I used to have a goal to kiss as many pretty girls as possible. I had a secondary goal to kiss as many average-looking girls as possible. And a behind-the-scenes goal to make all girls wish they were kissing me. That last one was my favorite because, in my mind, I always succeeded.
I didn’t completely know these were my goals at the time. But the quality of my relationships, class attendance, and even my eating habits loudly announce that getting female attention was my endgame. The evidence is all there.
I don’t advocate having any of these as a personal goal. Or, I guess as a professional goal. Or any other type that I can’t think of right now. They are just bad goals in general. Continue reading