Do you think you’re special?

Well do yah’, punk?

After meeting enough girls, and having enough sex you start to feel like you’re no longer special. I mean what difference does it make who she’s fucking, a dick is a dick. There will be bigger ones going in her, and smaller ones (hopefully) within the course of her life. What makes you and your dick anything special – moreover, why would you want to be something special anyway? Does being special catapult you to a new realm of being, does your ego gain a new higher seat in the clouds?

Personally I could give two shits and a pogo stick about being special. All I care about is making sure my experience here in this life is the most bountiful experience it could be. To do this, I throw notions like wanting to be her best lover or meet the hottest chicks on the planet out the window. These sorts of ideals are only of true importance when you live in a land lead by ego and by other peoples judgments. Who needs rubbish like that? I don’t, and neither do you. What we need is happiness and enjoyment. A life filled with pleasing the ego is a life full of endless slavery.

I meet more women than I need to meet – WHY? Do I need to meet all these women to be happy, why can’t I just pick one of them and stick with her? Is it perhaps my ego that won’t let me sit down and just relax. Maybe having the title of “pickup artist” holds such a tight noose around my neck I can’t shake feeling obligated to constantly be meeting girl after girl. What’s this getting me, meeting all these women. Is it filling me with a sense of purpose, a sense of pride? The pride that let’s me say, “look at that guy over there, I meet more chicks in one week than he will in one year.” What kind of sad sadistic pride is that anyway. That’s the type of ‘egotistical’ garbage that turns good people into walking pieces of shit. And I don’t want it, no-fucking-thank you.

What do YOU want?

Do you want sex, love, relationships, money, health? Or maybe you’re like me, you’re still trying to piece this puzzle together with hopes the picture is a pretty one when it’s finally completed.

-Jack Coxwell