I should be sleeping, but my sleeping pattern is fucked. Whatever.
There’s a definitive line between confidence and cockiness.
I know a lot of cocky bastards. The ones I know are the ones that use girls, and don’t necessarily have anything to offer in the long-term. Short-term, they’ll make you feel good, fuck you for a week, and move on to the next fling. They can approach a girl and shower her with flattery and half-truths.
That goes for the cocky bastards I know.
Then, there’s confidence. Right now, I have a pretty quiet confidence. I like drinking at the bar, and I can be alone with no problem. I’d like to develop a more outward confidence.
I’m confident in the fact that I’m a long-term catch. I give massages that turn women into Jell-O; I can mix a really good cocktail; I’m a songwriter; I have great penmanship; I dress well; as of last week, I am drug-free; I have a sharp sense of humor; I’m well-spoken; I’m sincere and honest. These are things that I am very confident about.
I’d just like to be a bit more outward about it, you know? I mean, in the real world. Does anyone have any tips?
“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.”—Sylvia Plath (flourhoneymilk) (via bellavita)