Yo CaptainJack Ass, Hey AgentPansy Salutations Bitches...
The Champ is Here. Class is in session. I'm Obi Wan Kanobi, a jedi master with these mind games. Let me break this down.
1.) [b]Neg[/b] as in short for [i]negative remark[/i]. Negative remarks cause [i]negative emotional responses[/i]...which make you uncomfortable!
(ala ashamed, embarassed...dimnished)
Negging is [b]emotional manipulation[/b] . . . with negative emotion. Complimenting is also emotional manipulation...but with positive emotion. The purpose of the neg is to [b]establish dominance[/b] similar to a teacher, a coach, a parent. The authority figure makes the subject feel uncomfortable through negative remarks and then the subject pleases the authority so as to not feel uncomfortable, to validate themselves. It is manipulation. Complimenting is also manipulation but it encourages a person to do what you want them to do by making them feel good about doing it or because the like you. The obvious big difference is negs make you feel bad and compliments make you feel good.
Negs ----> pain Compliments---->pleasure. People grow tired of pleasure, but never grow tired of pain. This is why Negging is more reliable. And that is why I reference Machiavelli, "fear preserves you by a dread of punishment which never fails.” People may like you because you make them feel good, and they may continue to like you because of the expectation that you will continue to make them feel good but they may grow tired or as Machiavelli wrote "
love is preserved by the link of obligation which, owing to the baseness of men, is broken at every opportunity for their advantage. They might not return the favor when it is advantageous to them. However, if there is the possibility of discomfort they will not break the bond.
2.) Pride is a strong motivator in life and pride is very strong attractor in pick up. And the majority of PUAs just want Hbs 9 & 10s to validate themselves, to make themselves fill worthy. They are in it for their pride. By showing value, by being the "prize" you appeal to someone's pride by giving them the chance and honor to date the "coolest guy." By negging someone the girl wants your affection so that she does not feel insecure, ashamed, or inferior. Beautiful women take great pride in their beauty, and it really bruises their ego and sense of self-worth if a great guy does not want them. Remember their power of attraction is the most valuable asset that they have....
3.) Pride is one reason why people fall in and out of love. In the below passage you can read how the famous Casanova failed with his first love and fell out of love with her because he saw her in a negative and contemptible light.
[b]Giacomo Casanova, Story of my Life[/b]
http://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/2951/pg2951.html
[i]"Until midnight I waited without feeling much anxiety; but I heard the clock strike two, three, four o'clock in the morning without seeing Bettina; my blood began to boil, and I was soon in a state of furious rage. It was snowing hard, but I shook from passion more than from cold. One hour before day-break, unable to master any longer my impatience, I made up my mind to go downstairs with bare feet, so as not to wake the dog, and to place myself at the bottom of the stairs within a yard of Bettina's door, which ought to have been opened if she had gone out of her room. I reached the door; it was closed, and as it could be locked only from inside I imagined that Bettina had fallen asleep. I was on the point of knocking at the door, but was prevented by fear of rousing the dog, as from that door to that of her closet there was a distance of three or four yards. Overwhelmed with grief, and unable to take a decision, I sat down on the last step of the stairs; but at day-break, chilled, benumbed, shivering with cold, afraid that the servant would see me and would think I was mad, I determined to go back to my room. I arise, but at that very moment I hear some noise in Bettina's room. Certain that I am going to see her, and hope lending me new strength, I draw nearer to the door. It opens; but instead of Bettina coming out I see Cordiani, who gives me such a furious kick in the stomach that I am thrown at a distance deep in the snow. Without stopping a single instant Cordiani is off, and locks himself up in the room which he shared with the brothers Feltrini.
I pick myself up quickly with the intention of taking my revenge upon Bettina, whom nothing could have saved from the effects of my rage at that moment. But I find her door locked; I kick vigorously against it, the dog starts a loud barking, and I make a hurried retreat to my room, in which I lock myself up, throwing myself in bed to compose and heal up my mind and body, for I was half dead.
Deceived, humbled, ill-treated, an object of contempt to the happy and triumphant Cordiani, I spent three hours ruminating the darkest schemes of revenge. To poison them both seemed to me but a trifle in that terrible moment of bitter misery. This project gave way to another as extravagant, as cowardly-namely, to go at once to her brother and disclose everything to him. I was twelve years of age, and my mind had not yet acquired sufficient coolness to mature schemes of heroic revenge, which are produced by false feelings of honour; this was only my apprenticeship in such adventures.
I was in that state of mind when suddenly I heard outside of my door the gruff voice of Bettina's mother, who begged me to come down, adding that her daughter was dying. As I would have been very sorry if she had departed this life before she could feel the effects of my revenge, I got up hurriedly and went downstairs. I found Bettina lying in her father's bed writhing with fearful convulsions, and surrounded by the whole family. Half dressed, nearly bent in two, she was throwing her body now to the right, now to the left, striking at random with her feet and with her fists, and extricating herself by violent shaking from the hands of those who endeavoured to keep her down.
With this sight before me, and the night's adventure still in my mind, I hardly knew what to think. I had no knowledge of human nature, no knowledge of artifice and tricks, and I could not understand how I found myself coolly witnessing such a scene, and composedly calm in the presence of two beings, one of whom I intended to kill and the other to dishonour. At the end of an hour Bettina fell asleep.
A nurse and Doctor Olivo came soon after. The first said that the convulsions were caused by hysterics, but the doctor said no, and prescribed rest and cold baths. I said nothing, but I could not refrain from laughing at them, for I knew, or rather guessed, that Bettina's sickness was the result of her nocturnal employment, or of the fright which she must have felt at my meeting with Cordiani. At all events, I determined to postpone my revenge until the return of her brother, although I had not the slightest suspicion that her illness was all sham, for I did not give her credit for so much cleverness.
To return to my room I had to pass through Bettina's closet, and seeing her dress handy on the bed I took it into my head to search her pockets. I found a small note, and recognizing Cordiani's handwriting, I took possession of it to read it in my room. I marvelled at the girl's imprudence, for her mother might have discovered it, and being unable to read would very likely have given it to the doctor, her son. I thought she must have taken leave of her senses, but my feelings may be appreciated when I read the following words: "As your father is away it is not necessary to leave your door ajar as usual. When we leave the supper-table I will go to your closet; you will find me there."
When I recovered from my stupor I gave way to an irresistible fit of laughter, and seeing how completely I had been duped I thought I was cured of my love. Cordiani appeared to me deserving of forgiveness, and Bettina of contempt. I congratulated myself upon having received a lesson of such importance for the remainder of my life. I even went so far as to acknowledge to myself that Bettina had been quite right in giving the preference to Cordiani, who was fifteen years old, while I was only a child. Yet, in spite of my good disposition to forgiveness, the kick administered by Cordiani was still heavy upon my memory, and I could not help keeping a grudge against him."[/i]
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