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Personality development coaches will tell you happiness is about loving yourself. Like to be happy "from the inside" without the need for confirmation from the outside.
I believe this is a load of BULLSHIT. If I really look into myself and ask myself: "What would truely make me happy?" Then the answer is:
Having a house like this. 10/10 Stacies that are 20 yo and in addition to that have super interesting and pleasurable personalities (i.e. not stupid and bluepilled but kind of dark, very intelligent and very aware of reality) will kill each other over who gets to have the next date with me. They are not necessarily into my looks but they realize I am a motherfucking genious and they come from a different reality where this turns them on rather than looks but they also kinda like my looks. It's just not the most important thing for them.
So then I will go down to the garrage and it will be hard to decide. Is it the Ferrari today or the Lambo or maybe the Bentley...do I feel more like it is one of those rather elegant days today? I will probably take the Ferrari 488 Pista this time and go meet some buddys. They are also rich and they are champions just like me eventhough they are not as rich as me. When they have 5 million bucks then I have 200 million just to make sure I am the coolest dude in town. And then we hang out and do shit nobody else could ever afford.
Eventually I will find the ultimate Gigastacy that I am so deeply connected with that we agree to marry but we will not marry in any legal sense but it will be a legally meaningless ceremony which is very meaningful for us though and she is totally happy with that since she is not at all lusting after my money. She is actually rich herself and doesn't really care about the money I have. She just wants me because she knows I am a fucking champion and she wants her kids to be champions like myself, too.
I think this is what would make me happy. Not some fucking "happiness from inside" bullshit.
I believe this is a load of BULLSHIT. If I really look into myself and ask myself: "What would truely make me happy?" Then the answer is:
Having a house like this. 10/10 Stacies that are 20 yo and in addition to that have super interesting and pleasurable personalities (i.e. not stupid and bluepilled but kind of dark, very intelligent and very aware of reality) will kill each other over who gets to have the next date with me. They are not necessarily into my looks but they realize I am a motherfucking genious and they come from a different reality where this turns them on rather than looks but they also kinda like my looks. It's just not the most important thing for them.
So then I will go down to the garrage and it will be hard to decide. Is it the Ferrari today or the Lambo or maybe the Bentley...do I feel more like it is one of those rather elegant days today? I will probably take the Ferrari 488 Pista this time and go meet some buddys. They are also rich and they are champions just like me eventhough they are not as rich as me. When they have 5 million bucks then I have 200 million just to make sure I am the coolest dude in town. And then we hang out and do shit nobody else could ever afford.
Eventually I will find the ultimate Gigastacy that I am so deeply connected with that we agree to marry but we will not marry in any legal sense but it will be a legally meaningless ceremony which is very meaningful for us though and she is totally happy with that since she is not at all lusting after my money. She is actually rich herself and doesn't really care about the money I have. She just wants me because she knows I am a fucking champion and she wants her kids to be champions like myself, too.
I think this is what would make me happy. Not some fucking "happiness from inside" bullshit.
