So I'm trying to adopt a high-energy extroverted style, and also trying to get obsessed. Almost everything I've done for the last few days has been related to this.
I've been out all day and I'm rather tired, but I wanted to put something up. This is gonna just be a very cursory summary of some interesting interactions I've had yesterday and today.
Yesterday, I was at the library, just trying to talk to as many people as possible (but was also partially blind at the time cause of getting chemicals in my eyes) and so missing some of people's nonverbals. I spoke to a few people about books, then sat down next to a cute, moody looking girl.
Our conversation went something along these lines:
At this point I choked, didn't know what to say, and sat in silence for a bit. I should have asked her about her name, or said she was cute, or something. Instead, I took the pussy way out...
I then wandered off to read some Tucker Max.
That night I videocalled some friends. They were three girls, from back home, and they had been drinking. I too, was not sober, mostly cause I wanted to see what me consciously trying to be high energy would be like when I was drunk and naturally more high energy. This was a fun call. The only really relevant detail was this little detail:
No idea how that came up, but I remember saying that very vividly. They then spent the next twenty minutes trying to figure out which two it was. I've experimented with being fairly sexual lately with girls I'm close friends with, and complimenting them frequently too, and it's fun, fun, fun!
Today I woke up, and headed out to take a bus into town for a music festival in the park. Was meeting a buddy of mine who is about a year younger than me and still in high school.
The most interesting part of the day was before I got there though.
A group of about seven girls and three guys get on the bus a few stops after me. Naturally, I start talking to them.
I'm running out of things to say and sporadically check my phone.
They start teasing the girl seated closest to me, who hasn't said a word beyond her name. I reach over, poke her and say:
Then one of the girls points out some grumpy looking frazzled girl walking outside the bus, who had glared at us. We start making up imaginary lives for her and then other people we see. We are very demeaning. We think we are very cool.
Eventually I reach the stop and they get off with me, and tell me to come with them. I was meeting my buddy, and said I couldn't. I should have asked for one of the girl's numbers.
I find my buddy and meet his friends, we go smoke a bowl and he pulls out a beer each for us to drink. Oh to be rebellious and young, sneaking mind-altering substances around! Gotta love high schoolers. Then we go meet some other people he knows. They are all dudes, and all the girls are with their boyfriends. I am not pleased. They are also all high schoolers. I very loudly inform my buddy of this, who agrees with me. We go to find the group I met on the bus. I see them a ways off, in a group of twenty or thirty.
I walk past them with my buddy and one of his friends.
The girls scream BYRONNNNNNNNNN
It. Was. Glorious.
My friends are shocked. I am swept up by seven girls, who all cuddle close to me, and then get their picture taken with me.
I talk with them for a bit, and then they ask me my age. I say eighteen, even though I'm turning nineteen next week, because it's the truth and my first reaction to the question. They are upset I am not 21. They thought I was 21. They are very disappointed in me.
So maybe they were just trying to use me to get alcohol, cause I said I was in college. Yikes. Then again, there were no alcohol venders nearby, and I wasn't about to walk a half mile to find them. Maybe one of them just really wanted to fuck an older guy. I don't know.
They close me out of their circle. I call them shallow. My friends give me a look. I say, hey lets leave these bitches. I was fairly high.
Oh well.
Was still glorious.
The day goes on and I try to approach some college girls, but am subtly made fun of by a few more adept college guys, and laughed out of the group. I am annoyed. I want to go back there and find more college girls. My buddy says no Byron, let's stick to high schoolers. He introduced me to his friends as his cousin, just to mess with people. He's a bit of a natural, albeit with a very relaxed chill slow vibe, and one of the high schoolers randomly comes up to us and says:
Still puzzling out why he said that. I was confused, but my ego was sufficiently satisfied and for the time being I forget about college kids.
The day went downhill from there. I spent a lot of time trying to be high energy, and being a little tryhard instead, which sucked. I also ran out of things to say often, and got a little (read: wayyyyy) too high and chilled out. Getting high seems to dampen my energy, whereas getting drunk does not.
My buddy took me around the city later, and he showed me a neighborhood that's called the student ghetto, and it's apparently lined with house parties on fridays and saturdays. He told me how he used to head out and go door to door, asking if he could join their party. He said that 90% of them would say no, but that you would inevitably find one that let you in.
Asymmetric returns. He gets it.
So he and I may try that at some point.
We ended the night by watching the captain america movie, and every single male lead has excellent fundamentals. I am aiming for the winter soldier's hair. Also, the character Wanda is sexy as fuckkkkk
My own observations:
1. My biggest sticking point rn is not being direct/flirty enough, and then running out of things to say.
2. I am also still trying to figure out how to make this high energy vibe congruent, as I am not used to it, and am coming across as tryhard eventually. It's a shitty feeling.
3. I found many many ways to meet people.
4. Still puzzling why I got so good and then such bad reactions. But I LOVED being center of attention. It might be reactions instead of results, but hey. I'll figure out how to get both.
My buddy's busy next weekend with prom, and then is graduating high school soon. I am starting work this week, and my fellow employees (at least according to the manager) are college kids and starving artist types in their twenties. Hoping to make friends and get invited out. I'm also hoping to have time to continue to type these up. I ran out of time earlier this year, and still have a few outdated unfinished reports.
My mouth still tastes like weed.
-Byron
I've been out all day and I'm rather tired, but I wanted to put something up. This is gonna just be a very cursory summary of some interesting interactions I've had yesterday and today.
Yesterday, I was at the library, just trying to talk to as many people as possible (but was also partially blind at the time cause of getting chemicals in my eyes) and so missing some of people's nonverbals. I spoke to a few people about books, then sat down next to a cute, moody looking girl.
Our conversation went something along these lines:
At this point she finally starts to smile. Yessss
She turns away, opening her computer and starting to read whatever is on the screen.
At this point I choked, didn't know what to say, and sat in silence for a bit. I should have asked her about her name, or said she was cute, or something. Instead, I took the pussy way out...
I then wandered off to read some Tucker Max.
That night I videocalled some friends. They were three girls, from back home, and they had been drinking. I too, was not sober, mostly cause I wanted to see what me consciously trying to be high energy would be like when I was drunk and naturally more high energy. This was a fun call. The only really relevant detail was this little detail:
No idea how that came up, but I remember saying that very vividly. They then spent the next twenty minutes trying to figure out which two it was. I've experimented with being fairly sexual lately with girls I'm close friends with, and complimenting them frequently too, and it's fun, fun, fun!
Today I woke up, and headed out to take a bus into town for a music festival in the park. Was meeting a buddy of mine who is about a year younger than me and still in high school.
The most interesting part of the day was before I got there though.
A group of about seven girls and three guys get on the bus a few stops after me. Naturally, I start talking to them.
I'm running out of things to say and sporadically check my phone.
They start teasing the girl seated closest to me, who hasn't said a word beyond her name. I reach over, poke her and say:
Then one of the girls points out some grumpy looking frazzled girl walking outside the bus, who had glared at us. We start making up imaginary lives for her and then other people we see. We are very demeaning. We think we are very cool.
Eventually I reach the stop and they get off with me, and tell me to come with them. I was meeting my buddy, and said I couldn't. I should have asked for one of the girl's numbers.
I find my buddy and meet his friends, we go smoke a bowl and he pulls out a beer each for us to drink. Oh to be rebellious and young, sneaking mind-altering substances around! Gotta love high schoolers. Then we go meet some other people he knows. They are all dudes, and all the girls are with their boyfriends. I am not pleased. They are also all high schoolers. I very loudly inform my buddy of this, who agrees with me. We go to find the group I met on the bus. I see them a ways off, in a group of twenty or thirty.
I walk past them with my buddy and one of his friends.
The girls scream BYRONNNNNNNNNN
It. Was. Glorious.
My friends are shocked. I am swept up by seven girls, who all cuddle close to me, and then get their picture taken with me.
I talk with them for a bit, and then they ask me my age. I say eighteen, even though I'm turning nineteen next week, because it's the truth and my first reaction to the question. They are upset I am not 21. They thought I was 21. They are very disappointed in me.
So maybe they were just trying to use me to get alcohol, cause I said I was in college. Yikes. Then again, there were no alcohol venders nearby, and I wasn't about to walk a half mile to find them. Maybe one of them just really wanted to fuck an older guy. I don't know.
They close me out of their circle. I call them shallow. My friends give me a look. I say, hey lets leave these bitches. I was fairly high.
Oh well.
Was still glorious.
The day goes on and I try to approach some college girls, but am subtly made fun of by a few more adept college guys, and laughed out of the group. I am annoyed. I want to go back there and find more college girls. My buddy says no Byron, let's stick to high schoolers. He introduced me to his friends as his cousin, just to mess with people. He's a bit of a natural, albeit with a very relaxed chill slow vibe, and one of the high schoolers randomly comes up to us and says:
Still puzzling out why he said that. I was confused, but my ego was sufficiently satisfied and for the time being I forget about college kids.
The day went downhill from there. I spent a lot of time trying to be high energy, and being a little tryhard instead, which sucked. I also ran out of things to say often, and got a little (read: wayyyyy) too high and chilled out. Getting high seems to dampen my energy, whereas getting drunk does not.
My buddy took me around the city later, and he showed me a neighborhood that's called the student ghetto, and it's apparently lined with house parties on fridays and saturdays. He told me how he used to head out and go door to door, asking if he could join their party. He said that 90% of them would say no, but that you would inevitably find one that let you in.
Asymmetric returns. He gets it.
So he and I may try that at some point.
We ended the night by watching the captain america movie, and every single male lead has excellent fundamentals. I am aiming for the winter soldier's hair. Also, the character Wanda is sexy as fuckkkkk
My own observations:
1. My biggest sticking point rn is not being direct/flirty enough, and then running out of things to say.
2. I am also still trying to figure out how to make this high energy vibe congruent, as I am not used to it, and am coming across as tryhard eventually. It's a shitty feeling.
3. I found many many ways to meet people.
4. Still puzzling why I got so good and then such bad reactions. But I LOVED being center of attention. It might be reactions instead of results, but hey. I'll figure out how to get both.
My buddy's busy next weekend with prom, and then is graduating high school soon. I am starting work this week, and my fellow employees (at least according to the manager) are college kids and starving artist types in their twenties. Hoping to make friends and get invited out. I'm also hoping to have time to continue to type these up. I ran out of time earlier this year, and still have a few outdated unfinished reports.
My mouth still tastes like weed.
-Byron
