Join Date: Nov 2011
Ubermensch Day #49: Relevation
Daily Conclusion – what Ubermensch thinks:
It’s midnight. I’ve been outside in an 33 hours drunken adventure. I’ll try to write this to the best of my ability.
Using functional authority for sex. (Or maybe she just really loves me)
Spend 24 hours straight with the girlfriend that I love so, so, so much.
I used functional authority to change her mind from “No, I’m not staying overnight with you in the hotel. We’re not going to have sex” to “Ughhhh don’t stop, keep going” all night long.
What I used:
Ubermensch: So, I’m going to put my penis inside you. We’re going to a hotel after this [restaurant]
Big boob girlfriend: No.
Ubermensch: Do you have work tomorrow?
BBG: Hm, no.
UM: Why don’t you want to? You know that’s not normal, don’t act like those weird girls. [Negative association] . We’re going to the hotel, it’s what normal couples do [stated expectation + social pressure].
BBG: But I don’t feel comfortable …
UM: Fine, we won’t have sex. We’ll just cuddle and do cute couples stuff. [Downgrading expectating] Sounds good?
BBG: Sounds okay then.
*cue to hotel bed scene*
UM: Take off your shirt
BBG: Hm, no.
UM: Why? Is there something wrong. I expect you to be perfectly honest with me [stated expectation]
BBG: Well, because [reasons extracted] …
UM: Thank you for being honest with me. I like it when you’re honest, it makes you a good girlfriend [reward]. Take off your shirt.
BBG: Okay dokey
UM: Whoa, nice boobs.
Whoppee-doo, tell me something more exciting Ubermensch, even my grand parents have sex! What’s the big deal?
The deep, weird epiphany I had, and my promise to her.
Ubermensch: So, I’m going to be making $10,000 per month on the Internet. We’ll live in a condo over looking the lake. It’s just me and you, baby.
Big boob girlfriend: Sounds good.
*cue to the next day*
UM: You know, I WILL be making $10,000 a on the Internet. If I don’t make $10,000 a month, I would be lying to myself. I would also be lying to you. I feel so pressure – I can curl up in a ball in the corner and cry …
UM: or I can try until I make it
BBG: You have my support.
UM: Thank you
UM: Tell me what’s your perfect day would be like if you couldn’t fail or have any bad consequence
BBG: It would be … [her list]. What about yours?
UM: Mine would be … waking up in the morning with you, in a condo, on the 55th floor, over looking the lake . My first thought in the morning is … “Damn, life is awesome!”. I’ll wake up at 5:00 AM, before the sun rise. You would be still sleeping, so I’m going to molest you. Morning sex.
UM: … then we’ll wake up and have oatmeals and fruits. Or left over sushi from last night. I’m going to hit the gym, and you’ll come along with me. You’ll be wearing lulu lemon pants, and I’ll be like, “Hmm baby you look sexy”, and you’ll say “Oh, thank you Ubermensch”.
After that we’ll come back home and have a hot bath together. Then I’ll get to work by turning on the computer and checking how much money I made overnight. Then I’ll delegate an army of workers to do the work, because I’m too lazy to work …
BBG: But that is a type of work
UM: Yeah, good point. I expect you to work in a job that you find meaningful, and not some generic office that.
UM: In the evening, you’re going to cook me an awesome, healthy dinner and we’ll eat while drinking wine, overlooking the lake. Then we’ll go to someplace nice, like a fine arts museum, live music or the nicest mall and buy you whatever you want.
After that, we’ll get home and sex … then I’ll pass out immediately afterwards. And you’ll be like “Ubermensch, oh my god wake up …”, and I’ll be like “No, leave me alone!”
BBG: *giggle* Sounds perfect
UM: That’s my promise to you, baby. *kiss*
[epiphany] – The will to great …
My epiphany was, "If all men are cut from the same clothe, I can be one of the greatest, too."
When we have deep epiphanies, it feels real. It’s like the difference between reading about putting our hand in a burning camp fire, and actually doing it.
However, epiphanies must work in conjunction with action – or else it’s just mental masturbation. Or worse, a bravado.
Ever since Project Ubermensch started 41 days ago, I’m tunnel visioning. By that, all I did – slowly – was building and instilling the habits with a steadfast, unwavering attitude.
But what’s more, Project Ubermensch is no longer a pet project; it feels more real and consequential. I mean, what if I don’t make $10,000 a month? I would disappoint myself, my girlfriend, and my parents (Yes, I told them about this). I would also disappoint the people who read my blog.
I feel a complusion to succeed, like a crack fiend who needs his next fix.
The most I made online per month was $800 strictly from half ass attempts at SEO’d affiliate websites. To hit the 10k USD per month barrier is simply by scaling up the operation. I think once I break the 10k barrier I would have much more confident in my ability to generate money on the internet by the boat.
I know that once I hit my 10k USD/month goal, I will look back into this blog post and chuckle. “LOL, Y SO SERIOUS UBERMENSCH?”. It’s okay future Ubermensch, it’s just the natural course of things to take it seriously.
[Edit: After passing out from the drunken 33 hours adventure, I woke up, ate breakfast, and spent 45 minutes writing this ... on a Saturday]