News from the Left Coast. Protag and I have joined a book-club. My friend had recently joined and informed us of the quality of fellow members. Protag and I thought this sounded good and now we're reading "The Fountainhead." If my status of guybrarian doesn't impress the crowd my diorama will.
Tonight my book-club mentor and I went to a book reading. We're really not this nerdy. It was standard fare, populated by her friend and family a dorky mutton chop clad Johnny6. However, there was a slight twist. As I was waiting in line to get my book autographed I had my picture taken. Apparently they were taking everybody's picture and asking them their favorite thing. Johnny6: Cemeteries. (Myself might have been to vain an answer.) Some of these might end up on the author's website. So I'm chatting with the camera girl and decide that maybe I should take a picture of her. G: Sun dresses. And I realize it was nice to talk to somebody new and joke around she seemed genuinely cool. Although it ended there she has a picture to remember me and I have affirmation that the 30 Day Challenge is a chance to expand experiences like this.
The author was very polite when I got my book signed. Not very interested in talking but I gave it a shot Protag.
So the upshot I might end up on a website, no doubt a modeling career will follow.
Next week William Gibson's reading. I might try hitting on him too.
Also as I was going to lunch today I ran into a girl who I often see around and occasionally have fleeting conversations with. When I asked her where she was headed she responded "I have a meeting soon. Maybe we can get lunch tomorrow." Of course I agreed, whether this happens or not we'll see. I was shocked that she misinterpreted my question of destination as asking for a lunch date. Not sure how this will play out. But I'm taking it as a sign that she's interested in me and wanted me to ask her out. Downshot she's smarter than me. Kind of a deal-breaker
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Day Who Knows
Today-
Went to a jazz club with Spain. She's great; instinctively just kissed her right when I saw, and she did to. Trouble.
Now that I'm finally seeing the jazz that my city's famous for, I'm also talking with the jazz guys and getting advice on teachers. And once you've picked your instrument, the next most important choice is your teacher. And I haven't had one for... oh... seven years. So that explains some things. More importantly, had I done this a year ago, I would have been playing (and improving) for the last year under the tutelage of a pro. But my expectations, standards, and general social m.o. were just too low to get me out there. Lesson learned for next city.
Anyway, before meeting up with Spain I called another girl I had hung out with. Total disaster. Left THE most chode like message ever. She's basically been screening my calls, I think: evidently my skills in the in sack not quite up to par. (Okay there's more to the story, but she basically betaed me in bed. Can explain but a bit painful. Just remember: women need the guy to TAKE CHARGE.)
But instead of calling her on it (white magic), or pretending not to care (black magic), I did the creepy middle ground of being hurt but trying not to sound hurt. Wow. Don't suggest doing that. It was like, "Hey it's Prof. Got your message about the piano... you should look at xyz... um, we haven't hung out for awhile. We should maybe soon and dance... that would be cool. Talk to you later."
Is that someone she wants to hang out with? No. What I wish I had said: "Hope you're not avoiding my calls. That would be soooo uncool. Especially after that orgasm I gave you." Or something like that. Maybe you all can think of something better.
Lesson: Don't hide your emotions--instead, make sure you're in the best state when calling. And don't leave messages; too difficult. Just leave textes and emails... much easier to get in the right frame of mind, etc.
Anyway, thought it was funny how as SOON as I left the message, I realized all the stuff I should have said/not said. But it was so unclear before I made the call.
It's also weird how much her avoiding my calls bothers me. We're not soul-mates or anything, and I've done that a hundred times, but it's always creepy just how powerful a little "push-pull" is. You know? How important someone's validation is; how important it is to "win them back." Which leads me to try to impress someone that I don't agree with by doing things I don't (particularly) agree with.
Weird world. End of day. Need to do actual work one of these days.
PROF
p.s. Postscript: Just received an email from a friend of a friend titled: 30 Day Challenge. It's become a "meme", and evidently her and two friends are launching their own versions. (Not yet invited to join C3, don't worry.) Also, my buddy just went to a tennis match spontaneously, and was just like, "30 Day Challenge"--and he's not doing one. It's like all these people needed some excuse to do all these things, and the "30 Day Challenge" is it. Love it. Gotta keep this up FOREVER.
p.p.s. I'm thinking of upgrading the challenge to something new, someone new, and FIVE conversations that I would not have had before. (Not just girls--whoever.) It's happening naturally, but think I could nudge myself along more. What do you all think?
Went to a jazz club with Spain. She's great; instinctively just kissed her right when I saw, and she did to. Trouble.
Now that I'm finally seeing the jazz that my city's famous for, I'm also talking with the jazz guys and getting advice on teachers. And once you've picked your instrument, the next most important choice is your teacher. And I haven't had one for... oh... seven years. So that explains some things. More importantly, had I done this a year ago, I would have been playing (and improving) for the last year under the tutelage of a pro. But my expectations, standards, and general social m.o. were just too low to get me out there. Lesson learned for next city.
Anyway, before meeting up with Spain I called another girl I had hung out with. Total disaster. Left THE most chode like message ever. She's basically been screening my calls, I think: evidently my skills in the in sack not quite up to par. (Okay there's more to the story, but she basically betaed me in bed. Can explain but a bit painful. Just remember: women need the guy to TAKE CHARGE.)
But instead of calling her on it (white magic), or pretending not to care (black magic), I did the creepy middle ground of being hurt but trying not to sound hurt. Wow. Don't suggest doing that. It was like, "Hey it's Prof. Got your message about the piano... you should look at xyz... um, we haven't hung out for awhile. We should maybe soon and dance... that would be cool. Talk to you later."
Is that someone she wants to hang out with? No. What I wish I had said: "Hope you're not avoiding my calls. That would be soooo uncool. Especially after that orgasm I gave you." Or something like that. Maybe you all can think of something better.
Lesson: Don't hide your emotions--instead, make sure you're in the best state when calling. And don't leave messages; too difficult. Just leave textes and emails... much easier to get in the right frame of mind, etc.
Anyway, thought it was funny how as SOON as I left the message, I realized all the stuff I should have said/not said. But it was so unclear before I made the call.
It's also weird how much her avoiding my calls bothers me. We're not soul-mates or anything, and I've done that a hundred times, but it's always creepy just how powerful a little "push-pull" is. You know? How important someone's validation is; how important it is to "win them back." Which leads me to try to impress someone that I don't agree with by doing things I don't (particularly) agree with.
Weird world. End of day. Need to do actual work one of these days.
PROF
p.s. Postscript: Just received an email from a friend of a friend titled: 30 Day Challenge. It's become a "meme", and evidently her and two friends are launching their own versions. (Not yet invited to join C3, don't worry.) Also, my buddy just went to a tennis match spontaneously, and was just like, "30 Day Challenge"--and he's not doing one. It's like all these people needed some excuse to do all these things, and the "30 Day Challenge" is it. Love it. Gotta keep this up FOREVER.
p.p.s. I'm thinking of upgrading the challenge to something new, someone new, and FIVE conversations that I would not have had before. (Not just girls--whoever.) It's happening naturally, but think I could nudge myself along more. What do you all think?
Monday, July 30, 2007
Never Forget...
... how fucking possible it is.
I'm at a cafe. I just got the number of my super-cute waitress. She says "I never do this." I believe it. I am 80 feet tall and made of diamond. Just kidding.
Just sent my old professor an email as well. The "next step" has begun. And if the waitress said "no", I wouldn't have cared. That's how cool I am.
Don't forget it's possible. AND DON'T FUCKING SETTLE.
Game on, bros.
PROF
I'm at a cafe. I just got the number of my super-cute waitress. She says "I never do this." I believe it. I am 80 feet tall and made of diamond. Just kidding.
Just sent my old professor an email as well. The "next step" has begun. And if the waitress said "no", I wouldn't have cared. That's how cool I am.
Don't forget it's possible. AND DON'T FUCKING SETTLE.
Game on, bros.
PROF
A Week in the Life of Prof - And a Mistake
Sup y'all. I'm back.
Where was I? Well, let's just say the 30 Day Challenge doesn't give me a lot of downtime. I'm tired ALL the time and poor to boot. It's not an avoidable downside to the challenge, but what can I say? Better than before.
So lots of cool stuff. Highlights include meeting the receptionist at my yoga studio, her inviting to hang out with her friends, me going back with them to watch a movie at their house (without the yoga girl), meeting her friend from SPAIN--courting her (chocolates and all! Don't worry, not chode like... promise). And I am taking her out tomorrow night because she's cool as any person I've met here... and from SPAIN. Did I mention that? Feeling good, but I'll need to define the relationship early so I don't end up like the old Protag (just kidding! sort of). Will let you know how that goes.
BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY, I made a serious MISTAKE. A ROOKIE mistake... but my development's been slow, so that's alright. I spent time with a girl I shoudn't have. And by SHOULDN'T I mean: not particularly attracted to her physically, iffy personality, and OTHER GUY IN HER LIFE. That said, I didn't quite know the extent about the "other guy", but I did know that I should not have been there... from the core of my being. Don't tell my mom.
What's the lesson behind all this? One thing: STANDARDS. Not numbers. I think nearly every person I talk to is not living up to the standards they KNOW they could set for themselves. I'm sure there are people who's standards are way too high--but to be honest, I don't think I really know anyone personally like that.
For me, my standards that night were all fucked up--she failed my "shit tests" but still ended up hooking up with me... are you kidding me? Not to mention I had to shower for like 3 hours just feel like a normal person again.
But standards go for my job too... I need to set them for my career, the people in my life, etc. I've always tried to make sure I felt comfortable not matter who the people in my life were--high, low, whatever--but I think I've been actually avoiding the BEST people because I subconsciously think I'm not worthy: of their companies, their friendship, their loving, etc.
Rambling post, I know. But this shit's important. I NEVER want to feel how I felt that night again. And I worry that the dirty hippie thing I like to rock is really cause I'm afraid of the beautiful/cool/together girls that gravitate to the preppy side of life. And that sucks.
One last thing: nightly posts. That's the goal... want to reflect more on life, and can't even remember most of last week. To come.
PROF
Where was I? Well, let's just say the 30 Day Challenge doesn't give me a lot of downtime. I'm tired ALL the time and poor to boot. It's not an avoidable downside to the challenge, but what can I say? Better than before.
So lots of cool stuff. Highlights include meeting the receptionist at my yoga studio, her inviting to hang out with her friends, me going back with them to watch a movie at their house (without the yoga girl), meeting her friend from SPAIN--courting her (chocolates and all! Don't worry, not chode like... promise). And I am taking her out tomorrow night because she's cool as any person I've met here... and from SPAIN. Did I mention that? Feeling good, but I'll need to define the relationship early so I don't end up like the old Protag (just kidding! sort of). Will let you know how that goes.
BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY, I made a serious MISTAKE. A ROOKIE mistake... but my development's been slow, so that's alright. I spent time with a girl I shoudn't have. And by SHOULDN'T I mean: not particularly attracted to her physically, iffy personality, and OTHER GUY IN HER LIFE. That said, I didn't quite know the extent about the "other guy", but I did know that I should not have been there... from the core of my being. Don't tell my mom.
What's the lesson behind all this? One thing: STANDARDS. Not numbers. I think nearly every person I talk to is not living up to the standards they KNOW they could set for themselves. I'm sure there are people who's standards are way too high--but to be honest, I don't think I really know anyone personally like that.
For me, my standards that night were all fucked up--she failed my "shit tests" but still ended up hooking up with me... are you kidding me? Not to mention I had to shower for like 3 hours just feel like a normal person again.
But standards go for my job too... I need to set them for my career, the people in my life, etc. I've always tried to make sure I felt comfortable not matter who the people in my life were--high, low, whatever--but I think I've been actually avoiding the BEST people because I subconsciously think I'm not worthy: of their companies, their friendship, their loving, etc.
Rambling post, I know. But this shit's important. I NEVER want to feel how I felt that night again. And I worry that the dirty hippie thing I like to rock is really cause I'm afraid of the beautiful/cool/together girls that gravitate to the preppy side of life. And that sucks.
One last thing: nightly posts. That's the goal... want to reflect more on life, and can't even remember most of last week. To come.
PROF
Hello?
Prof., Protagonist, Maverick. Are you guys there?
If not I'll take over the blog and dedicate it to my favorite cookie recipes.
If not I'll take over the blog and dedicate it to my favorite cookie recipes.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Soon
Johnny6 is on the cusp of the 30 day challenge. But what would a man as capable, charismatic, and downright charming as me do to inaugurate such an auspicious occasion, one which the scribes of tomorrow will write about? Well, I think my unveiling will be at a book reading in a nearby city. The author, a 27 year old female just debuted a novel about autistic children. The audience, a 26 year old devilishly handsome wunderkid named Johnny6. How shall I have her sign my book:
Johnny6, Thank you for revealing there is more than stories about emotionally stunted children in the world. The next book shall bear a dedication to you.
Your's always,
Author.
I don't think I'd sell that one on ebay, times might get tough; it happens. But what of the following 29 days? A rampage through local bars, a smiling tornado picking up all the women in front of me. Most likely. It will all end at a Mickey Avalon show late August with me and Protag. Prof. you and Maverick are welcome to join.
Johnny6, Thank you for revealing there is more than stories about emotionally stunted children in the world. The next book shall bear a dedication to you.
Your's always,
Author.
I don't think I'd sell that one on ebay, times might get tough; it happens. But what of the following 29 days? A rampage through local bars, a smiling tornado picking up all the women in front of me. Most likely. It will all end at a Mickey Avalon show late August with me and Protag. Prof. you and Maverick are welcome to join.
Monday, July 23, 2007
Spoon Just Got Laid!
No, I don't know him. But that doesn't mean I can't be happy for him.
http://www.realsocialdynamics.com/community/showthread.php?t=8022
-prof
p.s. Maverick is back.
http://www.realsocialdynamics.com/community/showthread.php?t=8022
-prof
p.s. Maverick is back.
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Anger Flows Like Rivers
Last night I went out with two of my good friends. Neither are too social, so I wasn't quite sure how the night would progress. I opened a set on the muni and expected them to jump in and keep the conversation going, that's the way it usually works when I roll with Prof. or Protag. Both were silent content with laughing at the crazy person sharing the bus with us.
Finally, we get to a bar and we start talking to the group sitting next to us. Three girls and two guys, one of whom is related to two of the girls. At some point blood brother spits a popcorn kernel at my buddy, who understandably gets upset but only grumbles to us. Shortly thereafter I overhear this jerk start talking about my hometown and one of its larger yearly soirées. As a local I have a special loathing for these tourist events. Streets get closed, bars charge outrageous covers, special police are sent into town. It all seems rather much. In my drunken stupor I see this as an opportunity to tell off this guy feeling this would be vindication for insulting my friend. After I broach the subject and lay out my grievances with the annual convocation of assholes he asks me if I've ever been to the town. Yes, I have and I've lived there for fifteen years. He on the other hand does not live there but is trading off the fame of my home. Prick, but usual. This is not the first time I've had this conversation. But it gets worse
While I'm being a raging belligerent asshole I overhear one of my companions pull the girls aside and say, "This is what happens when there are too many guys and not enough girls. These guys are douchebags." I immediately stop harassing the tourist and turn my ire to my friend who I feel just sold me out. So while I was standing up for him and he returns the favor by making me look like a dick and doing some shameless self promotion. Of course, he feels he's done nothing wrong. This results with us leaving abruptly and me standing of the street corner with increasing rage and deteriorating rhetoric trying to explain why I feel slighted. I think he finally understood where I was coming from. At no point should you turn on your friends and try to make yourself look better in the face of their short comings.
But what did I learn? Well, I guess you have to know the company you keep and how they'll react in different situations. I'm certain that if a similar situations occurred my friend would act more appropriately. To some extent I think loyalty and honor can be learned in the face of regret at certain incidences, or this case a stern talking to. I think that was somewhere in "The Red Badge of Courage." Hopefully we can analyze our failing and improve upon them the next time around. But it's dangerous to go into the field with untested soldiers. At the very least expectations should be altered when entertaining new company. I came off like a giant asshole to everybody, my friends and strangers, but I feel I had a valid point but maybe my drinking hampered the evening. Certainly I could have handled the situation more tactfully had I not been approaching double figures on my alcohol intake. Something for me to think about.
Finally, we get to a bar and we start talking to the group sitting next to us. Three girls and two guys, one of whom is related to two of the girls. At some point blood brother spits a popcorn kernel at my buddy, who understandably gets upset but only grumbles to us. Shortly thereafter I overhear this jerk start talking about my hometown and one of its larger yearly soirées. As a local I have a special loathing for these tourist events. Streets get closed, bars charge outrageous covers, special police are sent into town. It all seems rather much. In my drunken stupor I see this as an opportunity to tell off this guy feeling this would be vindication for insulting my friend. After I broach the subject and lay out my grievances with the annual convocation of assholes he asks me if I've ever been to the town. Yes, I have and I've lived there for fifteen years. He on the other hand does not live there but is trading off the fame of my home. Prick, but usual. This is not the first time I've had this conversation. But it gets worse
While I'm being a raging belligerent asshole I overhear one of my companions pull the girls aside and say, "This is what happens when there are too many guys and not enough girls. These guys are douchebags." I immediately stop harassing the tourist and turn my ire to my friend who I feel just sold me out. So while I was standing up for him and he returns the favor by making me look like a dick and doing some shameless self promotion. Of course, he feels he's done nothing wrong. This results with us leaving abruptly and me standing of the street corner with increasing rage and deteriorating rhetoric trying to explain why I feel slighted. I think he finally understood where I was coming from. At no point should you turn on your friends and try to make yourself look better in the face of their short comings.
But what did I learn? Well, I guess you have to know the company you keep and how they'll react in different situations. I'm certain that if a similar situations occurred my friend would act more appropriately. To some extent I think loyalty and honor can be learned in the face of regret at certain incidences, or this case a stern talking to. I think that was somewhere in "The Red Badge of Courage." Hopefully we can analyze our failing and improve upon them the next time around. But it's dangerous to go into the field with untested soldiers. At the very least expectations should be altered when entertaining new company. I came off like a giant asshole to everybody, my friends and strangers, but I feel I had a valid point but maybe my drinking hampered the evening. Certainly I could have handled the situation more tactfully had I not been approaching double figures on my alcohol intake. Something for me to think about.
Friday, July 20, 2007
Day 4 - Old Habits Die Hard + Letting Go
Another day, another party. Gotta love it.
Day 4: Thanks to my Google Calendar (tm), I knew that today was the going away party for a friend of mine that I "picked up" at a party (although she insists that she also picked up me... whatever) over a YEAR AGO. Scary. And it's at a bar famous for college students--gigantic, tons of people, most of whom seem very, very single. And a bit young. Or in the Navy. You get the picture.
Boyfriends
Ahead of time, I find out she's dating someone now so I'm prepared for hanging out with her friends, etc. I bring a good friend of mine (WB), and we go into the shit-show bar. I see her from the distance--looking extremely attractice, and very very drunk. I approach to say hi...
AND THEN SHE KISSES ME. On the lips. And starts touching me. And I look to her friend, and she's like WE NEED TO GO NOW. I turn to her other friend, and ask her about the boyfriend--"He's right there, in the blue polo shirt (no joke)."
Fucked up. Through the night, she returns to dance with me (drunkenly--I almost killed her while trying to dip her....) until I tell her to stop trying to make her boyfriend jealous.
An ego boost? Yes. Totally fucked up? Yes too. I've never been on the other side of that, but I've been close--hanging out with a girlfriend's ex, or previous/current crush, etc.--but this must have been brutal.
Old Habits
Saw the girl from twenty feet away. I think beautiful--buddy doesn't see much in her, particularly. But I don't know--I pick up on personality more than most... that's why I don't really think about models, etc. Don't like most of their vibes.
My buddy starts talking to her--"Is your name Stephanie?", etc., etc. I chode out. She's nearby for the rest of the night (and this is BIG bar). And I never talk to her. Guys keep approaching her; I see guys open them. What a wonderful world; but I feel like I'm five years old. Totally intimidated if you not by her--she was quite nice to my obnoxious friend--by the constant stream of guys. Intimidation: need to leave it behind.
She was SUPPOSED to be mine. I don't know how I know that, but I do.
Don't go home alone
But the night isn't over yet. And after dragging a friendofafriend (visiting from law school elsewhere) to the dance floor; after communicating zero needy-interest in her, her friend invites both of us back to her place. Fast-forward a few hours, I'm telling her all my theories of attraction/life, and she's like YES!!!! Evidently law school is the worst of the worst: a bunch of nerdy guys who plan on using money, looks, and status to get girls. Quid pro quo--like a contract. That's hot. Not.
Anyway, I guess I established that "I'm not the other guys," because she wanted me to TEACH other guys this stuff--I was like, um, I'm still working on my game, thanks.
I ended up on the couch with her, cuddling, and I'm convinced one of the main reasons is that I'm constantly thinking "eh, this could go either way and i'm completely fine with it," while still slowly moving in the direction of happening.
[I have a theory that people sub-consciously directly pick up your thoughts--and I actually mean directly. Its not paranormal: just that people's brains are part of their bodies, and therefore thoughts create ripples in the body. Just read the tai-chi parts of The Art of Learning. Actually don't--it's going to be my christmas gift for everybody.]
I'm giving off that thought deeply, and it's very comfortable. We start cuddling, and at one point she tells me "I don't want to have sex." And I react in a way I haven't really reacted in for a long time--like a gentleman. Sort of. "Okay, don't worry about it. We won't." And then just keep on keeping on.
And as I said it, all worry just sort of floated away in her. It was cool. She established that she has some power, that I respect it, but that I'm also not going to (a) give up, (b) be hurt, (c) feel ashamed. We ended up not (again, totally fine) but more importantly it felt right.
Woke up, walked home, and made it work half hour late. Not bad.
Lessons learned
1) Girls like lots of guys. They spend time with multiple guys at a time. They generally sleep with only one at a time, but sometimes more (e.g. Sperm Wars). If they are not, they are at least preparing the next possible guy to sleep with while dating one guy. (That's just subconscious common sense.)
2) Not choding out is my number one self-development goal. In anything. I actually just choded out at lunch--beautiful looking girl in a table nearby, looked interesting and beautiful. Had plenty of opportunity. Fundamentally, I think the 30 Day Challenge is about not choding out in the broadest sense of the word.
3) Only WANT things insofar as you can avoid feeling rejected, shamed, disappointed, or otherwise if you DON'T get them. (Paradoxical, I know.) Any of those feelings will be communicated beforehand, hurting both your ability to function, the flow of the situation, and your perceived value. Must learn to "want" without disturbing the flow between you and the wanted--an art of desire?
Going to a concert tonight. What's up with y'all?
prof
Day 4: Thanks to my Google Calendar (tm), I knew that today was the going away party for a friend of mine that I "picked up" at a party (although she insists that she also picked up me... whatever) over a YEAR AGO. Scary. And it's at a bar famous for college students--gigantic, tons of people, most of whom seem very, very single. And a bit young. Or in the Navy. You get the picture.
Boyfriends
Ahead of time, I find out she's dating someone now so I'm prepared for hanging out with her friends, etc. I bring a good friend of mine (WB), and we go into the shit-show bar. I see her from the distance--looking extremely attractice, and very very drunk. I approach to say hi...
AND THEN SHE KISSES ME. On the lips. And starts touching me. And I look to her friend, and she's like WE NEED TO GO NOW. I turn to her other friend, and ask her about the boyfriend--"He's right there, in the blue polo shirt (no joke)."
Fucked up. Through the night, she returns to dance with me (drunkenly--I almost killed her while trying to dip her....) until I tell her to stop trying to make her boyfriend jealous.
An ego boost? Yes. Totally fucked up? Yes too. I've never been on the other side of that, but I've been close--hanging out with a girlfriend's ex, or previous/current crush, etc.--but this must have been brutal.
Old Habits
Saw the girl from twenty feet away. I think beautiful--buddy doesn't see much in her, particularly. But I don't know--I pick up on personality more than most... that's why I don't really think about models, etc. Don't like most of their vibes.
My buddy starts talking to her--"Is your name Stephanie?", etc., etc. I chode out. She's nearby for the rest of the night (and this is BIG bar). And I never talk to her. Guys keep approaching her; I see guys open them. What a wonderful world; but I feel like I'm five years old. Totally intimidated if you not by her--she was quite nice to my obnoxious friend--by the constant stream of guys. Intimidation: need to leave it behind.
She was SUPPOSED to be mine. I don't know how I know that, but I do.
Don't go home alone
But the night isn't over yet. And after dragging a friendofafriend (visiting from law school elsewhere) to the dance floor; after communicating zero needy-interest in her, her friend invites both of us back to her place. Fast-forward a few hours, I'm telling her all my theories of attraction/life, and she's like YES!!!! Evidently law school is the worst of the worst: a bunch of nerdy guys who plan on using money, looks, and status to get girls. Quid pro quo--like a contract. That's hot. Not.
Anyway, I guess I established that "I'm not the other guys," because she wanted me to TEACH other guys this stuff--I was like, um, I'm still working on my game, thanks.
I ended up on the couch with her, cuddling, and I'm convinced one of the main reasons is that I'm constantly thinking "eh, this could go either way and i'm completely fine with it," while still slowly moving in the direction of happening.
[I have a theory that people sub-consciously directly pick up your thoughts--and I actually mean directly. Its not paranormal: just that people's brains are part of their bodies, and therefore thoughts create ripples in the body. Just read the tai-chi parts of The Art of Learning. Actually don't--it's going to be my christmas gift for everybody.]
I'm giving off that thought deeply, and it's very comfortable. We start cuddling, and at one point she tells me "I don't want to have sex." And I react in a way I haven't really reacted in for a long time--like a gentleman. Sort of. "Okay, don't worry about it. We won't." And then just keep on keeping on.
And as I said it, all worry just sort of floated away in her. It was cool. She established that she has some power, that I respect it, but that I'm also not going to (a) give up, (b) be hurt, (c) feel ashamed. We ended up not (again, totally fine) but more importantly it felt right.
Woke up, walked home, and made it work half hour late. Not bad.
Lessons learned
1) Girls like lots of guys. They spend time with multiple guys at a time. They generally sleep with only one at a time, but sometimes more (e.g. Sperm Wars). If they are not, they are at least preparing the next possible guy to sleep with while dating one guy. (That's just subconscious common sense.)
2) Not choding out is my number one self-development goal. In anything. I actually just choded out at lunch--beautiful looking girl in a table nearby, looked interesting and beautiful. Had plenty of opportunity. Fundamentally, I think the 30 Day Challenge is about not choding out in the broadest sense of the word.
3) Only WANT things insofar as you can avoid feeling rejected, shamed, disappointed, or otherwise if you DON'T get them. (Paradoxical, I know.) Any of those feelings will be communicated beforehand, hurting both your ability to function, the flow of the situation, and your perceived value. Must learn to "want" without disturbing the flow between you and the wanted--an art of desire?
Going to a concert tonight. What's up with y'all?
prof
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Freedom?
It's finally happening. And my feelings are so mixed I don't know up from down. But after almost 3 years...
I'm breaking up with my girlfriend.
Or rather, she's breaking up with me. Or rather, she's leaving me because I'm not that into her. She even has a book about it called He's Just Not That Into You.
And I suppose really I'm not. And I haven't been since very early on the relationship. Which brings me to the C3 part of this post.
I need to stop being caught by girls. I'm the one who should do the catching.
And even more emphatically, I need to stop ending relationships by either leaving the country or treating her like shit for 2 years until she's finally had enough and leaves.
It's fucking awful. And totally not who I want to be. Kurt Russell wouldn't do it. Bruce Cambpell wouldn't do it. And shit if they don't do it, then I don't want to do it.
My goal for the rest of my dating years is to be clear and honest about where I'm at and what I want AND to actually take action on it. If I'm over it, it's not enough to say "Baby, I don't think I'm into you anymore... seriously, you should dump me..."
That's not at all what I want to say. What I want to say is
"Baby, this isn't working out. I'm not feeling it. It's over. No, no, tears won't break my steely resolve or soften my gigantic testicles, it's over"
Or at the very least I wanna be like an old timey kid setting his pet wild animal free to roam the woods:
"Go Pojo. Just go!! Don't follow me! I don't love you Pojo! I never loved you! Just go!!"
The truth is my girlfriend (ex girlfriend?) is awesome. There are a million things I love about her and I'm deathly afraid I won't be able to find anyone like her. I'm afraid I'll never have another connection anywhere near as deep as I have with her.
And cliche as it is, I honestly think she deserves someone who will appreciate her more.
We've had this pattern where she pursues me from the beginning of our relationship. So my first mistake was letting myself be roped into a relationship... though I wouldn't give up a minute of it... so that's a conundrum I guess.
But anyway, in this case my BIG mistake was trying to force us apart by acting cold and being mean to her. Partially because I hoped she would dump me as result, partially because I thought it would allow me to break up with her.
Bitch move on my part. Pussy too. And quite a bit douchey as well. I know I'm playing it off but it really does make me feel facking terrible.
So, to avoid this I have (2) goals (which I've already mentioned, but I'm going to state them again in official form)
In the mean time, I'll be taking a break from the dating scene. No rebound for me thank you very much.
But I look forward to some new shit through Johnny6, the Prof and the Tharutee Daiyo Challenju! Hai!
--Protagonist
I'm breaking up with my girlfriend.
Or rather, she's breaking up with me. Or rather, she's leaving me because I'm not that into her. She even has a book about it called He's Just Not That Into You.
And I suppose really I'm not. And I haven't been since very early on the relationship. Which brings me to the C3 part of this post.
I need to stop being caught by girls. I'm the one who should do the catching.
And even more emphatically, I need to stop ending relationships by either leaving the country or treating her like shit for 2 years until she's finally had enough and leaves.
It's fucking awful. And totally not who I want to be. Kurt Russell wouldn't do it. Bruce Cambpell wouldn't do it. And shit if they don't do it, then I don't want to do it.
My goal for the rest of my dating years is to be clear and honest about where I'm at and what I want AND to actually take action on it. If I'm over it, it's not enough to say "Baby, I don't think I'm into you anymore... seriously, you should dump me..."
That's not at all what I want to say. What I want to say is
"Baby, this isn't working out. I'm not feeling it. It's over. No, no, tears won't break my steely resolve or soften my gigantic testicles, it's over"
Or at the very least I wanna be like an old timey kid setting his pet wild animal free to roam the woods:
"Go Pojo. Just go!! Don't follow me! I don't love you Pojo! I never loved you! Just go!!"
The truth is my girlfriend (ex girlfriend?) is awesome. There are a million things I love about her and I'm deathly afraid I won't be able to find anyone like her. I'm afraid I'll never have another connection anywhere near as deep as I have with her.
And cliche as it is, I honestly think she deserves someone who will appreciate her more.
We've had this pattern where she pursues me from the beginning of our relationship. So my first mistake was letting myself be roped into a relationship... though I wouldn't give up a minute of it... so that's a conundrum I guess.
But anyway, in this case my BIG mistake was trying to force us apart by acting cold and being mean to her. Partially because I hoped she would dump me as result, partially because I thought it would allow me to break up with her.
Bitch move on my part. Pussy too. And quite a bit douchey as well. I know I'm playing it off but it really does make me feel facking terrible.
So, to avoid this I have (2) goals (which I've already mentioned, but I'm going to state them again in official form)
(1) Actively pursue women I find amazing (instead of being afraid of them). This should keep me from just falling in with whomever decides I should be their boyfriend.
(2) If I somehow do end up in a relationship I don't want to be in, sack up and end it. Clint Eastwood style. Come right out and say it and stick to the decision. No take backs.
In the mean time, I'll be taking a break from the dating scene. No rebound for me thank you very much.
But I look forward to some new shit through Johnny6, the Prof and the Tharutee Daiyo Challenju! Hai!
--Protagonist
Day 1-3: Success at Last!
Hey all-
Okay, it's been three days in the 30 day challenge. Have a few epiphanies, and one "successful" night. But the epiphanies overall-more important.
Day 1: Stopped at every turn. Don't know exactly what happened, but I do remember the first time I thought "fuck, I really don't know anyone in DC. that needs to change, okay prof?". So after working out, instead of going home and doing whatever i do there (not blog appropriate), i stopped by the grungy-but-cool-looking bar near my home.
Went in and ordered a drink (and after a workout, basically got me drunk), and joked around with this really drunk and possibly gay black guy.
And even though I felt out of place; even though I had a hard time acting normal and not intimidated and shy around this truly nice gjuy; I realized the benefits of just doing straight up NEW things. I'm sitting there and realizing that all the times that I didn't want to get drinks with friends after work... that I was missing something basic (that's sometimes lost on them too, to be fair): the beauty of just kicking back with friends and enjoying life. The tables around me were full of mid-30s and older people just hanging out and talking and joking... what an empty life without that sort of communal happiness. Right fucking on.
Day 2: More depressing than the last? Dunno. I didn't have anything planned (need to get better--got the full rss feed + google calendar things going on now, so I'm golden), and on my way out of work, ask a quiet but cool girl if we wants to join me to some far-off mall that supposed (though not in reality...) has cheap eye exams. (I need contacts if I'm going to truly rock out this month).
She joined me, and then we went to a local bar that I would never go to otherwise--out in VA, somewhere I generally avoid (city snob that I am).
It was cool--suddenly I'm hanging out with someone new, watching a local poker tournament, and spent an hour browsing clothes in a mall. When do i ever do these things?
But it was also sort of sobering. "Being social" is not enough. She was cool but shy--and frankly didn't want a rockstar life. I realized that even the right places require the right people to have a good time, and build deep social circles. Shy people--or whatever--just aren't going to cut it. Being social is more than hanging out with people--it's gotta be the right people. Or maybe I just need to bring the party myself? Way of the superior man, no doubt.
Day 3: The first UNQUALIFIED SUCCESS.
Same situation as before. No friends. I'm getting used to this concept. There's an epic concert that I just heard about--a "gypsy punk" band called Gogol Bordello. But it's epic, and sold out, and I'm just too late. But it's looks so cool--an entire club dancing insanely, sweaty, and loving it.
So I'm resigned to watch a different band at a club loner style (that's not sold out), and just hope to god my ex isn't there with her friends. Not the way of the superior man, but anyway... but instead start talking to a friend of mine in the gym--and convince HIM to try to buy tickets with me. And he invites a girl he knows; I work my skills outside the club and suddenly we have three tickets and a kickass concert to go to.
And in the middle moshing around with big dudes, small dudes, young girls, and girls my age (god forbid), it occurs to me a) how awesome life is, b) how even with the right PEOPLE and the right SITUATION (this band is amazing, trust me), you still need the right c) skills/attitudes/etc. to take it the next level. I realized that in order to create the situations that I'm dying to have, I need to learn the skills to make them work.
My buddy R is a serious flirt, so he opens everyone and gets everyone talking everywhere. Good stuff. By the end of the show, I'm rocking out and see this beautiful girl sort of next to me. So I nod to her, put my shoulder up against hers, and we start jumping in time with one another and generally rocking out. And it's totally fucking cool. Did I mention she's beautiful?
At the end of the night, she's talking with a guy with her girlfriend, and I keep hesistating to go back and say whatsup. But instead of beating myself up about it, I just sort of laugh about it. Much healthier. Anyway, end up rolling up to say hi, and totally, totally blow it.
I talk with her for a second, joke with the guy, then lean over and ask him "is it cool if I ask for her number?" I know. Embarrassing. But let me continue. He says, "Well, she has a boyfriend." At this point, I feel comfortably (if depressingly) in friend territory, and just say to her "You have a boyfriend?!!!" and whatever. End with "nice meeting you."
No name. No number. Not even MY name. Jesus. AFC all the way. [Side note: once saw a logo that said "AFC Not For Me". How much do I want that shirt.]
But imagine this instead. Walk up:
prof: Hey, wanted to introduce myself. I'm prof.
girl: i'm _____
girl2: _____
guy: _______
prof: it's was fun dancing with you two. you come here much?
girl: [whatever.]
prof: what was the last show?
girl: [asdf]
prof: not bad [or whatever]. I'm seeing DBT on Friday... you going?
girl: Yeah, actually...
prof: cool, i'm pre-partying with some friends beforehand. why don't come out? i'll call you when I head out.
etc, etc.
Here's the point: she WANTED me to be confident. She WANTED me to feel worthy. She WANTED me to make her work. She WANTED me to invite her to something that wasn't a DATE or GIRLFRIEND related, but a chance for her to impress me and vice versa.
Especially at this age, people are just looking for people that believe they are worthy. Jobs, girls, whatever. Able to take pushback (as we say in the consulting world, etc.), and able to make them work for you as much you work for them. Way of the superior man.
I sold myself short--once again. Maybe that's the most IMMEDIATE thing I want to change. Just the feeling of worthiness; the expectations for how other people should react to me. Because people WANT to interact with people who feel worthy--not superior, but worthy--because it's a deeper interaction; it's not hidden behind lots of little jokes, nervous polite questions, lack of eye contact, and fundamental fear. The "skill" that puas learn is largely around becoming, believing, and acting like you're worthy of whatever you is that you want. And that goes for everything, no?
--
But larger point, that shouldn't be forgotten--Day 3 was a raging success. This is the sort of concert that every later goes, "man, I wish I went to that." The 30 Day Challenge is already a success, but need to keep finding a) situations, b) people, and c) the attitude and skills that we create the social situations that I truly want.
We'll see. How you boys doing?
-prof
Okay, it's been three days in the 30 day challenge. Have a few epiphanies, and one "successful" night. But the epiphanies overall-more important.
Day 1: Stopped at every turn. Don't know exactly what happened, but I do remember the first time I thought "fuck, I really don't know anyone in DC. that needs to change, okay prof?". So after working out, instead of going home and doing whatever i do there (not blog appropriate), i stopped by the grungy-but-cool-looking bar near my home.
Went in and ordered a drink (and after a workout, basically got me drunk), and joked around with this really drunk and possibly gay black guy.
And even though I felt out of place; even though I had a hard time acting normal and not intimidated and shy around this truly nice gjuy; I realized the benefits of just doing straight up NEW things. I'm sitting there and realizing that all the times that I didn't want to get drinks with friends after work... that I was missing something basic (that's sometimes lost on them too, to be fair): the beauty of just kicking back with friends and enjoying life. The tables around me were full of mid-30s and older people just hanging out and talking and joking... what an empty life without that sort of communal happiness. Right fucking on.
Day 2: More depressing than the last? Dunno. I didn't have anything planned (need to get better--got the full rss feed + google calendar things going on now, so I'm golden), and on my way out of work, ask a quiet but cool girl if we wants to join me to some far-off mall that supposed (though not in reality...) has cheap eye exams. (I need contacts if I'm going to truly rock out this month).
She joined me, and then we went to a local bar that I would never go to otherwise--out in VA, somewhere I generally avoid (city snob that I am).
It was cool--suddenly I'm hanging out with someone new, watching a local poker tournament, and spent an hour browsing clothes in a mall. When do i ever do these things?
But it was also sort of sobering. "Being social" is not enough. She was cool but shy--and frankly didn't want a rockstar life. I realized that even the right places require the right people to have a good time, and build deep social circles. Shy people--or whatever--just aren't going to cut it. Being social is more than hanging out with people--it's gotta be the right people. Or maybe I just need to bring the party myself? Way of the superior man, no doubt.
Day 3: The first UNQUALIFIED SUCCESS.
Same situation as before. No friends. I'm getting used to this concept. There's an epic concert that I just heard about--a "gypsy punk" band called Gogol Bordello. But it's epic, and sold out, and I'm just too late. But it's looks so cool--an entire club dancing insanely, sweaty, and loving it.
So I'm resigned to watch a different band at a club loner style (that's not sold out), and just hope to god my ex isn't there with her friends. Not the way of the superior man, but anyway... but instead start talking to a friend of mine in the gym--and convince HIM to try to buy tickets with me. And he invites a girl he knows; I work my skills outside the club and suddenly we have three tickets and a kickass concert to go to.
And in the middle moshing around with big dudes, small dudes, young girls, and girls my age (god forbid), it occurs to me a) how awesome life is, b) how even with the right PEOPLE and the right SITUATION (this band is amazing, trust me), you still need the right c) skills/attitudes/etc. to take it the next level. I realized that in order to create the situations that I'm dying to have, I need to learn the skills to make them work.
My buddy R is a serious flirt, so he opens everyone and gets everyone talking everywhere. Good stuff. By the end of the show, I'm rocking out and see this beautiful girl sort of next to me. So I nod to her, put my shoulder up against hers, and we start jumping in time with one another and generally rocking out. And it's totally fucking cool. Did I mention she's beautiful?
At the end of the night, she's talking with a guy with her girlfriend, and I keep hesistating to go back and say whatsup. But instead of beating myself up about it, I just sort of laugh about it. Much healthier. Anyway, end up rolling up to say hi, and totally, totally blow it.
I talk with her for a second, joke with the guy, then lean over and ask him "is it cool if I ask for her number?" I know. Embarrassing. But let me continue. He says, "Well, she has a boyfriend." At this point, I feel comfortably (if depressingly) in friend territory, and just say to her "You have a boyfriend?!!!" and whatever. End with "nice meeting you."
No name. No number. Not even MY name. Jesus. AFC all the way. [Side note: once saw a logo that said "AFC Not For Me". How much do I want that shirt.]
But imagine this instead. Walk up:
prof: Hey, wanted to introduce myself. I'm prof.
girl: i'm _____
girl2: _____
guy: _______
prof: it's was fun dancing with you two. you come here much?
girl: [whatever.]
prof: what was the last show?
girl: [asdf]
prof: not bad [or whatever]. I'm seeing DBT on Friday... you going?
girl: Yeah, actually...
prof: cool, i'm pre-partying with some friends beforehand. why don't come out? i'll call you when I head out.
etc, etc.
Here's the point: she WANTED me to be confident. She WANTED me to feel worthy. She WANTED me to make her work. She WANTED me to invite her to something that wasn't a DATE or GIRLFRIEND related, but a chance for her to impress me and vice versa.
Especially at this age, people are just looking for people that believe they are worthy. Jobs, girls, whatever. Able to take pushback (as we say in the consulting world, etc.), and able to make them work for you as much you work for them. Way of the superior man.
I sold myself short--once again. Maybe that's the most IMMEDIATE thing I want to change. Just the feeling of worthiness; the expectations for how other people should react to me. Because people WANT to interact with people who feel worthy--not superior, but worthy--because it's a deeper interaction; it's not hidden behind lots of little jokes, nervous polite questions, lack of eye contact, and fundamental fear. The "skill" that puas learn is largely around becoming, believing, and acting like you're worthy of whatever you is that you want. And that goes for everything, no?
--
But larger point, that shouldn't be forgotten--Day 3 was a raging success. This is the sort of concert that every later goes, "man, I wish I went to that." The 30 Day Challenge is already a success, but need to keep finding a) situations, b) people, and c) the attitude and skills that we create the social situations that I truly want.
We'll see. How you boys doing?
-prof
Monday, July 16, 2007
The Revelations of Johnny6
I guess I'm the only member yet to be unveiled. Tardy is the new punctual, very hard to pull off on a blog. So I'll jump in.
I'll admit to being a little scared of the challenge,but I'm willing to give it the old college try. My trepidations lie in all the excuses previously outlined by Prof. Despite the fact that he so eloquently and logically debunked them these reasons still linger. But I've also been confounded by what to do. As often the case action is inversely proportional to options. I've started asking others what they would do if the challenge were posed to them. Any ideas I have might still fall within my limitations of imagination, so to get the most out of this I'm open to ideas. I've been phrasing it "what would you do if you had 30 days to live?" The people I've asked have no good answers. So far I've gotten; shorten my life, hang out with family, and rack up credit card debt. Are people so dull that even their dreams are boring? For most of us that's an average Monday. Braving a commute, smoking a cigarette, and paying rent fulfill all those requirements.
I've found my own answers to those questions to be more expansive and in some cases grandiose, the parameters of the challenge limit some of these ideas. And some of my ideas are as banal as somebodies Monday. I guess it's all relative. I was frightened to learn that some of my answers to this question were my biggest secrets, the lives I dream about while starring off into space at work. I doubt I will lie on my deathbed lamenting partaking in life or this challenge, unless this has a murderous stipulation I'm unaware of. Now that I know what I want do I dare to achieve it?
I'll admit to being a little scared of the challenge,but I'm willing to give it the old college try. My trepidations lie in all the excuses previously outlined by Prof. Despite the fact that he so eloquently and logically debunked them these reasons still linger. But I've also been confounded by what to do. As often the case action is inversely proportional to options. I've started asking others what they would do if the challenge were posed to them. Any ideas I have might still fall within my limitations of imagination, so to get the most out of this I'm open to ideas. I've been phrasing it "what would you do if you had 30 days to live?" The people I've asked have no good answers. So far I've gotten; shorten my life, hang out with family, and rack up credit card debt. Are people so dull that even their dreams are boring? For most of us that's an average Monday. Braving a commute, smoking a cigarette, and paying rent fulfill all those requirements.
I've found my own answers to those questions to be more expansive and in some cases grandiose, the parameters of the challenge limit some of these ideas. And some of my ideas are as banal as somebodies Monday. I guess it's all relative. I was frightened to learn that some of my answers to this question were my biggest secrets, the lives I dream about while starring off into space at work. I doubt I will lie on my deathbed lamenting partaking in life or this challenge, unless this has a murderous stipulation I'm unaware of. Now that I know what I want do I dare to achieve it?
The 30 Day Challenge - Explained
Fucking blogger erased my first explanation. Maybe a sign from the gods? I will ignore it anyway.
I've been thinking about what the point of the 30 Day Challenge is. I think at the end of the day, it's just a way to get rid of the EXCUSES that CONSUME everyday life. Here's a short list of the many that I go through every day:
1) Too Tired (unless I'm falling asleep at work and fully cafeinated, this should not apply).
2) Just need to "relax" (what is wrong with you? what's more relaxing than a post-coital cuddle? thought so.)
3) Too much work (but you don't really DO any work. And you need deadlines anyway. Why not fuck around until they come?)
4) Better timing later (yeah. it would suck to have fun while i'm still young. and besides, the good timing never actually comes, so this is idiotic.)
5) Not "me" (so highschool i am embarrassed to write this. the central tenet the puas spend their lives destroying. thank god.)
6) Procrastination (a more difficult problem... i think i have some sort of disease.)
7) Lots of little stuff (umm... who CARES how clean your room is? or that you're wearing clean boxers, or whatever. Can't you do that when there's not something AWESOME going on?)
etc, etc.
You see the point. I think the 30 Day Challenge is about a) realizing what you want, b) forcing yourself to overcome the little rationalizations that stop EVERYBODY from getting what they want. Seriously. Do you think ANYONE wants to live in a routine, doing the same stuff, cuddling with their girlfriends/boyfriends, unless they are totally exhausted the "newness" and TRULY need a recharge? Don't think so. There's just lots, and lots, and lots of excuses.
Why do you people always drunk dial? They want to HANG OUT and SOCIALIZE and do something cool, but when they're sober they're like, "I forgot the million and one reasons I shouldn't call." But are they GOOD REASONS? Not usually.
I think everyone's got their own version of the 30 Day Challenge, but the common element is this: instead of spending each day thinking about why something you want isn't "convenient" today; it's about DESPARATELY FINDING A WAY to do something despite inconvenience. Because if you don't, you're a big chode. And C3 will be testament to your chodeness. And I will send the link to your mother.
Rock out dudes. My take on my 30 day experiment coming up... although i'm too tired to write it tonight.
word!
PROF
I've been thinking about what the point of the 30 Day Challenge is. I think at the end of the day, it's just a way to get rid of the EXCUSES that CONSUME everyday life. Here's a short list of the many that I go through every day:
1) Too Tired (unless I'm falling asleep at work and fully cafeinated, this should not apply).
2) Just need to "relax" (what is wrong with you? what's more relaxing than a post-coital cuddle? thought so.)
3) Too much work (but you don't really DO any work. And you need deadlines anyway. Why not fuck around until they come?)
4) Better timing later (yeah. it would suck to have fun while i'm still young. and besides, the good timing never actually comes, so this is idiotic.)
5) Not "me" (so highschool i am embarrassed to write this. the central tenet the puas spend their lives destroying. thank god.)
6) Procrastination (a more difficult problem... i think i have some sort of disease.)
7) Lots of little stuff (umm... who CARES how clean your room is? or that you're wearing clean boxers, or whatever. Can't you do that when there's not something AWESOME going on?)
etc, etc.
You see the point. I think the 30 Day Challenge is about a) realizing what you want, b) forcing yourself to overcome the little rationalizations that stop EVERYBODY from getting what they want. Seriously. Do you think ANYONE wants to live in a routine, doing the same stuff, cuddling with their girlfriends/boyfriends, unless they are totally exhausted the "newness" and TRULY need a recharge? Don't think so. There's just lots, and lots, and lots of excuses.
Why do you people always drunk dial? They want to HANG OUT and SOCIALIZE and do something cool, but when they're sober they're like, "I forgot the million and one reasons I shouldn't call." But are they GOOD REASONS? Not usually.
I think everyone's got their own version of the 30 Day Challenge, but the common element is this: instead of spending each day thinking about why something you want isn't "convenient" today; it's about DESPARATELY FINDING A WAY to do something despite inconvenience. Because if you don't, you're a big chode. And C3 will be testament to your chodeness. And I will send the link to your mother.
Rock out dudes. My take on my 30 day experiment coming up... although i'm too tired to write it tonight.
word!
PROF
Sunday, July 15, 2007
30 Things for 30 days
Ah the 30 day challenge. I'm not sure I'll participate due to the possibility of dealing with other shit. Which I will post about later... But I insist on being someone's old person to do new things with.
Here's what we have so far. Some of these ideas are from me, some from a yet-to-be named C3 bad ass who is facing the challenge:
Ride a motorcycle
Learn how to dance
Protest something
Volunteer or give blood
Attend a kick boxing class (probably with Protagonist)
Yoga (probably with Protagonist or my friend -----)
Stop smoking
Go to a museum
Invite a stranger or casual acquaintance to see a movie with me
Tell a stranger she's beautiful
Go to an open mic night and perform a comedy routine
And my personal ideas:
Submit a story or cartoon to the New Yorker or some similar publication
Try an acting class
Try out AS an actor in a commercial or something
Go fishing (I've never done it anyway)
Try rock climbing
Paintball!
Make some Guerilla Art ala Banksy
Throw someone a party. Possibly someone returning from a trip...
Have a waiter deliver a drink to a stranger or group of strangers. When they look over, raise your glass with a crooked smile.
That's 20 so we still need at LEAST 10 more. And I dare anyone to come up with something better than that last one.
Good luck ye kings of men.
--Protagonist
Here's what we have so far. Some of these ideas are from me, some from a yet-to-be named C3 bad ass who is facing the challenge:
Ride a motorcycle
Learn how to dance
Protest something
Volunteer or give blood
Attend a kick boxing class (probably with Protagonist)
Yoga (probably with Protagonist or my friend -----)
Stop smoking
Go to a museum
Invite a stranger or casual acquaintance to see a movie with me
Tell a stranger she's beautiful
Go to an open mic night and perform a comedy routine
And my personal ideas:
Submit a story or cartoon to the New Yorker or some similar publication
Try an acting class
Try out AS an actor in a commercial or something
Go fishing (I've never done it anyway)
Try rock climbing
Paintball!
Make some Guerilla Art ala Banksy
Throw someone a party. Possibly someone returning from a trip...
Have a waiter deliver a drink to a stranger or group of strangers. When they look over, raise your glass with a crooked smile.
That's 20 so we still need at LEAST 10 more. And I dare anyone to come up with something better than that last one.
Good luck ye kings of men.
--Protagonist
Well you fuckers...
the blog is officially launched. Here we go. Start posting.
I will share with you all my random thoughts, hopefully in a way that makes my life/our lives more awesome. Do the same.
First up: 30 Day Challenge.
-prof
I will share with you all my random thoughts, hopefully in a way that makes my life/our lives more awesome. Do the same.
First up: 30 Day Challenge.
-prof
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