Kenyan West
lazy fba philly nikka,
32. No kids, not flabby and sick, good gig, etc.
Throughout my twenties, I drunkenly did the party life thing while learning slowly how to be the confident/charming man I am today after a shyt load of embarrassing trial and error.
I didn't really come in my own with women until my late twenties and I thank my lucky stars that I didn't slip up and impregnate some piss poor thot early like my friends. Having children in my twenties would have been a disaster and I laugh in the face of any person who go full "you don't want to be a old daddddyyyy!!" on me.
I used to be jealous of their lives in our twenties and I now realize that they may have wives now, they may have kids, but these nikkas ain't really that happy.
They're hella restricted, hella bored and cheat on their wives at the drop of a hat.
To be fair though, some guy in this thread said that men over thirty without children or a solid stable chick are often depressed in some way, and I can admit that that can be true.
I have all these toys (pause) and disposable income. I can binge watch shows every day or play video games to my hearts content. I can go to random shows or happy hour or travel at the drop of a hat. I can meet a new woman and play house for a couple days/weeks.
But real shyt, some of my darkest moments in life came from not ever having a quality woman who gets me. Coming home to noone. Being with someone that I truly care about in public and not just some chick who's throat I fukk with reckless abandon and chuck like trash.
When you're 30+ and "got it together," you just can't help but raise your standards. And youll quickly discover that 80% of women who throw themselves at you ain't up to par. Especially in their thirties.
Im not going to delude myself.. Even though I'll never be flabby and sick or broke, I'm scared of the man I'll become if I reach 35+ in the same predicament. I assume that by then the darkness will fully consume me and I'll make some decisions that will be very detrimental to my existence.
In the past two months, I've been on more dates than I've ever been on in my life. Don't get me wrong, the bachelor lifestyle is great, but I recommend that we all have an exit plan in the back of our minds at all times.
Throughout my twenties, I drunkenly did the party life thing while learning slowly how to be the confident/charming man I am today after a shyt load of embarrassing trial and error.
I didn't really come in my own with women until my late twenties and I thank my lucky stars that I didn't slip up and impregnate some piss poor thot early like my friends. Having children in my twenties would have been a disaster and I laugh in the face of any person who go full "you don't want to be a old daddddyyyy!!" on me.
I used to be jealous of their lives in our twenties and I now realize that they may have wives now, they may have kids, but these nikkas ain't really that happy.
They're hella restricted, hella bored and cheat on their wives at the drop of a hat.
To be fair though, some guy in this thread said that men over thirty without children or a solid stable chick are often depressed in some way, and I can admit that that can be true.
I have all these toys (pause) and disposable income. I can binge watch shows every day or play video games to my hearts content. I can go to random shows or happy hour or travel at the drop of a hat. I can meet a new woman and play house for a couple days/weeks.
But real shyt, some of my darkest moments in life came from not ever having a quality woman who gets me. Coming home to noone. Being with someone that I truly care about in public and not just some chick who's throat I fukk with reckless abandon and chuck like trash.
When you're 30+ and "got it together," you just can't help but raise your standards. And youll quickly discover that 80% of women who throw themselves at you ain't up to par. Especially in their thirties.
Im not going to delude myself.. Even though I'll never be flabby and sick or broke, I'm scared of the man I'll become if I reach 35+ in the same predicament. I assume that by then the darkness will fully consume me and I'll make some decisions that will be very detrimental to my existence.
In the past two months, I've been on more dates than I've ever been on in my life. Don't get me wrong, the bachelor lifestyle is great, but I recommend that we all have an exit plan in the back of our minds at all times.
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