[JumpinJack_Cash]

> > I don't understand why men have to think they've "discovered" something about lifelong bonds that is exclusive to just men's club

It's special because you risk your life together. You kill the enemy together while it's conspiring to kill you and your friends, but you manage to outsmart them and get to live.

Also Nature, when Nature comes at you and you find a way to dominate and resist the elements and ride it out, so that you make it home.

Men are not made to bob their heads in a club, they are made for "close call" type of scenarios and situations, if it doesn't come down to a close call with very high stakes on the line then it's kinda boring and pedestrian which is the prelude to depression and feelings of worthlessness

[nkingsy]

Going out to talk to random strangers and dance triggers that “close call” juice too. The problem is the restrained head bobbing.

I’d take it over all my adrenaline-junkie hobbies. Something pure about the charged verbal joust. Once I get a little taste of that sweet sweet validation (usually imagined), I just keep building myself up until I decide that I’ve taken over the club (as a poorly dressed middle aged sober married man who doesn’t touch anyone or take any numbers), then I move on to a new challenge and feel the party energy die as I leave and just laugh at the poor thirsty masses I leave behind.