Saturday, September 29, 2007

Cheat Codes for Your Game

It's been said before and i'll say it again that 'game' is all about state, state being basically your 'state of mind', or more accurately your internal emotional state. An example of good state is being FUN, not caring about outcomes and bringing the party.

I figured out my cheat codes for the game.

Lately i've been intentionally NOT drinking when i go out so that i can better internalize the new stuff i've been learning into my everyday self, as opposed to just my 'drunken partier' self. Feel me?

But it's hard, because my brothers-in-arms keep forcing alcohol on me. Dammit. Like last night...

What happens, as my sister puts it, is i become a 'fun drunk.' All sets open like butter, everything i say becomes $$, and the world is a much happier place. Everything i do is gold and i might just get 7 phone numbers in a night (i'm still working on breaking that personal record).

Except that i'm not working on it, because it's entirely effortless when you use the cheat codes.

My momentum is unstoppable. I might just give a girl the gaze of glory and capture her in the rapture of love. I might give them the deluxe point supreme, which has the power of granting someone momentary stardom. My heavenly nimbus of holy golden light shines to the most blinding levels of brightness, which is my favor for those who wear stunner shades at night. People buy me MORE drinks. Women grab my tie of destiny trying to understand its irresistable power. Kanye West's 'Good Life' comes on and everyone wants to dance, solely because i'm in the middle of the dance floor singing like T-Pain. A girl who acted stuck up earlier feels stupid because now she can see my nimbus. I smile at her, she smiles back meekly. I understand, and she knows it. I tell her 'it's OK' with my eyes and now she can stop standing in the corner like an idiot and party. Buster Down shows up, takes one look at my nerd glasses with tape in the middle and says, "i love it!". Our powers combine like Captain Planet and the partiers cheer us on. We have a dance off in the middle of the floor. We sandwhich 3 girls at once, we easily slapped 20 asses. One look and they melt, the pussies are moist and we know it. THEY know that we know it, and they love that they can finally stop pretending. FINALLY!! a guy that understands. I'm the chosen one, this is my party, so if you're not having fun you're just plain fucking weird. We're a fountain of value and everyone keeps coming back for more.

Bring your cups and fill them till they spill.

This is what it feels like. Up up down down left right left right A B Start. Cheat codes for your game.

This is good 'state', and when you're in it, you don't have to think about anything. The world is your oyster and nothing anyone says means anything unless you say it does. Everyone checks with YOU to see whether or not the sky is blue. It's not "it is what it is", it's "it is what i say it is." Everyone has potential to join a cult if you get the right cult leader. Everyone has potential to be a ho if you get the right pimp. Perception, cognition, memory, motivation, attitude, blahblahblah. These are all fields of psychology, and it all comes down to one thing:

The world is EXACTLY what you make it.

So be inspired, cuz i am.


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