Originally Posted by Gegogi view post
What helped me get out of the doldrums was to set serious goals and get really busy achieving them. I forced myself to hit the bricks running and do new things, meet new people and look forward.
Uhhh huh Well there you go. That would explain why you haven’t heard from me. It’s a big ol’ world and I’ve been out there tryin’ to get me some of it.
Anybody who quotes that vanished hero Tacitus is OK with me. (Reminds me that i should go back and reread the classics.)
It used to be a part ‘who’ I am. An essential part of my self image. Pheros have evloved now to a part of my ‘what’ I am. An integral part of my everyday skillset, the techniques and ideas and experiences that I bring to bear on everyday life.
I wear colognes almost every day. But pheros are now more a special occasion thing. Except A314, of course. And I can now go for days at a time without wearing my A314 and not experience much discomfort. But it is always there in that eyedrop squeeze bottle in my pocket. Usually it is just a touchstone. The feel of it in my hand reminds me, changes me. Reminds me to stand straighter, speak clearer, stride longer. And there is still a confidence, a faith that I can make things work out. To paraphrase ZZTop, ‘Hound dog barks in the middle of the night, put my hand in my pocket and I know it’ll be alright’. It works so much better than that little peice of black steel used to. When a situation arises where I whip it out, there are sooo many more options and the effects on people are almost as profound. Peoples responses change almost immeadiatly. Why would I ever want to be without pheros?
I am not addicted to pheromones. I am just heavily dependent.