Significance

My obsession with the one: Real Men

Labels and Masks
Hipster, metrosexual, lumbersexual, pansexual, sapiosexual, asexual... we can all pretty much imagine how each of these partners would look, sound and feel. Personality, sexuality and aesthetics are so diverse in our surroundings. Which one is in? Which is more popular? Which one will get you laid? Which one gets you a long-term partnership?
I see all of the above as labels. When you put on a label, you pigeonhole yourself within that label, to conform, relate or identify. Labels are masks. 

We create labels to stereotype and expedite the process of selection. It’s time efficient to write off a hipster, assigning him a whole bunch of traits he may not even have and move on, possibly missing out on a greatest connection of your life.
These labels and masks create a specific level of demand, and men conform driven by their most basic need, as a hunter, to reproduce. Ooh - prey. Get woman now. Camouflage - get woman!
Women have their masks too. Most of them choose their own way of becoming prey, and some of them take on a role of a hunter. In our society we have blurred the line of masculine and feminine, which tampers with polarity in couples, as there is confusion regarding which role to play.

What if it is not a fight?

A story of significance for my Date with Destiny friends.

Over the course of Date With Destiny the topic of significance kept on popping up across the board. We as a culture seem to be infected with the need for significance and the spotlight on ourselves seems to be the only remedy that works.

This week I have been more of a selfish asshole, basking in my own significance, than I have ever been outside the walls of Palm Springs Convention Center. I allowed myself to let loose and immerse to the point of irritating trainers, leaders, my teammates and complete strangers.

Hmmm… something to think about. Good thing I was the only one who struggled with this, right?

I came to Date With Destiny with a gnawing feeling that something was off. I knew that I was not aligned with myself and I couldn’t comprehend what it was. On the second day, one of the trainers helped me through my breakdown and turned it into a breakthrough. That unnamed monster, haunting me, happened to be residual leftover victim mentality that had me feeling trapped and quite significant.