I'm working through my old flames one by one aborting missions as I am going through some changes.
And this girl I politely told that we will no longer dip our nuggets into each other, sent me a long rant which was resumed by "....you love yourself" put forward in a negative projection.
That statement had me confused to shits....am I expected to hate myself? or hold my self in low regards? I always associated hating oneself with mental illness, severe depression and unhappiness.
Sometimes women rant without thinking through the rational behind the words they are projecting. In my response to that I sent her this short clip and got a paragraph of F word filled texts.
Sometimes?
Try more like
all of the time. Women are almost completely emotionally driven.
When you pin them on something wild/stupid/batshit
insane they've said, though, they've usually had enough time to process the garbage they spewed; and given the many imprecisions in any spoken language, they'll find at least a few ways to spin some of their bullshit into seeming gold. They are also great about obfuscating the picture with appeals to emotion and a dozen other fallacious arguments ... in my experience, they're especially fond of strawmandering and laughably stupid exaggerations (e.g., "Oh, yeah, I'm wrong; I'm just such a retard compared to you and should just shut my trap. You know everything and I don't know a damned thing, so I'm 'sorry' for being so stupid to feel this way," etc.).
Because men, including me, are fucking dumbasses too, we'll eventually capitulate if the girl is otherwise awesome. My current fiance is one such person. Emotional? Oh, God. Prone to that "woe is me" and super-extremism? Double-check. But she also has a heart bigger than Texas (Yin/Yang; the people who are most easily hurt also tend to be the most simpatico). She thinks I can do precious little wrong -- HA!
-- and still, after two years, hangs on my every word. Calming her down from those estrogen-fueled reveries is tiring but ultimately worth it IMO ... you gotta weigh the pros and cons, brosephs.
Pardon my digression, Skorp. I know you're a smart dude. And you are totally right. Let's assume for a moment that what this gal said is true -- that you "love yourself."
As you said, what's wrong with that? Consider the alternatives. Love is a pretty binary thing in my mind. There are certainly
degrees of love, but ultimately, you either love someone in
some capacity or you simply do not.
As such, if you aren't self-loving, then you are, again, left with several other alternatives, none of which are what I'd regard as desirable. You could be various shades of ambivalent about yourself, and then there are all sorts of grades of actual self-loathing, one level of which tends to resort in either alcoholism, drug abuse and/or swinging from a rafter :-|
That comes back around to all of that nonsense women talk about liking a "confident" man, which they're often too stupid to differentiate from a dude acting like a completely arrogant prick. (This is especially the case with young women, like 26 and under. For dumb women, however, I reckon you could set no relative age limit; they'll still fall for a jackass at 52 as easily as they did at 15.) Where's the consistency?
I say if you want consistency and some semblance of logic, go to Vegas. You know there the odds are against you and, to some part, you can at least use math to calculate your chances of beating the house. And, of course, the women there don't require negotiation or any real effort to snag provided you've got a fat wallet. Mad money = mad, top-drawer pussy.
Or so I imagine, anyway. Before I was engaged either time, I really wanted to go to that Bunny Ranch place HBO advertised. Most of the girls there weren't anything to write home about, but I thought Isabella Soprano would be a truly wild ride. Alas ...
