“The first rule of Daygame is to always take yourself too seriously.”
– Xants
That quote always stood out to me. Here we are, in our little corner of society, puffing ourselves up to incredible proportions. It’s as if we’re birds performing our mating dances, inhaling ever more air and pushing out our inflated chests until we reach the critical point and WHOOSH… we’re off into the sky, high on our own grandiosity, never to be seen again by the reality-minded around us.
You are not allowed to notice this, by the way. “Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain,” after all. Do not notice that we’re not “some of the highest value men on the planet” taking “jaunts” to exotic locations. Which images does the word “jaunt” evoke? A carefree, whimsical and fun adventure to the less cultured corners of the world. A “Daygame Jaunt” brings to mind the idea that you saunter down the street, rattling off sets on locals who are oh-so-eager to be swept off their feet by a man from London. From London! Good heavens. “Teach me, oh great one,” they cry, “about the bright lights of London!” This creates a feeling of smug superiority in the travelling Daygamer which he carries around with him wherever he goes, and even back home, because now, he has secret knowledge which the wage-slave plebs do not.
What is going on in reality? We go to AirBNB to carefully select the apartment (inside our strict budget) which has the best logistics. We take early morning flights so as to maximise our time walking up and down the exact same streets. We run a similar script on local girls and filter them down until we find one, or some, that likes us enough to sleep with us in a short time frame. We avoid doing anything that a regular tourist would do and don’t care to find out more about the local culture. Why? Because it would take away from the aforementioned walking up and down the same streets. Every Daygamer is doing this. With no exceptions. It doesn’t matter what they say and how they try to dress their trips up as something else, they are doing this. A travelling Daygamer is, simply, a sex tourist. Not only a sex tourist but someone who has optimised their life to sex tourism. If you’ve ever gone remote so as to improve your Daygame odds then you’re a professional sex tourist.
So why not call a spade a spade? Because every Daygamer is managing, to some extent, his grandiosity. Let’s take a look at some examples. You have the guys online making themselves out to be true virtuoso’s of the female mind. They have all the answers. Then there’s the opposite, those just starting out who are managing their grandiosity in a much more covert way. On the surface, they’re humble, they don’t (openly) ask for much, but deep down they still think they’re going to “get rich quick.” They’re still going to learn to “spit Game” (God, I hate that phrase) and after a few months pull 10’s. An analogy I often think of is investing: most people will do the best by dollar cost averaging into index funds. The funny thing is, a lot of people already know this, and yet, they still want to become the overnight memecoin millionaire. Something deep down within them tells them that a decently successful life is not enough for them and they really ought to be adored.
There is definitely an upside to managing your grandiosity, though: it can be motivating; words we use shape our reality and it’s applicable here. By calling sex tourism “Jaunts” then we can imagine ourselves as being larger than life and, perhaps even, a star of a movie (though I’d just like to point out here that I don’t use the term “Jaunt” anymore). Importantly, it dispels the connotations of being a sex tourist. For the internet big-wigs, throwing their balls around online, positioning themselves as a guru makes them more confident in identifying and calibrating to female behaviour. It also feeds their compulsion to be loved by anonymous X accounts, but we’ll get back to that later. For the wannabe memecoin millionaire, he knows he probably won’t get rich quick, but it keeps him in the market, allocating money to the much better prospect of dollar cost averaging into index funds. Or for the Rock Solid Game guys of the past, they weren’t living in a piss stained, derelict care home, they were debating high falutin subjects while sipping cocktails in their “Hemingway Suite;” I can guess which story is more appealing to women.
What people get wrong, is that they fully believe the lies they’re telling themselves. If the first rule of Daygame is to always take yourself too seriously, then the second rule should be “unless it’s a day of the week that ends in ‘y’.” If you want to be truly advanced in Game, then you have to be the kind of person who can hold two contradictory views at the same time. If that rings a bell, then you’re thinking along the correct lines. I’m telling you that to do really well with women, to be a true paragon of male virtue, you have to be a bit like a woman. But not entirely like a woman, because you need to be able to step back and accept what you’re doing. You believe both views at the same time – or at least tactically focus your attention on one at a time – but can also admit your strategy. Ultimately, what most people lack is perspective.
Recently I went out to my X followers to ask them a tongue in cheek question. Tongue in cheek because, let’s be honest, everybody loves me. If they say they don’t then they’re simply too embarrassed to admit it:
Here are the answers I got:
- They’re bald (Brownpua)
- Most guys have one traumatic truth which they can’t handle to be made public and I highlight that (Christn)
- Supporting Chelsea (KG Daygame)
- Being ginger (Julius)
- Jealousy (Tommy)
- Because it’s X (Older Guy)
- Being a hater (Angel)
Now I’ll be honest, I do think the hair thing is real. I mean, honestly, who wouldn’t hate me for my luscious ginger locks when all their head is good for is to check your reflection? But I’m a man of the people and I wouldn’t want to focus on only one subsection of my haters. I like to spread the love evenly, especially on myself. Plus, the theme of this post is grandiosity and so we’re going to focus on Christn’s answer. Put simply, there are some birds out there who have puffed themselves up so much, and yet, forgotten the second rule of Daygame. So when someone holds a mirror up to them, exposing them, they attack, because they see everything as an existential threat. Sometimes you have to dig a little to get at that soft underbelly but believe me, it’s there.
Let me tell you, I’ve seen into these people’s heads and pushed their buttons enough to see the real them. What, on the surface, is a hard masculine exterior, deep down, is just a scared little boy, crying out for mummy to save them and daddy to come back from his multi-year quest to buy milk. The ego is exposed barefaced for everyone to see the bitterness, anger, abandonment issues and desperate need for validation that underlines all of their actions. Their petty kingdoms uncovered as exactly that: a construct through which to achieve their psychological compulsions. They are, ultimately, feminine, reactive and emotional beings. No more special than the rest of us.
I make no bones about this. I enjoy riling people up. If I see the button, I’ll press it, because to me that holds an immense amount of potential fun. Fun for the whole family! The gift that keeps on giving, in fact, because you see the thought stuck in their mind like a splinter that simply won’t budge. Every one of their resentful retorts a vindication that I touched a sore spot. The knowledge that all the puffing up was exactly that: hot air. And here’s the kicker, the part that makes it even sweeter, I don’t even read their responses. I see their names and immediately keep on scrolling. This is the essence of trolling: guerilla warfare. Strike from the shadows and retreat. Let your opponent fall over themselves grasping at ghosts. Their cutting response as tears in the rain.
Now that I think about it, I’m like a kind of Daygame Robin Hood. Teasing the rich to give lolz to the poor. I’m such a swell guy… And generous too. Not to mention handsome and well endowed. Where would we all be without my charitable donation? Living much worse lives I’m sure of that. Or maybe I should just grow up. Who knows…
Yours unfaithfully,
Thomas Crown
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Huh “pushing buttons” and “trolling ” people over things they can’t change , like baldness, doesn’t sound like the behavior of a “very warm” person. Do you feel you give yourself a free pass for actions youd assume are acting out/ bad faith in others? Why should we accept that
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You can be both warm AND mischievous. If someone made a joke about my ginger hair I’d take it all in good humour
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