a result of this.
Big-dick energy, god damn stud, call it what you will- a lot of women seem hard-wired to pick up on this. As you can imagine, visiting a club like this can make for seriously good times (or a spiced up civvie sex life as long as this mindset persists).
For me, when I'm sufficiently far away from this mentality (meaning I don't feel particularly "victorious", as defined by my own subconscious), any club visits or initiating sex with a girlfriend or fwb becomes sub-par or even semi-awkward (at least when compared to the "peak" winner's mentality).
TLDR: what FLAP3000 said -- if you're out of it, start working your way back towards a winner's mentality. Go and "win" some more. It'll often do the trick.
Examples (varies from person to person, as it's often self-defined by your own values):
- any form of strenuous exercise / gym (but with micro-goals); successfully hitting a # rep / weight target counts as a small win for folks (enough of these will put your mind and body back into a victor's mentality, since they are a bunch of consecutive "wins", however small)
- vanilla hobbies; incremental mastery of an instrument, achieving hyper-focused flow state when building something or creating art can do similar things for your mentality
If you find yourself feeling pretty low- for the love of christ, stop masturbating to porn. Too much can easily lower your testosterone level over time.