>>2462784>This is the best reply I've gotten on this siteCheers. That reminds me of another point: be sincere. Men like that.
>live dangerouslyYou know how you are afraid of certain things, but kind of embarrassed about that fear, right? Like heights, or dogs or whatever. Treat the fear like a quest-marker in a video-game. I was scared shitless of heights, so I learned how to rock-climb. Rock-climbing got me, in roundabout ways, most of the friends of my youth. I was scared of dogs (got bit as a kid), so I got a dog (picrel). The dog got me my wife. I screwed up in this thread and both misunderstood and overreacted to a sincere compliment. That is embarrassing, but I apologized openly, rather than skulking off or making up some excuse or whatever. Face your fears, never shirk from them. My ancestors called this the hamingja, the happiness/luck/fortune, which grew stronger if you actively engaged with your fate, and weakened if you hid from it. No matter your fate, facing it will make you happier. Thus we become happy warriors.
Of course, there are lots of bigger fears to overcome than petting dogs and talking to girls, and thus more impressive dangers to face, but don't start fist-fighting Bengal tigers just to prove your manhood just yet. Start small.
>/out/Did you know that all Indo-European peoples (probably) used to kick their adolescents out into the wilderness for periods lasting from half a year to several consecutive years. That's (probably) where we get the myths of werewolves from. You are the descendants of young men who hunted wolves with sharp sticks as a rite of passage to earn the right to marry and become men. Going /out/ already puts you so far ahead of the curve compared to the fat, entitled genetic dead ends just waiting for their extinction while watching the newest episode of propaganda on a device that they purchased specifically so it could spy on them.
