heh. a positive attitude goes a long way. how do you change your bad attitude into a good attitude, or at least convincingly fake to employers and wimmin that you have a winning attitude?
heh. go into a jerb interview right after you bang a young qt. hehehehehe. then you will believe in your good attitude.
i still remember the last time i banged a young qt (as opposed to an old ugly.) it was manny years ago. i felt like i could conquer the world. “YEAH! THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKIN ABOUT!” I said. I wish I had a jerb interview right at that moment, I would have aced it. banging qts makes you act more confident, alpha, and masculine.
heh. i used to think the term “butterface” mean a gurl had a Fat Face. like butter, fat. theoretically i guess she could, as long as she had a great body. but she could have a great body and a bad and skinny face too.
oy vey. gotta check the email.
when the interviewer asks what separates you from all the other candidates, tell them “I HAVE A REAL PASSION FOR HUMAN RESOURCES/PROJECT MGT/ETC. A REAL POSITIVE, WINNING, ENERGETIC ATTITUDE TOWARDS OWNING THESE WORKFLOWS AND GUARANTEEING 110% CUSTOMER SATISFACTION. I PASSIONATELY OPEN THE KIMONO.”
when you say the word passion, make passionate gestures with your hands, and Modulate the Intonation of your Voice to sound really Passionate.
heh. you can see how Autists are predestined to do horribly in interviews, because it’s ALL Social Tricks, basically.
so they get jobs as engineers, and then business grads are hired to “TRANSLATE” between the engineers and the clients.
hehehe. i am just bitter because i never went to high school prom.
and didn’t sow enough wild oats during college years.
which means i am eternally Sexually Frustrated, hehehehehe. mwahahahahaha.
Wimmin do not experience Sexual Frustration unless they are Single and Over 35.
Men begin experiencing Sexual Frustration the moment they hit puberty.
hehhehe that is a great maxim.
heh. if you have friends that live 70 miles away, agree to meet them once every 2 or 3 months at a place 35 miles away where you can eat lunch or dinner or play golf and hang out for a few hours.
or whatever. go to the gym, go to the bar, go to the strip club, go smoke w33d, go go karting, it’s all about catching up with your friend who lives too far away for you to see them all the time, but not so far away that you can’t meet them halfway every couple months for 4 hours and make an afternoon/evening out of it.
although if you drink, don’t get pulled over or that will ruin your life, hahahaha.
heh. how about if the engineers can’t translate themselves, they don’t get a JOB. Capeesh?
Not to get too ruff on STEM autists rather than extraverted, talkative, nonvirgin, friend-having, sex-having, cuddle-having, gf-having normalfags!
but there are
stem autist winners who have great stem jobs, vs stem autist losers who are unemployable neets.
so the settlers is a great Business Simulation game, because it is all about Balancing. Surpluses and Deficits. Have to tear one thing down and build another thing. one thing takes a raw material and creates a finished product, which itself goes somewhere else to be finished. and each building can produce a limit of x things per hour. rates. things per time. and you can only build so many buildings. it is like playing jenga or building a house of cards. can only make one little move at a time and then keep an eye on the long term.
so try to explain these concepts to a manager without saying you played The Settlers Online. say that you played Harvard Business Simulation Game while in your Business Class.
with a gurl you are in luv with, you want to do FILTHY DEGENERATE things with her, which you might consider GROSS with other gurls. like the idea of burying your face in her sweaty disgusting crotch when she hasn’t taken a shower in 3 days, or licking sweat out of her 4ss. holy crap. other gurls, no way, but with Special True Luv gurls…..ALL DAY!
THANK GOD for all the good things in my life. about to do 3.2 mile pwalk. should check email beforehand. no dreams about grils last nite thank god. Kind of a weird dream where I drank a cup of “Liquid Opium” and got all slow and euphoric and then worried that I would be a Heroin Junky the rest of mah life, but the first few times would be good, and when the opiate hit me, i felt great, but then this weird guy started making rather forward homosexual advances on me which I did not find too comfortable! Fortunately I got out of there before he 4ssraept me.
weird dream, right, but 9000000000 times better than a dream about a gril.