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Letting Myself Quit

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.

Dealing with Men

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To all pickup artists, rappers, and those trolls who yell remarks at women on the streets: Please accept my sincere statement of GO FUCK YOURSELVES!

From men whining that they can't date hot girls above a 7, and rappers talking about bitches and hoes because their thoughts as people don't matter. I am done in!

Some will argue: "Those are little boys, you need a real man."

Excuse me, ma'am, but my biological clock doesn't have a reset button. If I am approaching my 30's am I'm still surrounded by these "little boys" my age, I can't accept that as an answer.

Though with how society treats women, I can't even imagine wanting to bring a little girl into this world. Knowing she will just eventually reach an age where her words no longer matter - probably around age 14. Though looking at the trends of young starlets, my daughter will probably be sexualized by age 10 and be on her first diet because she's too fat and not sexy.

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