I did something really scary and dangerous today. I let myself quit.
It's the second day of my Month-of-Pickup, an intensive course correction aimed towards making myself extraverted and social again.
Yesterday was the first day. My friend and I set a goal of doing eight approaches each. We did it just as the mall closed, running around frantically looking for girls to approach. I was scared going in, but left feeling good.
Today we set the goal of approaching ten girls in two hours. I knocked out the first two quickly, then shuffled around for an hour making excuses. When it became obvious that I wasn't going to do the full ten, I let myself off easily and only did one more.
Three measly approaches in three hours. I'm just reacclimatizing myself to approaching, so I leave shortly after opening. That means that in a two hour "pick up session", I was actually talking to girls for about fifteen minutes, and making excuses for an hour and forty-five.
I should have risen to the challenge and started running around racking up the tally. I didn't. I let myself quit.
I've quit relationships because it was the right thing to do. I quit school because I didn't want what it promised. I quit a job.
That's all fine, because I was living up to my own standards, but when I quit something that I deliberately design for myself, that's a problem. Usually when I say I'm going to do something, I do it. Today I weaseled out.
I'm writing about this today because it's the only thing I can think about, because it's a useful idea to chew on, but also as punishment to myself. When there's a breach of internal trust, there needs to be consequences. One of them is publicly exposing my failure.
Beyond building a negative association to prevent similar action in the future, I don't believe in dwelling on mistakes, so I'm going to let this one go. The important thing is ensuring that it won't happen again.
Tomorrow, I will hand $500 to my friend, with instructions to keep it if I don't meet my goal for the day. He's a good enough friend that he would do it, too. I'll continue to do this every single day this month that we have goals entirely under my own control.
Between pickup and working on SETT, I'm probably not going to have much time or headspace for anything else. Apologies in advance if you aren't interested in pickup, because it's probably all I'll be writing about this month.
Photo is some broken glass in an abandoned building in Berlin.
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I love their whole Anti-Charity thing;
" An Anti-charity is any organization whose views you strongly oppose, or one which promotes values that are most contrary to your own.
The purpose of an Anti-charity is to provide an added incentive for you to achieve your goal. By designating an Anti-charity as your Recipient of Stakes, you'll certainly work that much harder to ensure that your money never falls into the wrong hands. "
To be honest, after reading your blog for a long time - PUA is not worth your time and effort anymore. Sure, its fantastic at the start, building the base level confidence blocks which help in every other facet of life. But PUA also matures somewhat, cold approaches, negging etc. tends to loose out to just being a confident, approachable, friendly guy.
Life will take its course and you will be aligned with women around every turn. I just don't think PUA is necessarily for you anymore (and that is why you are getting the 'quitting' urge).
What you really should be doing with your time is carving out different paths through life, life nomadic absolutely inspired me in many ways, but this tenacity for the alternative has lapsed recently.
I would say, forget the PUA stuff - you dont need it, and start inspiring readers with new things.
Pictures from my apartment in Brooklyn after the superbowl!!!
People, lay off the hate. He doesn't like the way his skills have deteriorated, and he decided this was the best way to get them back up to an acceptable level.
Furthermore, he made this decision with much more knowledge of how PU works than all of you put together, I'd wager.
It's hard enough to psych yourself up to do this without all the keyboard jockeys trying to bring you down to their level.
C'mon Tynan, you're a cool guy.
And cool guys don't go running after girls to get a number of approaches within a certain amount of time.
Others have asked the same question: what is your goal? Establishing a world record of approaches within an hour?
Maybe quitting was the right thing to do here. Randomly meeting chicks at the mall when you are there to shop is cool. Running around the mall with the express purpose of getting numbers is frankly a bit weird and creepy. You're too old for this nonsense.
Just get into the habit of being very social everywhere you go with anybody you see and then it shouldn't be as stressful.
Becoming disappointed in yourself is a unique region in the realm of disappointment, because no amount of time and understanding makes it go away. The only remedy for it is to change yourself-- in fact, this is one of the best sources of motivation for self-improvement. I've recently become disappointed in my self, illustrated by these two strikes.
A common excuse from guys who fail to approach girls is that none of the girls are their type, or that none of them are attractive enough. Sometimes this is actually a legitimate reason for not approaching, but far more often it's an ego-preserving shield against actually facing the fear of approach.
I’m what most pick up artists would call a keyboard jockey. The guy that watches endless videos about high level game concepts like transcending your ego, but doesn’t even go out. Today I began my work to change that.
According to the socialization goal I set for this month I’m supposed to go out everyday. According to that post leaving the house to hang out with one of my guy friends and shooting a juggling video counts as socializing.
That’s exactly what I did today. But even though making a juggling video with my friend was fun and social to some degree, I knew that if I stopped there I really wouldn’t have experienced much growth in the social aspect of my life. I knew that I could push myself further. So I did.
After we finished shooting our video I drove us to Barnes and Noble. He’s a really understanding guy, so I explained to him what I was doing and he was completely cool with it. I told him that if I didn’t make conversation with at least one person before we left he would need to punch me in the guccis. He agreed.
I also told him to punch me in the arm as hard as he could if I didn’t approach the first person I saw. Thirty-seconds later he winded up and delivered me a world of pain. My arm turned somewhat purple and it’s still sore more than two hours later.