What my punk-enthralled compatriot is saying here is that the issue is one of paradigm, if you will.
I don't understand the fear of rejection. Rejection is not a bad thing. It's not a good thing either. It's simply a thing. It happens every single day and has happened at least once to nearly every human being on the planet. Most of us have faced it many, many times. In fact, one could even argue it's beneficial, as it saves you wasting time chasing a girl with whom you aren't getting anywhere.
It's like going on stage. Getting up in front of people for the first time is terrifying. By the tenth time you start to wonder what all the fuss was about.
That only helps you if you've been on stage in front of a crowd, naturally.
Look, here's what you do. Find the most beautiful, talented, sexy, smart, funny, amazing girl you can. Find the girl you have absolutely no chance with. Just be on the lookout for her, because I guarantee she's around. And when you find her, you go talk to her. Don't try to be smooth, don't worry about lines or your approach or any of that shit. You don't have to, because you already know what's going to happen before you start. So just. Go. Fucking. Talk. To. Her.
Assuming you're right about your chances with her (which you probably will be if I'm honest, although not for the reasons you likely imagine), what's the absolute worst that's going to happen? You make a new friend? Oh, quake in your boots! Fear and horror! Or maybe she even brushes you off, and you find out she's not worth your time after all (rule #1: Any girl who dismisses you without even talking to you first is probably not a girl you want to get to know anyway). And hey, maybe you get lucky. Maybe today is your day to win the lottery, and you turn out to be wrong.
Everybody's so fucking busy scrambling around looking for the secret to success with the ladies that they all seem to miss the fact that there's no fucking secret. punk is a goddamn theatre kid and I'm a nerd with a scruffy chin. C'mon, now. We can do this, and you think you can't?
Sack up already.
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I wake up in the morning more tired than before I slept
I get through cryin' and I'm sadder than before I wept
I get through thinkin' now, and the thoughts have left my head
I get through speakin' and I can't remember, not a word that I said
- Ben Harper, Show Me A Little Shame
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