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Author: | RitualSlave [ Thu Jul 18, 2013 3:59 am ] |
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Apartments In Kalamazoo That Are Shiny (Task 60 Launch!) Did SEO research on “Kalamazoo,” and “Kalamazoo apartments” shows. So there’s only one thing for today: Visit apartments. If you’re curious, I used the The Challenge’s filters:
Besides, I need to expand my mind on living spaces. Your Brother, Aaron Bell DB’s: IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIII I’m A Spy Now! Keep Quiet (Task 60 Completed!) Today, I visited Summer Ridge apartments–as a spy. It was pretty interesting to experience the level of enthusiasm that she gave me. It was profound to see such dedication to getting me to live there. Was it my rocker style haircut? The designer Buckle jeans? The fitted shirt? The Cambridge journal? The $70 square-tipped leather shoes? Or was it my overall poise? Well, maybe it’s the fact that I have money now. Or maybe it’s a racist reason (I’m white)–Who knows? All I know is that this was frightening at first. Visiting this apartment complex without the intention to buy… was just outside of my comfort zone. But you can find the article on the SEO-friendly site–it’s way better there After a week or two, you’ll be able to reference this site as an authority. I can even get a hidden camera and microphone, and you’ll get the same salesmanship that I get! Converse tomorrow? Your Brother, Aaron IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII |
Author: | RitualSlave [ Fri Jul 19, 2013 2:53 am ] |
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Spreading Ass Too Wide PLUS Insights (Task 61 Complete-Ish) This was some shit. I was a fool, haha. I allowed so many things to pull attention:
Got it–By eliminating these tasks now, mentals space freed. I can now rev up the computing power to more effective tasks. Converse tomorrow? Your Bro Aaron IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIII |
Author: | RitualSlave [ Fri Jul 19, 2013 3:33 pm ] |
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“Stop Fucking Around” I’m not!!! Perhaps you thought I wasn’t taking this blog seriously–at least with the last challenge anyway. Well, to that I reply with this long-ass list of realization. These come from the venn diagramming challenge so far. They’re prioritized by “Value-creation impact:”
Ever since venn diagramming, I’ve been able to make important connections more easily. I’ve been able to write a working, somewhat complicated Excel program from reading in 4 hours (granted, I have prior programming experience). I’ve been able to make useful metaphors out of thing (like when a spider landed in my face: “I must grow a better web to catch better prey”). It’s all been extremely useful–especially because it models Google, the most successful Internet company ever. Also, this thinking models Facebook’s, eBay’s, Amazon’s, etc. All in all, super useful Aaron Bell out! IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII II |
Author: | RitualSlave [ Fri Jul 19, 2013 3:37 pm ] |
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A Secret Fear I Regret Having (Task 61 Launch!) “Oh God.” Have you ever just stared at the comments box–perhaps on Facebook–going schizophrenic on whether you should send it? Have you ever opened your inbox to find your message read… for two days… still with no reply? Have you ever said “Shit. God that was a bad idea” with a piece or two that you’ve written? Well, that’s exactly what I feel every time I write one of these posts–I feel that something bad’s going to happen with each one. And the worst part is that my ex-boss has probably read each of these posts. Fuck me, right? Well, this feeling is one emotion, or fear, that I hope to circumvent. It’d be great to really develop a comfort zone with the writing here that no one has ever seen before. Because ever since I was a child, I would always write stories. Instead of playing with other children, I would sit on the edge of the playground, 20 cent generic notebook in hand, and write fantasy stories that modeled what I saw in the Baldur’s Gate series. Looking back on it, I wrote so much, that, when I wrote a piece that modeled what I saw in Resident Evil 4, my sister told me, “This is good,” I feel that I can actually believe her. But even though I wrote so much–with a spike of fantasy stories in the fourth grade when I read Redwall–there wasn’t really a time when I would expand and stretch my comfort zone. For example, I hated editing and still hate editing. It’s a process that does nothing but point fingers at why my writing sucks. And because I never had the idea to make a list of the things that were right with what I write (until just now–which is an awesome idea), I never did it. Editing was solely a period of torment, a crucible that only those stronger than I could handle. Until now. With the power of this blog due to the accountability it presumes, i now feel ready to give new styles of writing and thinking a go. It’s time to release the shackles of heavy thinking without heavy responsibility. There’s time for draftibating later. So, in order to develop the skill of writing so that people don’t point at it and tell me I suck and make me cry, I commit to:
this site and stay here for a while. Even if you have a couple other things to do, it’s nice to think that just 15-30 minutes of reading articles like these a day can help a someone become more productive and focus on “doing the right things” instead doing unimportant shit right. If you’re interested here are some articles you might enjoy checking out: An Inner Crucible: Moments of Torment Saving Private Ryan Knife Moment (Task 54 Complete!) (Still) The Hardest One Of All (Eight Task Setup) You Can’t Justify Your Way Out Of Hate (Task 15 Completed) Moments Of Inner Release Tasketh Sixteeneth, Bi*tch! (The Grid-Iron Game) If You Want To Let Go… Hold On Tighter (To What You Value Most) Moments Of Victory: Second Task Result! Touched Some Ta-Tas! And got a number… I Really Hate Some Of The Sh** I Do (Eighth Task Completed… Lol) There’s Only So Much Amazing You Can Improve In 42 Days, But I’ve Yet To Find Out How Much!! (Task 42 LANDED YO!!) I surmise that we’ll be even better friends before long! Your Friend, Aaron IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII |
Author: | RitualSlave [ Sun Jul 21, 2013 4:08 am ] |
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Man Scared By Storm! [FUNNY] (Task 61-62 Soon) Forgive my unforgivable absence! As many can attest, life comes with the good AND the bad. Well, I think this video kind of combines the two, because: 1) It’s hilarious to the viewer, and 2) it freaking destroyed my trees! ;.; [youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=pl ... 5N1P6KcrKM[/youtube] So, with this video in mind, can you forgive me? I would appreciate it very much! If you’re looking for some bedtime reading, here are a few suggestions from last post: An Inner Crucible: Moments of Torment Saving Private Ryan Knife Moment (Task 54 Complete!) (Still) The Hardest One Of All (Eight Task Setup) You Can’t Justify Your Way Out Of Hate (Task 15 Completed) Moments Of Inner Release Tasketh Sixteeneth, Bi*tch! (The Grid-Iron Game) If You Want To Let Go… Hold On Tighter (To What You Value Most) Moments Of Victory: Second Task Result! Touched Some Ta-Tas! And got a number… I Really Hate Some Of The Sh** I Do (Eighth Task Completed… Lol) There’s Only So Much Amazing You Can Improve In 42 Days, But I’ve Yet To Find Out How Much!! (Task 42 LANDED YO!!) I surmise that we’ll be even better friends before long! Your Friend, Aaron P.S. I got my first freelancing contract yesterday! Submitting This From A Hotel–Whoa (Task 62 Complete!) Yesterday’s task can be defined by the storm scare. Today’s task can be defined by using hotel’s lobby… Without buying a room. Just know that this storm is one of the most inconvenient storms I’ve ever experienced. Hurricane Nemo must have SUCKED haha Your Bro, Aaron |
Author: | RitualSlave [ Mon Jul 22, 2013 1:12 am ] |
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Sex In A Cup: Coffee That Gives You Super Power John flipped the page to the next full-page ad: The face, the lips, the eyes of the woman blown up on the ad. For some reason, seeing pictures like this reminds John of all the chances he had to create sexual wonders come to life. “If only I would have said ‘Hi.’” “If only I would have had something interesting to say.” “If only I wouldn’t've masturbated before I went out–or at least used more lube.” “Whatever,” muttered as he flipped the page to an Extenze ad. Maybe if he purchased this and got a bigger penis, maybe then he’d have the balls to say something to those sexy goth chicks with those… yummy tattoos all over those… legs. He flipped the page, resisting the urge to go back to his room and grab the green bottle of Vaseline lotion. Seeing lots of text and nothing of interest, he closed the magazine and flung it toward the table, spinning slightly before a flop sound. The coffee cup reflects himself and all of his failed dreams, reflecting, too, his hand as he reaches for the shining, blue diffusing handle. Gripping the cup and pull it to his lips, he immediately thinks of the number of times he’s pulled this particular coffee cup to his lips. This container of energy–or psychological psuedo-fuel–has delivered warmth and caffeine (even though he knew damn well that it wasn’t caffeine that gave the kick) to his fleshly lips every single day for the past five years (except that one day when the power went out). Why hasn’t he done something useful with these sips of coffee? Why hasn’t he done something like anchor this coffee cup to feelings of total success and inspiration? :”Good question,” he tells himself, pushing the bottom of the handle while simultanously pulling the top of the handle to tilt the warm, cream-and-sugar-filled brown, only slightly viscous super-substance onto the tip of his tongue. The substance then did the rest of the work, salaciously sliding down from the top front of the tip of tongue to then hump and consummate with every surface-level molecule of his tongue in lascivious romance of chemical explosions–inspiring neural mating sequences on a body-wide level. This was the most fantastic cup of coffee he’s ever had. “Well, if I can create some kind of sequence where every sip inspires more and more success, then what’s the way that I can do it?” Well, John thought, he could have a written down vision–a written down process where he creates says a part of an opener that he learned from The Game, this random book that he picked up a while ago. “Okay,” he admits to himself, “I still read and silently abide by this book as if it’s the law. It’s still in my bedroom on my nightstand.” Now that he admitted that, he thinks about how with every sip, he could review a time he made the right move, or did something that he thought he wouldn’t be able to do. Maybe, he thinks as he tilts more delicious coffee-scentilation into his Mind-Body, he can imagine connecting one of the concepts he learns to various events in his life, either real and past or imagined and to come. Because, he thinks, if I can do this in the mind, I’m way more likely to do it in real life. Remember the lessons from Psycho-Cybernetics? Ten more sips went like this until his cup was empty. “Jesus Christ, I’M GOING OUT.” He slides his chair back as he stands up, turns around, walks through a doorway to then get to the front door. He’s in his robe, but he doesn’t care. Reaching his hand to the handle and turning the handle, he pulls the door back to see sunlight flood through his retinas. The street is almost totally empty, until he sees the long, bare legs of a blonde jogger running from the distances closer along the sidewalk. The writer of this story experiences massive desire to really fuck this woman–and himself as he thinks of this story. Therefore, the writer must write about the process of wanting to fuck this woman so hard as the John continues the story behind this writing about the writer wanting to fuck this woman and unmentioned women in the mind’s eye. John makes the first step, feeling the acid flooding from the mid of his spine along up the lower back of his neck as he makes step after step toward her.”Nothing’ll happen,” he intellectualizes. “Fuck you” says the emotions with tears streaming down its eyes, “RAwaraHRNEYEEERYBUUUKACKeer RAAAAHHHHH” says physical body, who both floods blood to John’s penis, resulting in the massive hardon that fuels his steps. “Keep moving,” he says as he takes another step. And another step. And ANOTHER step. Step step step! Step the step… And then–take another step Until the moment comes–the turn! His body then begins to make that instinctive 180 turn. He exhales violently as he moves himself psychologically. “Just take another step!” The urge to 180 floods over him like a wave, (thankfully) passing as he finally places him directly before her, this blonde jogger. Her eyes are so symmetrical. Her lips–juicy. That ass feels so nice–I can feel it from here. Her waist, so tight and thin. They line in so perfectly with those beautiful fake tits, covered only in a sports bra. I want to pull that bra off and lick those nipples until they squirt milk. Which is going to happen because I’m going to fuck her nice smelling, athletic pussy until it fucking squirts like a fountain–like a fountain that will spit out a baby just so that I can keep on licking those nipples until milk comes out. And then I’ll drink that milk, the baby gets what’s left. “Hi,” he says. “Ummm, hi?” Okay, she doesn’t give a shit. What’s the best way to get her to overcome it. “Remember Sugarman*” one mind thinks. “Alright.” “You’re a 34-28-34,” he says. |
Author: | RitualSlave [ Mon Jul 22, 2013 9:08 pm ] |
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eLance Is The Friend Of Enemies (Task 63 Launch) 10 eLance proposals submitted by 9:00 PM today–In Progress. Would it be easier on the eyes to submit only one post? I will do that for you if you want. Your Friend, Aaron eLance is my fucking BITCH hahaha (Task 63 Completed!) Can you describe the number one productivity killer now? If you can’t, then keep reading to find out. Because we enjoy details so much, I’m going to skip exactly that–because I’m fucking tired (as we all can be at times). Having successfully submitted 10 different proposals for the Writing & Translation category on eLance, I’m swimming without a business plan here in addition to getting fucked on a 13 hour job that pays $29.97. Though I’m extremely happy with the results (especially the resulting learning), I’m just in severe need of respite. It was almost like doing a full day of canvassing, door-to-door selling, online. Hey, it’s not every day that we do something as transformational and integrity-bound as we’ve seen today–so come back and we’ll chat tomorrow by noon, alright? Yes? Really?? Awesome! We’ll talk then! Your Brother From Another Mother, Aaron Bell IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII II |
Author: | RitualSlave [ Mon Jul 22, 2013 9:09 pm ] |
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Don’t judge me if I cry ;.; (Task 64 Launch) Went into a 14-hour coma yesterday. Have you ever had one of those days where you chug nineteen gallons of coffee… to then pass out anyway? Have you noticed how you can only get REAL sleep after the first 6-hours of pseudo-sleep? That’s what happened last night–especially when the power went out as ANOTHER thunderfuck came in. Jesus. All I can think about is how perfect the timing was for storms and shit to come in and deliver a knockout blow to my power–I had just started working–for real–on eLance. Now, time for today’s task–what to do, what to do. Well, I could put the Hour of Power combined with Spanish and Venn Diagramming–but that would be for PUSSIES. I mean, come on. Admit it. You’re here stuff like the Touching Boobs articles from earlier and for applications to places like Hooters (which WORKED). The thing is, I don’t really KNOW what’d be the most enjoyable for you read. It could be attaching jumper cables to my scrotum and with the other side to my car’s battery. I DUNNO. So, it’d be cool if I could hear YOUR take and maybe get a few words thrown at my face as we come to the conclusion of this next post. Otherwise, I’m going to conclude today with doing the 10 blog post analysi (yes, that’s the plural) that I promised earlier in the article, A Secret Fear I Regret Having in addition to:
So, yeah, hopefully the next place your mouse scrolls to is “Post a new comment” (or whatever it says). Then, hopefully, you click that and enter words into the white space, too. Then, hopefully, some of those words are English that makes meaning, imagery, concepts, for my brain to understand. Will converse with you tomorrow, brother Yo’ Homie, Aaron IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII I (P.S. Here’s a note I wrote in this post’s draft: “Action Desired From Reader: Comment on my fucking blog as they fucking enjoy it. ” hahaha) |
Author: | RitualSlave [ Tue Jul 23, 2013 8:20 am ] |
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The Super-Late Fucking Awesome Post (Task 64 Complete… Ish?) Well I fucked up. Technically I did something that scared me (videotaped my parents when they came over instead of yapping + a quarter of an Hour of Power), but there’s so much shit that I messed up with. It’s probably because of my lack of sleep learning–or my messy environment with goals plastered all over the walls. Or because I haven’t looked at my digital vision board yet. Regardless of the cause, the effect is that the results with this blog have been subpar. They’ve been subpar because I’ve been allowing myself to BS myself by not updating my metrics or even submitting the Venusian Arts metrics to Seduction Stats. So, with this post, we now have a (hopefully) objective list of things I’ve been doing right on as well as a (longer) list of things I’ve fucked up on with this blog. We can read through this together if you’d like. What best I’m doing right with the OMFG Blog?
What best I’m not doing right with the OMFG Blog?
Perhaps, and this is just an idea, perhaps we can REALLY evolve ourself when we get to asking ourselves the SPIN questions on a daily basis like the way I want to… It’d be so easy! It’d be so easy, AND we could use it to sell people the things that they NEED to buy. And speaking of sales–I need to contact Rock tomorrow about doing some Sales with him–so I’ll study SPIN Selling and McKesson tonight, like a good lil’ boy. Converse tomorrow, brother? Feel free to comment–your thoughts matter Your Bro, Aaron IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII IIIII |
Author: | Positron [ Wed Jul 24, 2013 12:03 am ] |
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Haha, you did kind of baby me. I really appreciated (and still do) your support though. You gave me a lot of good advice. Just posting to let you know I'm still keeping up with you! |
Author: | RitualSlave [ Thu Jul 25, 2013 9:58 pm ] |
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Unforgiveableness (Task 67 Launch/Complete… Task 68 Launch) Holy shit. Slept from 9:00 PM to 3:00 PM… the next day Having been a long-time subscriber to PewDiePie, it’s amazing to me how even a single post can arouse such disdain and sadness. Because I really enjoy his videos, it really, really sucks for me when he doesn’t upload a video for the day. It’s almost like an addiction I have with watching him, and he’s withdrawn my daily dose of hilarity… I never want to do that with you again. But at the very least, there is VERY good cause for all of this. I was at freaking Notre Dame University all day, eating Jimmy Johns, praying at the Grotto (i’m not Christian), eating Chinese food, conversing with University staff as we looked at the luminous green field through the entrance that the football players march through every game (the director of operations here was driving a forklift to the back of the truck, pulling out rolls of turf to just behind the gate)… all in addition to the main event of sitting through sales calls and appointments with M.D.’s all over South Bend, Indiana. And although it was tiring, the beauty I’ve seen, the food’s I’ve tasted, the laughs I’ve had… were fantastic. I could talk to about the beautiful Basilica and the tiers of churches. I could talk about laying down underneath the gold-capped dome. Playing foosball in the rec center (where there’s also a Taco Bell and Pizza Hut… which is funnily placed in such a religious place). We could talk about how the hottest woman I’ve ever seen walks by me as I protect the Toughbook of my friend, Rock (who I’m with for each of these things I’ve mentioned) outside of Jimmy John’s. But above all, there’s something that we can talk about that made me laugh more than anything else… what he said to a friend on the phone about a heated sales conversation that I got to experience ALMOST first-hand (I was sitting just outside of the meeting). Here’s what he said: “Do you want to know how much I made last month in commissions from her? 234 dollars. 234 dollars! You know, [director name] thinks she’s been SO good with me. ‘Look, lady. I shit 234 dollar every morning. Whatever deal you make with me here won’t affect what I eat for breakfast, lunch, dinner. It won’t affect where my kids go to school. It won’t affect the kind of houses I own or the boats I drive. “She’s a bully, [J]. And I don’t tolerate bullies. [Hospital name]‘s being acquired soon…” I like his style. Anyway, the task yesterday was to invest in a journey to South Bend (roughly an hour and twenty minute drive over). There’s a secret story that I have that wasn’t mentioned yet, but when I reach either 2,500 views on mPUA Forum OR 52 views in a day on the blog, I’ll break down that story in detail… HAHA just kidding. I had to pee so bad that I had to stop the car ON THE HIGHWAY, pull down my pants, and fucking pee in a bottle on the side of the highway. God, I eat so healthy–which means I consume so many fluids–and I literally filled the Dasani bottle and the air pressure that built up so fast caused pee to burst onto my fucking steering wheel. It was fucking hilarious and disgusting. Thank god it was the “clean” kind of clear pee and not the disgusting, solid yellow-brown urine that I had all too much experience with when cleaning restrooms at Hooters. There, was it worth my absence for that? ANYWAY, yesterday was met in totality, too, because I’ve been investing hardcore in both my health and wealth. I’ve invested $10 on eLance, $12 on Sambazon (for just two day’s worth of Sambazon), and more. The level of return I’ve had for working with Rock on his sales calls has returned to me a massive level of experience and dedication to being outstanding. The biggest lessons I’ve learned? Know more about the customer’s needs than the customer does. Keep on contemplating what the reader wants at length so that when you go in there, they’ll love you so much that they’ll be willing to do almost anything for you. (Really, you should’ve seen what Rock’s friends–they’re really not customers to us… they’re friends–were doing with him. He had the most inside access to all the details going on with the companies that I was smiling the whole time. It was beautiful!) Anyway, that still leaves today to work with. In addition to completing today’s health challenge (completing another half of the Sambazon bottle–due to my lengthy sleep and doing three power poses with three deep breathing sessions), I commit to submitting two video proposals for eLance by 9:54 PM. Two proposals with a link to the YouTube video would be AWESOME–and that’s the minimum. I want to build up the video proposals to five video proposals submitted per day–but that might just be a little intense. So, that’s it! I’ll be doing that for today’s challenge (I’ve been experiencing a little hesitation for eLance lately in that I’ve only submitted ZERO proposals to eLance lately… So let’s make something happen here!) Let’s leave it with that, and feel excited about our journey together–While I wish I would’ve had the willpower to submit an article yesterday, this is something that’s incredibly fun for us to do. Converse in five hours? Your Broseph, Aaron |
Author: | RitualSlave [ Fri Jul 26, 2013 1:49 am ] |
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Want To Play A Game, Johnny? (Task 68 Complete!) News: I’ve received an offer from a man named Andy who claims to be an affiliate manager for Venusian Arts. I’ll be talking with him soon about an affiliate partnership—which may involve banner ads or a link in my signature. Having tremendous respect for his company, I’m more inclined than not to work with him. Things I Need To Share But Don’t Want To: Regarding my physical health agreement; I started (but did not complete) the Daily Bio-Energizer Warm Up Routine within two hours of waking up. Having thought that it was just to start, I gave myself a little bit of time to consume some chocolate milk and honey chicken (Chinese food left over from yesterday)—but later realized that it was necessary that I COMPLETE the Daily Bio-Energizer Warm Up Routine. I will be giving myself a one day warning, but if it happens again, I must pay. On the same page, too, I slept entirely through the AM hours, so I did not consume half a bottle of Sambazon. Again, in this instance, I’m consuming the other half tonight. Another thing I don’t want to share is that my place is an utter pigsty. There are papers all over the place that need to be organized, and I have my VA’s over at Brickwork totally pumped to process my receipts into an Excel format that I’ve yet to scan and send over. This is total bullshit. A Fun Thing To Do With My Reader: Having done a lot of focus on me, I’ve decided that it would be a good time to do some extrospection. Particularly by asking, “WHO are my readers?” So, below are a series of questions that I’ve decided to ask myself about you—Feel free to comment and say how wrong I am if you want. “What are the demographics of my reader?” You are a 25-year-old sexually frustrated man who’s studied the Game. You make an average of $35,000(K). You live anywhere from North Dakota to Los Angeles to the Phillipines, so location is broadly. You’re an average of 15 pounds overweight, but that’s the average of men who are 80 pounds overweight and the super studs who are just naturally fit/athletic. “What are the psychographics of my reader? You desire to make more money to fund your game. You hate your job because of the people you’re obligated to spend time with. You’ve probably tried Internet Marketing at this point (who hasn’t)? You have negative attitudes toward lying (thank you), yet you’re inclined to use routines and DHV stories for your “sets.” “On a scale from 1 to 10, how fucked up are my readers?” 10. “… in relation to me?” -2 Overall, what this all means is that you represent a unique combination of elements that, somehow, takes the shape of a human body. And this human body has wants, desires, fears, frustrations, objectives, challenges—in addition to the more complicated aspects of you like meta-programs and personality patterns. Therefore, it’d be useful to get a better image of you who are, a better feel, and hear your story so that I can better communicate with YOU and not some hallucination that I’ve had of you that has stemmed from a past marijuana cigarette that had LSD on it without me knowing about it. So, if you’d like, FIND A WAY TO REACH OUT TO ME and tell me about who you are. It’ll benefit both of us, I promise. (Thanks) Regarding Today’s Challenge: Today I knocked the challenge out of the park. At the moment, I’ve yet to manifest the proper “super-cameras” and environment (and education) to properly develop videos that will benefit the viewer most… but the content is superb. Especially the video on Ghostwriting (there’s a totally different “vibe” with this video when contrasted with the other one shown here… do you agree?). You can check out the videos below. [youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xkQs594VKiE[/youtube] [youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P1AkzExwwuE[/youtube] When I make the next videos tomorrow, I’m definitely shooting them at a different environment, but I’m keeping the intention the same as the Ghostwriting video. That’s all for today, Broseph! Converse tomorrow? YOUR Broseph, Aaron |
Author: | RitualSlave [ Fri Jul 26, 2013 7:46 am ] |
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Warren Buffett Says To Invest In Education… Following Orders, Sir! Worth every penny. (Want to book your own appointment with Hypnotica today? Highly recommend it.) Talk soon, Broseph! Aaron |
Author: | RitualSlave [ Sat Jul 27, 2013 2:52 am ] |
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Stupid Internet Marketing Is So Stupid (Task 69 Launch/Complete) Don’t fuck up your readership… assuming you have a blog. Do you ever have those moments where you go “Ahhh fuck? Wish I hadn’t've done that?” Had at least two of those. In addition to the “Ahhh YES!” moments, too. So, there were at least four different things that happened today that can qualify as today’s launch and complete–which was why I was tentative with setting a “Launch…” The tasks had already happened. For example:
Aaron |
Author: | RitualSlave [ Sun Jul 28, 2013 1:15 am ] |
Post subject: | Re: "Do One Thing A Day That Scares You" (Regularly Updated) |
(There are some missing posts here---Working on it!) Sex Mex — Having Sex With Chicas (Task 70 Launch) Studying headlines on magazines is fun. As I was standing at Barnes & Noble–mechanical pencil and notebook in hand, I had realized that I was taking my approach to wealth-generation all wrong. I wasn’t devoting nearly enough time to developing a sex life that makes other people crave to do business with me. As a human being, I need to be the living epitome of sexual fulfillment if I can ever expect a TRUE, deeply fulfilling following of raving fans who can then apply the practices necessary to become fulfilled themselves. Which brings me to the points of this article: Applying the practices necessary to become fulfilled ourselves. Many people have observed that business is one of the most outstanding results-generation tools on the planet. I mean, Jesus, Apple sold more freaking iPads than ANYTHING else every manufactured. And by “anything,” I mean cans of coke, Twinkies, boxes of Oreos ANYTHING. (Source: Ed Dale). And with that in mind, I need to stop kidding myself; I know nothing about business. I had always of thought of myself as a well-endowed spokesperson of Internet Marketing and an online business (I’ve studied hundreds of hours of business-oriented materials), but the thing is, it requires multiple passes through through these materials WITH APPLICATION to become even a journeyman in terms of business. The chances are, I know more than the average person about best business practices and developing systems to cultivate and create value… but I know jack shit compared to those who run and operate their businesses on a daily basis. Which is why I’m committing to doing this for the next 90 days. I commit to you, the Universe, and myself that I work on this area in for:
Let’s see if this step forward works. Your Brother, Aaron Does Studying Business Mean No Coding? (Task 70 Complete) I’m too emotional. Pulling in data from multiple sources turns me off. Converting lessons learned in-field when talking with women from guesses into facts (through application) scares me–it turns out I do fear being wrong… Actually, I REALLY fear being wrong (a.k.a. “failing”). In fact, I’ve always felt afraid of failing or being wrong for a looong time, but this was the one fear that I had actually convinced myself that I didn’t have for at least five years… Holy shit. Time to admit the facts, now. I was afraid of being wrong. I was afraid of investing even ten hours developing a business plan for a business that might turn into a flop (what a waste of ten hours, right?) I was afraid of going out and actually admitting that I wasn’t the best pick up artist in the world (how did I delude myself into such naivety?). (The reason I found this out, by the way, was because, as I was studying business for an hour today, I learned that I really didn’t want to select just one business idea to analyze and find customers to market for.) Now, my plan is to find ways to associate pain to not taking actions that can prove me wrong, and associate pleasure to doing things that can prove me wrong. By finding all the things that can make me feel pleasure with admitting a mistake, I can find one more way NOT to achieve my goal, which is awesome. Comment before your dick falls off? Your Bro, Aaron |
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