An Hour of Truth 4

He stopped and placed his hands on his thighs. Turning his thumbs outward, he locked his elbows. “At this point, ladies, I really have to focus on the guys, but the principles would be the same either way. You’ll grasp what I’m saying, probably more easily than the boys, if you are honest with yourselves.”
“Men, it’s on you to break out of this madness. The chances of you finding the right gal, the ultimate sweetheart, at this age is about zero. You aren’t ready for her, and in this society, she’s not ready for you. There’s nothing wrong with friendships to help you sharpen your understanding of these things, but you simply aren’t going to form a lasting bond at this stage of the game, so stop lying to yourself. The only thing truly worthy of your devotion is figuring out who you are and what your mission is. Even if only with a partial understanding, when you find your mission, you’ll be a man worthy of her attention.”
He stood straight for emphasis. Lifting his cupped hands again. “The path isn’t a straight line. The best way to find a women worth having is to be almost too busy to mess with her. Whether she’s hot, or simply available, has nothing to do with it. The one thing you need most from her is that her mission is you. You won’t recognize her until you are fully engaged in your mission. It’s up to her to show herself. She’ll show up and get involved because it calls to some need in her, something which drives her to act. She’ll realize the one thing in life worthy of her sacrifice and devotion is the man who’s pursuing her dreams already.”
He leaned back against the desk again, folding his arms across his chest. “When you realize a fine babe’s glorious beauty is simply a distraction, bait for a fool she doesn’t really want or need, you’ll be in a position to ignore all that flash and stay on your mission. You’ll draw women like flies, but you’ll know to swat ’em aside and stick with what really matters to you. The ones who get involved in your mission and stay with it are the only ones worth having.”
The thug spoke up again. “So what’s your mission, Mr. Jansen?”
The bell rang and the sounds of the pep rally breaking up could be heard and felt.
“My mission is to understand and teach stuff like this to people like you. Everything else is just a way to pay the bills.”
He resumed his seat behind the desk as the noise of student traffic flooded the hall outside the door like a tsunami. “Turn back around and ponder that for awhile. Maybe write an essay on it and see if they’ll take it as a valid assignment for something. Actually using what I said will probably keep you from coming back here again.”
A few minutes later he was relieved by one of the staff. Passing out into the still very noisy hallway, he threaded his way through the press of bored young people and found the front door again. No one stopped him this time as he left the building without looking back.
End