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the world is a pretty fvcked up place.
the world is a pretty fvcked up place.
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You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.
That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
It's a terrible thing that happened and the people who heard about the initial shooting who decided not to go to the rest of their classes were not not involved in the real carnage that happened later that morning. They are alive this evening because they took action by making a decision from what was happening around them and that is one of the things that The Secret expounds upon. As adults, we are either victors or victims of our choices.ricorico said:This is an argument against "The Secret" BS that's out there. I don't think any of the people killed today" attracted" the gunman and this fate to them. It shows there is free will and you cannot control the universe . Sh*t happens!!
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
Hmm, and I'm paranoid for carrying just a throwing knife...DJDamage said:http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070416/ap_on_re_us/virginia_tech_shooting
the world is a pretty fvcked up place.
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.
Your argument is flawed and just for the kicker the guy who did this was Chinese, a group who are often being stereotype as being book smart and passive so that should also throw this belief out the window. You can be black, white, yellow or purple it don't matter. If you are fvcked in the head you are fvcked in the head and you are capable of any sh1t.Chosen1 said:. I also know that this has to be a white guy. Black people don't do it on this large a scale.
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.