/lit/ - Literature

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If you are having trouble being social then it might not really be about your social skills. Your social skills can be the best in the world but if you are feeling like shit and your character is subpar you wont get any results whatsoever.

Maybe you should read books on how to feel better more often. Exercise, diet, supplements, sleep. The usual.

Also you despite what the popular advice is. You shouldn't really BE yourself. Instead you should be a sort of caricature of yourself. A character in a story. There should be a storyline coded in you. And you should remember the last interaction you had with people. If you want to take this a step further you could prepare a story about something that has happened to you recently and for it to be engaging you should make it quasi-revealing, not really revealing only faggots do that and you only talk about revealing things with people you trust. People love talking when it gives them power and they gain power when they get information on you or if you talk with them about other people who you have information on(crushes, family, crisis ,money, behavior).

"I was ashamed of myself when I realized life was a costume party and I attended with my real face." Franz Kafka

also just try a lot, people are retarded and unless you dress like a complete faggot or touch them inappropriately there really isn't anything that you could say to them that would get you in any sort of trouble unless you threaten them obviously. Also people have evolved in an environment with small stable social groups where everybody knew everybody else so when your brain thinks of social risks it's thinking in those terms. But today's world is different so you should ignore your social anxiety when it stops you from doing things.

Red the book last week and I also do not think the content justifies its popularity. I already don't remember the stuff that happened, the book is really short and the pages are sometimes half full. So you do not really get invested in the characters. Also (no bitches cope) the mc just fucks all the women, like every single one he meets he also fucks.

But the thing that didn't make sense for me is the way mc feels sad about making this woman kill herself, I mean he cheats, steals, lives like a faggot makes other people sell their stuff to pay for his debts and yet he feels sad about himself.

I dont really see the logic in his development, I would imagine that a person who does the things he does would end up with a different sort of personality than a one that constantly feels bad about itself. And another thing, he just does that stupid stuff for years and its always the exact same thing and it never changes.

The mc also claims multiple times through the book how good of a artist he is and how he's the funniest person ever. And he's not, which makes you think that he's delusional but that also doesn't add up with the rest of the book.

Since the book claims to originate from notes of the real person who wrote them, it feels wrong to claim that his life doesn't make sense when it has supposedly happened but the whole thing just feels like a delusional schizo cope some faggot loser made in 1930 and some normie loser stumbled upon it and though: ''Oh wow, a completely real and truthful story of a man's life coupled with a bunch of photographs. I believe everything he wrote and it must be real''.