The Key to Inhuman Confidence

RECLAIMING THE MAN YOU BURIED TO FIT IN

You’re not pussy by nature. You are “shy,” “introverted,” or “unconfident” through the filters of your own cage.

Those filters were secretly and subliminally installed in your brain before you could even talk, and then nothing changed. School taught you to be a humble, trouble-free, good employee of a boss who has you under his thumb. And now you’re sitting in a building for eight hours every day, where you apologize for mistakes that aren’t yours.

Let me tell you a story…

I was standing in front of the money exchange to buy an autonomy for my next adventure, the language there is so incomprehensible, so I wasn’t certain how to pronounce their currency until the last second.

While I was leaving this place, a random guy with a game-graphic t-shirt and fucking chips in his hand accosted me. I was in leanen creamy pants and a black wife-beater, my body assumed him as an intruder, so it was ready for everything, my eyes remained calm but got sharper.

He began with a compliment about my physique, and he automatically started talking about the gym / calistenics and diet as if he were an expert.

This conversation didn’t have an end goal.

This twenty-something guy didn’t want my money or a cigarette. He just felt like talking to somebody, so he executed.

One minute in. I could fucking bet that he must be fucking drunk because nobody has the balls to actually keep that awkward conversation for that long.

I wasn’t active in this interaction. I was in my mind. I was reading to him and let him talk.

I knew he wasn’t a regular drinker, but something in his brain cracked.

Three more bullshit sentences about “his prime,” and then silence.

Four seconds of uncomfortable silence with strong eye contact made their job.

He stopped talking about some fucking tripe in oil with maximum convenience, and he realised I knew that he wanted to tell me something.

He tried to offer me a chip, but after a while, he got to the point. I could see how percentages disappeared from his brain in real time. He dropped his tone and began to speak much more quietly. He told me about that day she broke up with him, he showed me the contents of the plastic bag he was holding in his hand with a smile on his face.

There was a four-pack of the cheapest beer that smelled of homelessness and half a liter of vodka.

While nervously laughing, he spat out, “That’s round two! haha.”

I stopped that free therapy session with a “good luck” and a smirk on my face.

He thanked me, shook my hand three times in 10 seconds, and went to drink this stuff alone with voice messages from his ex on his headphones.

I didn’t give a single fuck about the words he was saying. I was too much in my mind as alcohol washes away the filters from his tongue.

There is a lesson in this story.

You have that inner confidence, but your filters on your tongue are blocking it.

You try to escape from reality as much as you can. Seating for ten minutes with your own thoughts would fucking kill you.

So you scroll, you watch serials, and you drink.

And only now, when you’re hammered as a 17-year-old girl with depression and daddy issues, at a local club party, you’re out of your filters.

Only then, when you don’t have awareness of reality around you.

You feel indestructible, you can talk to anyone without any stress, you can take off your pants in the middle of the dance floor, and you won’t even feel people’s stares or hear their laughter.

And the strategy is not to become an alcoholic fuck without any ambitions.

The goal is to achieve that state without alcohol.

How to do that?

#1 Self concept // you either built it based on God complex or on lack of knowledge.

Psychocybernetics claims that your projection of reality is merely a reflection of your mind.

And the universe doesn’t give a shit about established rules by humans.

The only truth in this universe is YOUR truth.

If you think about yourself as a loser. - No wonder why your life sucks.

And if you think about yourself as a magnetic Playboy. - No wonder why you can’t get rid of pussys.

Until your actions match your thoughts, you’re a creator, not only a player.

You don’t understand how big you can become.

The system souked from you, your mental balls, and your perception of reality is based on surviving.

For your whole life, you focused on negatives that you didn’t have even control over. So you created life worth apologizing for.

You have God’s spark in your chest.

And once you understand that, and you pour gasoline on it.

You’ll be unrecognizable.

You must first change your personality to actually change your life.

At the beginning, you’ll have to act.

You’ll have to build that “discipline” for the first couple of days until it becomes your new personality.

Now take your damn action:

Think about your goals (health, wealth, and relationships) and assume who you need to become to achieve those standards.

I stressed: “Who” and “standards,” not by accident.

Who: We don’t achieve our goals; we achieve personalities who are capable of holding those goals.

Standards: We’re not the best version of ourselves that we can imagine. We are the worst versions of ourselves that we can accept.

Most guys don’t even realise that they’re playing the game of life.

They are gambling their inner fire away and then going to psychology with a soy latte in their left hand for life advice.

They know that they’ve lost something, something that improtant that now they can’t breath without it. Their wives look at them with shame on their faces. And their children look at them with the pain that they radiate.

And the strategy I gave you today is a breakthrough for it.

-Ruth