A Long Time Ago… In a Galaxy Far, Far Away… I got bit by the Oneitis bug. I’m not going to go back into that, except to say that since that time so long ago, my outlook on women, and on pretty much anything else for that matter, has changed.
Guys, there’s always Another.
There’s always another job.
There’s always another way to make money.
There’s always another place to live.
There’s always more things (that you don’t need) to buy.
There’s always another woman.
7.7 billion people currently inhabit planet Earth, and the number keeps growing. I touched on it here.
You want to know why shit doesn’t really bother me all that much anymore? Because there is always “another.”
Sure, each woman you meet is going to be unique in her own way. She’s going to have life experiences that other women will not have had, at least at the time that you run across her. She’s going to have her own views and opinions on how the world turns and what makes it tick. She’s going to have freckles and moles on areas of her body that no other woman will have in the same spot. Her laugh will be different from many other women’s laughs. The scars on her body, the “flaws and imperfections” will be different from any other woman’s.
But there will always be “another.” The woman that you’ve been seeing for awhile? The woman that you are dating? The woman that you married and have lived with for years and years? I’m sure she is fantastic and you can’t imagine what life would be like without her. And yet, there is another.
There is another woman out there who will be just as compatible as the woman you are with. She will have different scars and marks on her body, she may be a little shorter or taller than your current woman. She will absolutely have different life experiences and opinions than your current woman, but you two will get along just fine. You may even get along better than you and your current woman do.
So she walked out on you? So what? There’s another woman out there for you. More than one actually. It hurts for awhile for me when a relationship ends, especially when I’m the one not wanting it to end, but there will be another one out there for me. All I have to do is get off my ass and go out and get it. That’s all you need to do too. Get off your ass, go out there, and get it, if that’s what you want.
Don’t want an LTR? Don’t want to “play house?” That’s fine too. There are plenty of women out there who don’t want to play house or have an LTR either. It’s like grocery shopping, only the aisles are never-ending, and the shelves are always stocked.
Everything I’ve said about women also applies to things like jobs. You’re stuck in a shitty job that you hate? There’s always another one out there. It may not pay the same as your current soul-sucker, but given time, you can get the amount you want and need. Same can be said for making money in general. There’s always a way. It might be legal, it might not. That’s up to you.
If you expect your “dream job,” or your “dream girl” to just magically fall into your lap, sorry, it doesn’t work that way. You’re going to have to bust your ass to make it happen. The women and the jobs are out there, but you’re going to have to do more than just wishful thinking.
All of the things, everything that you want is out there, it’s up to you to get off your ass and go and get it. You get to do the work. You get to be rejected. You get to be denied. And then you get to do it all over again. That’s life. Get used to it.
Abundance, at least to me, means that there’s always “another.” That’s why shit doesn’t get me down or keep me down for long. There’s always another….Whatever. There’s always more friends to make. There’s always more places to visit and/or live in. There’s always another meal to be eaten and a drink to be drank. Unless maybe you live somewhere where food and water are scarce. But then again, if that’s you, you wouldn’t be reading this right now, you’d be looking for your next meal and your next drink of water. And most likely, you’d find it. I know I would.
Don’t let a woman walking out of your life get you down. Sure, take the time to grieve the loss. But then get back out there. “Get back on the horse.” Don’t sell yourself short and don’t sell your soul for “that woman,” whoever she is, because there will always be another. And maybe, just maybe, she’ll enhance your life in ways that your previous woman couldn’t or wouldn’t. Ditto for your job situation. Same for everything else.
There’s always another.