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Arnaut
 
 I am currently at an impasse.

I have relatively-bad logistics: I live in a very quiet area of a university suburb, in an extremely quiet building. I am constantly occupied with school obligations, and so seldom have time to devote solely to cold approaching.

The major city center, which is decent for pleasant girlies, is over an hour away by public transit. And public transit shuts down before the clubs close. AND the clubs here are all around $20 in cover, much more than can be tolerated given my student budget. ANNND I would stick to street game, but I live in an extremely cold part of the country, and therefore that's a pointless venture.

There are plenty of cute girls in my classes, however I find that isolating them and pushing for meetups has been slightly difficult. People aren't very social, from what I've seen: rushing to and from class in the sparse breaks between sessions, and then promptly scurrying away to their off campus homes. Mildly distressing. 

To make all of this worse: I live in a new city, as of the past two months, and know no-one hear. I am homesick of my social circle; though they are not 'vital', close friends do wondrous things for ones psyche and emotional wellbeing. I'm socially isolated.

YET, DESPITE ALL OF THESE BURDENS, THERE'S THIS STUBBORN FUCKING BADASS GLEAMING CORE THAT UTTERS 'FUCK THAT SHIT' LIKE A MANTRA, AND WILL BE UTTERING IT FOR THE REST OF TIME.

Sometimes, it's easy to allow for your external situations to define your internal reality, especially when things get rather oppressive. Ultimately, the fucking real parts cannot be denied, only frustrated. You can't stomp this shit out.

After I'm finished with my degree, I'm devoting all of my waking efforts to master this game.
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