I just read this post by Krauser about what he calls the "perma-chode" - A guy who is literally incapable of being the kind of man to learn how to get women because his head is permanently stuck up his ass.
I like to hope that I don't fall into this category. But it wasn't the article that shook me so much as one of the comments: Good looks, fashion and money will never compensate for a weak identity.
This defines me to a T. Over the past few weeks, and after going out several times, it's hit me harder than it ever has in my life. Taking a very, very honest look at myself: I don't know who I am, what I want out of life (other than lots of travel and women), or what defines me.
I have no sense of identity, no confidence, no talents, no interesting hobbies (I hike. Lol?), and not nearly enough of the kind of wit, ability to banter, or knowledge that women find attractive. I am not, but come across as, a generic, scared, off-brand, unexciting human being. And the worst part is, I don't think I'm interested in the things that would make me attractive to women, which would make the whole affair a Machiavellian exercise in making everyone more miserable for having talked to them.
But I'm not here to whine about it. I'm here because I would like your help. How do I fix this?