Pls do not ban me
Edited: 2023-12-17 11:41:19
On 2023-12-17 08:55:30 balasbak said:
On 2023-12-17 05:39:22 peterb said: Expect to pay... a lot
Most likely
You are going to pay an entrance fee
You are going to be buying them drinks
You will end up paying for a lap dance or two (depending on the club/
lady touching will be extra)
Then doing the deed is gonna cost a pretty penny and hopefully the
place
has rooms else its going to be in a private booth.
Unless it is a fantasy - the Purple world is a much better option and you know what the outcome is going to be from the offset.
Just my two cents and have gotten the T shirt more times than needed (Thanks Jagermeister!!!)
Yup, it is by no means a cheap exercise, but it is always on offer ... as they say money talks!
This article I read earlier in the week might shed a slightly different perspective. It is well worth the read
A dancer once explained to me the reason strip clubs exist, and the answer works on three levels.
One, they exist to give women (and men) an option to make money at a time when alternate routes for similar income are low. Two, they exist to offer a means of fun and entertainment for those intrigued by what society considers taboo. And three, they exist to offer men a reprieve from real life.
If you go to the strip club (or are thinking about doing so) and belong in that third group, it's time you reconsider.
Strip clubs truly do a great job of letting men escape from reality. But if you are going because something is lacking in your life, I would suggest you turn back around.
My first visit to a strip club was with a friend and served to continue the long-standing and odd tradition of inviting low-nature sexual behavior as a means of celebration. Every visit after that, however, was about me, as I began going by myself, and going rather frequently.
These visits were about me trying to capture happiness through temporary fulfillment. It was about filling the voids I had in my life. It was about escaping the reality of my struggles in what I perceived to be an increasingly hyper-sexualized society. Someone with that mindset has a lot to lose at a strip club, and it is easy to get caught up in the fantasy.
I don't blame myself for wanting to continually enter that fantasy. I understand why strip clubs appealed to me and men like me. Most guys enjoy going to a strip club on a very basic level. As a club manager once told me during a discussion on why men go to strip clubs, "Men like seeing boobies."
The fantasy is in the visual and knowing you can get it without the effort, but for me, the fantasy was in the stimulation those visuals gave off. It wasn't enough to merely see beautiful women; I wanted to experience and "feel" their presence.
The calm social atmosphere that strip clubs offered allowed me to escape from my issues outside those walls. Real world dealings with women, dating and relationships were angst-ridden. They required me to be charming, socially attractive and daring.
Strip clubs didn't ask me to be any of those things. As long as I had money and could hold a conversation, I could be approached by a lovely, half-nude woman and enjoy her company. For one night, the pressure could be taken off me. At a time when I wasn't dating and dealing with approach anxiety, that relaxed environment was a godsend.
It's amazing how quickly things escalate when you find yourself drawn to something as a temporary fix to a real-life struggle. Going to the strip club for the first time with a friend heightened to developing faux connections to relieve the emptiness from the lack of a real relationship. I wasn't going to the strip club to be entertained; I was going in hopes of having my issues cured.
These places served as a hospital for my loneliness, and each physician had a new means of treating me.
So what caused me to stop going? The "treatment" I received late one night left me feeling disgusted in myself and the man I had become. I have always taken pride in knowing that my higher nature can keep my lower nature at bay. That night, I knocked the angel off my shoulder and allowed the devil to take the steering wheel.
I'll put this bluntly, without going into details: I accepted a sexual favor from one of the women in a backroom.
I know of men who would be excited by that possibility. I have had men ask me what they can do to get something like that to happen. I unfortunately know the answer. I also know the shame I felt that night.
I was no longer looking for temporary relief. I had spiraled to allowing the strip club to fully replace my reality. I stopped caring about what I wanted in my real life. I preferred to take the easy road. I drove home that night in tears. I saw myself at my lowest and most animalistic form. I didn't just consciously degrade a woman; to a loose extent, I degraded myself.
That's why I stopped going to the strip club in search of things that were missing in my life. I saw I had to come back to reality and work on letting my higher nature take control again. Strip clubs were never going to satisfy the things I truly wanted out of life. They were only going to bury me further into the depths of my own pity.
There were two realizations that helped me stop going to strip clubs for my own purposes and using them to escape my problems. First, I had to pose the following question to myself: What does it say about me that I prefer to spend my nights at the strip club, alone, associating with men exhibiting their worst nature? I firmly believe there is a lower nature (be it diminished or overpowering) in every person, but that doesn't have to define or represent who we are.
There is a real discussion to be had on whether or not strip clubs are degrading to the dancers, but here's what I do know: I was using these women to make myself feel better, all the while demeaning and losing respect for myself as a man. I didn't want to be "that guy" any longer.
Second, bending the realities of intimacy and companionship was screwing with my head and causing me to lose touch with how relations actually operate in real life. Strip clubs made the art of socializing with women very easy, but nothing about those interactions were genuine or sincere. I stopped grasping how real conversations and real connections with real women work, causing dependency on an environment that stripped away (no pun intended) those concerns. It was a crutch that only created a deeper trench of emptiness. In order to fill that void, I had to come back to reality and rid myself of a world that only served to warp it.
Guys like me shouldn't go to strip clubs. A place meant to serve as mindless entertainment (for both men and women) really makes its living on men like me hoping it will cover up areas in my life that are lacking. Those areas lie in the middle of the conflict between our lower and higher natures. We have long-term goals of the heart in the realm of relationships, but the impulse of settling for something guaranteed yet faux is always tugging at us.
The fight for those missing areas is difficult, but shouldn't be dropped in exchange for devaluing ourselves and others. Strip clubs are not an inherently bad place. But they can be toxic for men wanting something beyond what's offered on the surface. A couple of hours of bliss is tempting. But stay within reality. The fight is ultimately worth it.
On 2023-12-17 12:23:58 Niklaus said:
On 2023-12-17 08:55:30 balasbak said: On 2023-12-17 05:39:22 peterb said: Expect to pay... a lot
Most likely
You are going to pay an entrance fee
You are going to be buying them drinks
You will end up paying for a lap dance or two (depending on the club/
lady touching will be extra)
Then doing the deed is gonna cost a pretty penny and hopefully the
place
has rooms else its going to be in a private booth.
Unless it is a fantasy - the Purple world is a much better option and you know what the outcome is going to be from the offset.
Just my two cents and have gotten the T shirt more times than needed (Thanks Jagermeister!!!)
Yup, it is by no means a cheap exercise, but it is always on offer ... as they say money talks!
This article I read earlier in the week might shed a slightly different perspective. It is well worth the read
A dancer once explained to me the reason strip clubs exist, and the answer works on three levels.
One, they exist to give women (and men) an option to make money at a time when alternate routes for similar income are low. Two, they exist to offer a means of fun and entertainment for those intrigued by what society considers taboo. And three, they exist to offer men a reprieve from real life.
If you go to the strip club (or are thinking about doing so) and belong in that third group, it's time you reconsider.
Strip clubs truly do a great job of letting men escape from reality. But if you are going because something is lacking in your life, I would suggest you turn back around.
My first visit to a strip club was with a friend and served to continue the long-standing and odd tradition of inviting low-nature sexual behavior as a means of celebration. Every visit after that, however, was about me, as I began going by myself, and going rather frequently.
These visits were about me trying to capture happiness through temporary fulfillment. It was about filling the voids I had in my life. It was about escaping the reality of my struggles in what I perceived to be an increasingly hyper-sexualized society. Someone with that mindset has a lot to lose at a strip club, and it is easy to get caught up in the fantasy.
I don't blame myself for wanting to continually enter that fantasy. I understand why strip clubs appealed to me and men like me. Most guys enjoy going to a strip club on a very basic level. As a club manager once told me during a discussion on why men go to strip clubs, "Men like seeing boobies."
The fantasy is in the visual and knowing you can get it without the effort, but for me, the fantasy was in the stimulation those visuals gave off. It wasn't enough to merely see beautiful women; I wanted to experience and "feel" their presence.
The calm social atmosphere that strip clubs offered allowed me to escape from my issues outside those walls. Real world dealings with women, dating and relationships were angst-ridden. They required me to be charming, socially attractive and daring.
Strip clubs didn't ask me to be any of those things. As long as I had money and could hold a conversation, I could be approached by a lovely, half-nude woman and enjoy her company. For one night, the pressure could be taken off me. At a time when I wasn't dating and dealing with approach anxiety, that relaxed environment was a godsend.
It's amazing how quickly things escalate when you find yourself drawn to something as a temporary fix to a real-life struggle. Going to the strip club for the first time with a friend heightened to developing faux connections to relieve the emptiness from the lack of a real relationship. I wasn't going to the strip club to be entertained; I was going in hopes of having my issues cured.
These places served as a hospital for my loneliness, and each physician had a new means of treating me.
So what caused me to stop going? The "treatment" I received late one night left me feeling disgusted in myself and the man I had become. I have always taken pride in knowing that my higher nature can keep my lower nature at bay. That night, I knocked the angel off my shoulder and allowed the devil to take the steering wheel.
I'll put this bluntly, without going into details: I accepted a sexual favor from one of the women in a backroom.
I know of men who would be excited by that possibility. I have had men ask me what they can do to get something like that to happen. I unfortunately know the answer. I also know the shame I felt that night.
I was no longer looking for temporary relief. I had spiraled to allowing the strip club to fully replace my reality. I stopped caring about what I wanted in my real life. I preferred to take the easy road. I drove home that night in tears. I saw myself at my lowest and most animalistic form. I didn't just consciously degrade a woman; to a loose extent, I degraded myself.
That's why I stopped going to the strip club in search of things that were missing in my life. I saw I had to come back to reality and work on letting my higher nature take control again. Strip clubs were never going to satisfy the things I truly wanted out of life. They were only going to bury me further into the depths of my own pity.
There were two realizations that helped me stop going to strip clubs for my own purposes and using them to escape my problems. First, I had to pose the following question to myself: What does it say about me that I prefer to spend my nights at the strip club, alone, associating with men exhibiting their worst nature? I firmly believe there is a lower nature (be it diminished or overpowering) in every person, but that doesn't have to define or represent who we are.
There is a real discussion to be had on whether or not strip clubs are degrading to the dancers, but here's what I do know: I was using these women to make myself feel better, all the while demeaning and losing respect for myself as a man. I didn't want to be "that guy" any longer.
Second, bending the realities of intimacy and companionship was screwing with my head and causing me to lose touch with how relations actually operate in real life. Strip clubs made the art of socializing with women very easy, but nothing about those interactions were genuine or sincere. I stopped grasping how real conversations and real connections with real women work, causing dependency on an environment that stripped away (no pun intended) those concerns. It was a crutch that only created a deeper trench of emptiness. In order to fill that void, I had to come back to reality and rid myself of a world that only served to warp it.
Guys like me shouldn't go to strip clubs. A place meant to serve as mindless entertainment (for both men and women) really makes its living on men like me hoping it will cover up areas in my life that are lacking. Those areas lie in the middle of the conflict between our lower and higher natures. We have long-term goals of the heart in the realm of relationships, but the impulse of settling for something guaranteed yet faux is always tugging at us.
The fight for those missing areas is difficult, but shouldn't be dropped in exchange for devaluing ourselves and others. Strip clubs are not an inherently bad place. But they can be toxic for men wanting something beyond what's offered on the surface. A couple of hours of bliss is tempting. But stay within reality. The fight is ultimately worth it.
I love boobs so I would also have a naughty pocket hahaha
On 2023-12-17 12:23:58 Niklaus said:
On 2023-12-17 08:55:30 balasbak said: On 2023-12-17 05:39:22 peterb said: Expect to pay... a lot
Most likely
You are going to pay an entrance fee
You are going to be buying them drinks
You will end up paying for a lap dance or two (depending on the club/
lady touching will be extra)
Then doing the deed is gonna cost a pretty penny and hopefully the
place
has rooms else its going to be in a private booth.
Unless it is a fantasy - the Purple world is a much better option and you know what the outcome is going to be from the offset.
Just my two cents and have gotten the T shirt more times than needed (Thanks Jagermeister!!!)
Yup, it is by no means a cheap exercise, but it is always on offer ... as they say money talks!
This article I read earlier in the week might shed a slightly different perspective. It is well worth the read
A dancer once explained to me the reason strip clubs exist, and the answer works on three levels.
One, they exist to give women (and men) an option to make money at a time when alternate routes for similar income are low. Two, they exist to offer a means of fun and entertainment for those intrigued by what society considers taboo. And three, they exist to offer men a reprieve from real life.
If you go to the strip club (or are thinking about doing so) and belong in that third group, it's time you reconsider.
Strip clubs truly do a great job of letting men escape from reality. But if you are going because something is lacking in your life, I would suggest you turn back around.
My first visit to a strip club was with a friend and served to continue the long-standing and odd tradition of inviting low-nature sexual behavior as a means of celebration. Every visit after that, however, was about me, as I began going by myself, and going rather frequently.
These visits were about me trying to capture happiness through temporary fulfillment. It was about filling the voids I had in my life. It was about escaping the reality of my struggles in what I perceived to be an increasingly hyper-sexualized society. Someone with that mindset has a lot to lose at a strip club, and it is easy to get caught up in the fantasy.
I don't blame myself for wanting to continually enter that fantasy. I understand why strip clubs appealed to me and men like me. Most guys enjoy going to a strip club on a very basic level. As a club manager once told me during a discussion on why men go to strip clubs, "Men like seeing boobies."
The fantasy is in the visual and knowing you can get it without the effort, but for me, the fantasy was in the stimulation those visuals gave off. It wasn't enough to merely see beautiful women; I wanted to experience and "feel" their presence.
The calm social atmosphere that strip clubs offered allowed me to escape from my issues outside those walls. Real world dealings with women, dating and relationships were angst-ridden. They required me to be charming, socially attractive and daring.
Strip clubs didn't ask me to be any of those things. As long as I had money and could hold a conversation, I could be approached by a lovely, half-nude woman and enjoy her company. For one night, the pressure could be taken off me. At a time when I wasn't dating and dealing with approach anxiety, that relaxed environment was a godsend.
It's amazing how quickly things escalate when you find yourself drawn to something as a temporary fix to a real-life struggle. Going to the strip club for the first time with a friend heightened to developing faux connections to relieve the emptiness from the lack of a real relationship. I wasn't going to the strip club to be entertained; I was going in hopes of having my issues cured.
These places served as a hospital for my loneliness, and each physician had a new means of treating me.
So what caused me to stop going? The "treatment" I received late one night left me feeling disgusted in myself and the man I had become. I have always taken pride in knowing that my higher nature can keep my lower nature at bay. That night, I knocked the angel off my shoulder and allowed the devil to take the steering wheel.
I'll put this bluntly, without going into details: I accepted a sexual favor from one of the women in a backroom.
I know of men who would be excited by that possibility. I have had men ask me what they can do to get something like that to happen. I unfortunately know the answer. I also know the shame I felt that night.
I was no longer looking for temporary relief. I had spiraled to allowing the strip club to fully replace my reality. I stopped caring about what I wanted in my real life. I preferred to take the easy road. I drove home that night in tears. I saw myself at my lowest and most animalistic form. I didn't just consciously degrade a woman; to a loose extent, I degraded myself.
That's why I stopped going to the strip club in search of things that were missing in my life. I saw I had to come back to reality and work on letting my higher nature take control again. Strip clubs were never going to satisfy the things I truly wanted out of life. They were only going to bury me further into the depths of my own pity.
There were two realizations that helped me stop going to strip clubs for my own purposes and using them to escape my problems. First, I had to pose the following question to myself: What does it say about me that I prefer to spend my nights at the strip club, alone, associating with men exhibiting their worst nature? I firmly believe there is a lower nature (be it diminished or overpowering) in every person, but that doesn't have to define or represent who we are.
There is a real discussion to be had on whether or not strip clubs are degrading to the dancers, but here's what I do know: I was using these women to make myself feel better, all the while demeaning and losing respect for myself as a man. I didn't want to be "that guy" any longer.
Second, bending the realities of intimacy and companionship was screwing with my head and causing me to lose touch with how relations actually operate in real life. Strip clubs made the art of socializing with women very easy, but nothing about those interactions were genuine or sincere. I stopped grasping how real conversations and real connections with real women work, causing dependency on an environment that stripped away (no pun intended) those concerns. It was a crutch that only created a deeper trench of emptiness. In order to fill that void, I had to come back to reality and rid myself of a world that only served to warp it.
Guys like me shouldn't go to strip clubs. A place meant to serve as mindless entertainment (for both men and women) really makes its living on men like me hoping it will cover up areas in my life that are lacking. Those areas lie in the middle of the conflict between our lower and higher natures. We have long-term goals of the heart in the realm of relationships, but the impulse of settling for something guaranteed yet faux is always tugging at us.
The fight for those missing areas is difficult, but shouldn't be dropped in exchange for devaluing ourselves and others. Strip clubs are not an inherently bad place. But they can be toxic for men wanting something beyond what's offered on the surface. A couple of hours of bliss is tempting. But stay within reality. The fight is ultimately worth it.
Interesting article indeed. Very true what he says. I can relate to what the author mentions.
What we forget is that this is often a second life for a lot of the clients. This is because society makes a profession as old as money out to be bad. It is a fulfilment of a need.
The ladies here offer way more than what Strip clubs do, thats why I would rather stick to the ladies advertising on ESA
You pay for what you want, you get your therapy session, and then life carries on
xoxo
AE
On 2023-12-17 15:58:57 kingkk said:
It's personal and individual. Being someone who in his mid to late 20s and even very early 30s who used to frequent these places. The vibe,the mood etc the alcohol,open space and variety of ladies,man. And sometimes just the thrill of believing u doing something u not supposed to be. But it comes at a hectic price normally far more than some of the top regular girls on site. And quiet a few of the newbies who love that loud lifestyle ie dancers.
The other thing I noticed is that most of these establishments. it is design to rake as much cash out of you as possible.
My one experience I went with an ex colleague to one of these places as a group of 3. When we got in they tried to sell us an overly priced bottle of hard liquor. If we bought the bottle, there would be ladies sitting around us on a couch.
So we buy the bottle, then the ladies bring glasses and they pour drinks for everyone, including ladies who dont drink. The ladies dont really drink to get drunk, they show you that they take a sip every now and again, but when you are not looking, they spill a bit every now and again into nearby pot plants or the floor.
Before you know it the bottle is finished. Then you have to order another overpriced bottle for it to continue.
Imagine since you are paying for the bottle, it is technically yours. When the girls come and hang out with you, you charge them for the drinks they want. Then you see who really wants to drink and who wastes. Guaranteed your bottle will last a lot longer right?
On 2023-12-17 12:23:58 Niklaus said:
On 2023-12-17 08:55:30 balasbak said: On 2023-12-17 05:39:22 peterb said: Expect to pay... a lot
Most likely
You are going to pay an entrance fee
You are going to be buying them drinks
You will end up paying for a lap dance or two (depending on the club/
lady touching will be extra)
Then doing the deed is gonna cost a pretty penny and hopefully the
place
has rooms else its going to be in a private booth.
Unless it is a fantasy - the Purple world is a much better option and you know what the outcome is going to be from the offset.
Just my two cents and have gotten the T shirt more times than needed (Thanks Jagermeister!!!)
Yup, it is by no means a cheap exercise, but it is always on offer ... as they say money talks!
This article I read earlier in the week might shed a slightly different perspective. It is well worth the read
A dancer once explained to me the reason strip clubs exist, and the answer works on three levels.
One, they exist to give women (and men) an option to make money at a time when alternate routes for similar income are low. Two, they exist to offer a means of fun and entertainment for those intrigued by what society considers taboo. And three, they exist to offer men a reprieve from real life.
If you go to the strip club (or are thinking about doing so) and belong in that third group, it's time you reconsider.
Strip clubs truly do a great job of letting men escape from reality. But if you are going because something is lacking in your life, I would suggest you turn back around.
My first visit to a strip club was with a friend and served to continue the long-standing and odd tradition of inviting low-nature sexual behavior as a means of celebration. Every visit after that, however, was about me, as I began going by myself, and going rather frequently.
These visits were about me trying to capture happiness through temporary fulfillment. It was about filling the voids I had in my life. It was about escaping the reality of my struggles in what I perceived to be an increasingly hyper-sexualized society. Someone with that mindset has a lot to lose at a strip club, and it is easy to get caught up in the fantasy.
I don't blame myself for wanting to continually enter that fantasy. I understand why strip clubs appealed to me and men like me. Most guys enjoy going to a strip club on a very basic level. As a club manager once told me during a discussion on why men go to strip clubs, "Men like seeing boobies."
The fantasy is in the visual and knowing you can get it without the effort, but for me, the fantasy was in the stimulation those visuals gave off. It wasn't enough to merely see beautiful women; I wanted to experience and "feel" their presence.
The calm social atmosphere that strip clubs offered allowed me to escape from my issues outside those walls. Real world dealings with women, dating and relationships were angst-ridden. They required me to be charming, socially attractive and daring.
Strip clubs didn't ask me to be any of those things. As long as I had money and could hold a conversation, I could be approached by a lovely, half-nude woman and enjoy her company. For one night, the pressure could be taken off me. At a time when I wasn't dating and dealing with approach anxiety, that relaxed environment was a godsend.
It's amazing how quickly things escalate when you find yourself drawn to something as a temporary fix to a real-life struggle. Going to the strip club for the first time with a friend heightened to developing faux connections to relieve the emptiness from the lack of a real relationship. I wasn't going to the strip club to be entertained; I was going in hopes of having my issues cured.
These places served as a hospital for my loneliness, and each physician had a new means of treating me.
So what caused me to stop going? The "treatment" I received late one night left me feeling disgusted in myself and the man I had become. I have always taken pride in knowing that my higher nature can keep my lower nature at bay. That night, I knocked the angel off my shoulder and allowed the devil to take the steering wheel.
I'll put this bluntly, without going into details: I accepted a sexual favor from one of the women in a backroom.
I know of men who would be excited by that possibility. I have had men ask me what they can do to get something like that to happen. I unfortunately know the answer. I also know the shame I felt that night.
I was no longer looking for temporary relief. I had spiraled to allowing the strip club to fully replace my reality. I stopped caring about what I wanted in my real life. I preferred to take the easy road. I drove home that night in tears. I saw myself at my lowest and most animalistic form. I didn't just consciously degrade a woman; to a loose extent, I degraded myself.
That's why I stopped going to the strip club in search of things that were missing in my life. I saw I had to come back to reality and work on letting my higher nature take control again. Strip clubs were never going to satisfy the things I truly wanted out of life. They were only going to bury me further into the depths of my own pity.
There were two realizations that helped me stop going to strip clubs for my own purposes and using them to escape my problems. First, I had to pose the following question to myself: What does it say about me that I prefer to spend my nights at the strip club, alone, associating with men exhibiting their worst nature? I firmly believe there is a lower nature (be it diminished or overpowering) in every person, but that doesn't have to define or represent who we are.
There is a real discussion to be had on whether or not strip clubs are degrading to the dancers, but here's what I do know: I was using these women to make myself feel better, all the while demeaning and losing respect for myself as a man. I didn't want to be "that guy" any longer.
Second, bending the realities of intimacy and companionship was screwing with my head and causing me to lose touch with how relations actually operate in real life. Strip clubs made the art of socializing with women very easy, but nothing about those interactions were genuine or sincere. I stopped grasping how real conversations and real connections with real women work, causing dependency on an environment that stripped away (no pun intended) those concerns. It was a crutch that only created a deeper trench of emptiness. In order to fill that void, I had to come back to reality and rid myself of a world that only served to warp it.
Guys like me shouldn't go to strip clubs. A place meant to serve as mindless entertainment (for both men and women) really makes its living on men like me hoping it will cover up areas in my life that are lacking. Those areas lie in the middle of the conflict between our lower and higher natures. We have long-term goals of the heart in the realm of relationships, but the impulse of settling for something guaranteed yet faux is always tugging at us.
The fight for those missing areas is difficult, but shouldn't be dropped in exchange for devaluing ourselves and others. Strip clubs are not an inherently bad place. But they can be toxic for men wanting something beyond what's offered on the surface. A couple of hours of bliss is tempting. But stay within reality. The fight is ultimately worth it.
I don't mean to be rude but I don't understand why people come to a punting site and preach about the dangers of doing something like going to a strip club. Next you will be telling us how emotionally damaging it is to punt. I think people punt and go to strip clubs to live out their fantasies and weather they know or don't know the dangers, let them be. Go and preach amongst your friends. Let others be..
Maybe Niklaus went into preacher mode for a bit but a reminder of the dangers this world exposes us to is a good check. If you're going or have gone too far then perhaps its rime to dial it back.
Would you keep drinking until you're in hospital with a broken liver and waiting for a transplant or would you prefer someone gave a reminder to slow things a bit and stop hurting yourself.
My opinion on the matter and perhaps another aspect to consider
On 2023-12-18 13:52:37 NickNailer said:
Popiact what you are saying if I can draw analogy that if you're in a bar and drinking yourself into a stupor the bartender shouldn't ever tell you you've had enough. Nobody should ever tell you the dangers of drinking too much and where you'll end up if you don't control it.
Maybe Niklaus went into preacher mode for a bit but a reminder of the dangers this world exposes us to is a good check. If you're going or have gone too far then perhaps its rime to dial it back.
Would you keep drinking until you're in hospital with a broken liver and waiting for a transplant or would you prefer someone gave a reminder to slow things a bit and stop hurting yourself.
My opinion on the matter and perhaps another aspect to consider
Hi NickNailer. Whilst I respect that view and totally understand. We are all adults who understand the dangers of these activities. I also understand the need to lookout for each other but we don't really know each other here, we use fake names in this purple world to communicate so there is no vested interest in each other well being on a deep level that you need to preach to us. This activity is a vice, a recreational hobby (well for me) much like people are able to drink and smoke and their lives don't fall apart. I'm sure we all know the dangers of smoking and drinking and we still do it. If he wants to warn people let him go to his family and friends people he can actively talk to and give him an ear. People he actually he cares about. I just don't want to be made to feel guilty about my guilty pleasure..
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