Social Fear and Game

The other day on a daygame bootcamp, my student refused to approach a beautiful girl I’d selected for him. His anxiety arose from a fear of being heard and seen trying to pickup.

He wanted to move onto another street, even though other streets were not nearly as great as that one. He wanted to go where it was safe, and nobody would see him, or hear him, trying to pick up.

I said, “If you approached a ten, do you think she would care if anyone heard a guy trying to chat her up?”

He laughed. “No I guess not.”

“Well, since you refused my coaching, you know what we have to do?” I said.

“Umm, penis pushups?”

“Yes, penis pushups.”

So we got down in the middle of the busy sidewalk and started doing pushups, yelling, “Penis! Penis! Penis! Penis!” While he quietly squeaked it so nobody would hear him, I yelled as loud as I could so that even people across the street could hear us. Most onlookers either laughed, or frowned, and went on with their day. Really, nobody cared.

NOBODY CARES WHAT YOU DO WITH YOUR LIFE.

It’s your life, and it’s short.

“You see?” I said. “Nobody gives a shit. Nobody cares about you, or your worries, or your life. All anybody ever thinks about is themselves. We’re trapped in our skulls with our chatter sceaming, ‘Me, I, Me, I, Me, I.’ Maybe they’ll go home to their wife and say they saw some guy hitting on a girl at the metro station. So what?”

Take every opportunity to be seen or heard. Embarrass yourself enough and you’ll learn that nothing bad is going to happen, nobody gives a shit. You’ll develop social freedom.

Does a guy of high value, an alpha male, give a shit what anybody thinks about him? Not really. There are times to be reserved, like at work, or at certain social functions. But if you spot a girl on a bus, or a bar, and you want to get her phone number…fuck what anybody thinks. Let them lead a mediocre life while you create one of fun and adventure.