Yeah you, the "Real World" guy. You may be a virgin and a shit-talker, but I can assure you that at your age, Poppa Cesspool was more of a virgin and more of a shit-talker than you could ever hope to be. So let me break it down: The key to self-actualizing, Andrew, is to *almost* get in some fistfights. Skeeving people out with petty lies and sexual non-sequiturs is boring. Confusing them to the point of near-violence, however, is art. If you're truly a genius, you'll be so gross that you're hot, so full of shit that dudes will find you dangerous. Oh yeah, I forgot one thing: LEARN FROM THE RAPPERS: It doesn't hurt to surround yourself with a posse of freaks. This delightful-loner stuff is a dead-end street. You'll actually get punched one day, because the perpetrators will not fear retribution. And getting punched is not art.
It's possible that all of this advice will be moot because of some plot-twist that turns you into a poet/fuckmachine, but I'm willing to that risk.
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