Nah, when it comes to social shit like that, you just have not give a fuck what people think about you anymore, because honestly, they probably fucking aren’t. You’d have to be pretty egotistical to think so, and if you were, you’d probably be one of those douche bags that bothers girls who don’t want to talk to them.
Absolutely not, but one can recognize the others disinterest and be ok with that and one won’t stop to think you couldn’t possibly not be interested in them, or care really care wether you are or not because you should be. The latter obviously Clint the douche.
Or you could do the super smart cheat code way and eat waaay too many mushrooms one night thinking you can handle it, then get your ego absolutely fucking annihilated, realize you are actually one with the entirety of the universe and therefore actually just one with the girl you wanna talk to as all things are intrinsically entwined and you’ve finally achieved total absolute understanding of life and existence itself and hope you can explain it to her after it wears off with that same clarity without using the words “I’m literally inside you”.
It’s pretty common to tell depressed or struggling people that things get better/easier, as if it happens passively and they just need to stick around, just hold out.
But what if the next time is in 8 years, and then the next ones after that are 5 and 13 years apart? Won’t be much improvement then, and it’ll be 26 years later and you’ll be pushing 60.
Me too, I woke up with 2 or 3 phone numbers in my pocket. I texted one of them and was greeted by an angry boyfriend, I either didn’t text the others or they didn’t reply, but it boosted my confidence a lot. So much so that I was able to talk to girls before I blacked out