The Intellect Manifesto

I remember a time in the days of yore. A time of enlightenment and wonder. I time when the claw reigned supreme in my life. In the weeks following my acquisition and viewing of Tim's Flawless Natural, I achieved much success with the claw. Makeouts, stunned countenances and grinds were usually the result. Much enjoyment was had.

But then something happened.

I don't know when or how, but the claw started to recede into it's cave as it developed a property that rendered it impotent - it had taken on an ego.

At some point in the last few months, I started thinking I shouldn't use the claw anymore because I was better than that. I mean come on, I could woo girls with my charming wit and my amazing attitude. Why demean myself to dance floor game.


When the fuck did I start thinking that?

I remember having a shitload of fun with dance floor game.

Last night was the ultimate downturn. I was rocking it on the dance floor making my own reality and having so much fun. The girls were pulled in and every time I would head to the floor we would get a ton of them around us wanting to party with us.

And each time, instead of being a man about it, I would just keep dancing thinking "Man, don't worry about it. You're better than that."

I have to remember that bootcamp has definitely improved my game, but there is no game that is lower (or higher) then any other, and going back to the basics that I was practicing before I did bootcamp is perfectly fine, as long as I remember the inner game concepts learned at bootcamp.
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