We all experience setbacks, but I guess it’s how you handle it that can make you a better person. The other day, May 11th I got an email from PayPal about some suspected fraudulent activity on my debit card. At first I was like phishing email, but this email had my registered user name along with my real name associated with it. Although at first glance I was a bit suspicious of the email I still went to PayPal, through my browser bookmark and not the link in the email. If you ever get a suspicious email never follow the link!

I immediately knew something was up as I had a balance of about $450 in PayPal that somehow was now down to about $8. What the fungus was going on with my account. There was a couple of charges from that day, a Sunday, that I definitely did not make. I pretty much stayed around the house on Sunday working and chilling.  There was a charge of $42 then another of $400 from a Circle K store. I sometimes will stop off at a Circle K on my way from Beale Street to get a cup of coffee or water after a long night of womanizing and debauchery.

These charges, were from a date back in late April that someone at the Circle K was attempting to “correct” the original transaction of $1.42. Apparently someone had gone back and tried to say the charge was not $1.42, but $42.12 and when they thought they got away with it, why not add another $400 to that. Good thing PayPal noticed what was obviously suspicious and stopped the transaction and notified me immediately before they would release any money.

OK so they stopped the money and told me I needed to fill out an affidavit of fraud to regain the money. Even though the money was posted as pending they could not legally release it to me either as they would be obligated to investigate the transaction and until such time as that occurs the $442 would be held in escrow: limbo. Shitty considering I budget myself for the month and that was spending money.

So this is where all the Karma comes in and why I believe bad joo-joo happened. The night I spent the original $1.42 on Madison Ave, Memphis at the Circle K I was on my way to a rave. We started the night at my friend Bobby’s house and were supposed to get some mind altering party favors for the Rave party later on. It turned out it was bunk and as such I was out $40 bucks, but so was everyone else too. I guess that’s what I get for trying to have that kind of fun, especially since it had been a very long time since the last time I tried to have fun like that. My friend Bobby didn’t want the night to be a waste so he chipped in some other goodies he had around for a while and they turned out to be wasteful also. OK so the night was a fucking dupe and then to top it off, here it is three weeks later and I get robbed again.

I budget my money pretty well, putting some aside for savings and I don’t touch that. I want to have something to fall back on. I have been working very hard to help out a friend and have been promised the world, but I’ve also been around the block. When people promise the world to you and yet it never materializes you have to have something to fall back on. I am working on a project that will provide me with self sufficiency if the promises are not fulfilled. I’ve learned a long time ago talk is cheap. I’m not going to get into it to much here, but I will say my contingency plan is about to take affect and I’m looking out for me. Nobody else cares about my bills, so I sure as hell have too. You can’t hold me down!

Plus I also have a pretty good job that I am sure I can depend on, but always in life you need to look out for number one. I like my job, albeit like my friend who has been promising me the world, I hear a lot of promises coming my way from work too. I would hope that they are fulfilled, but too many jobs have come and gone for me not to have a contingency plan.  I guess I’m a bit tainted after working for all these marketing companies that promise you everything, you work your ass off to get them there effectively doubling their income and yet your income never seems to increase. It happens all to often and regardless of how fond I am of the people that I work with I still have to look out for me. It always amazed me when someone tells me get us to this level and here’s what I’ll do for you. That point comes and then there is always this whine that follows well you did get it here, but now this has come up.

But those are past experiences and I’m not going to dwell on them, but like I said, I’m also not going to rely on anyone but myself either. That’s why I have a budget and a savings account. Anything ever happens I can pick up the pieces and be on my way and quick too, but currently I’m pretty happy with my job.

It seems in my life though when things like the PayPal dilemma happens things always start to get out of hand. For the longest time I was faithfully following the Laws of Attraction after many years of hardship.  I always beat myself down and brought about this undeniably self-depreciating bad Karma into my life. Something went wrong, I would say that’s because I suck. It was bad enough that something did go wrong, but then on top of it, me to beat my self up over it and blame my horrible luck just brought more of that horrible luck my way. I know absolutely without a doubt that the Laws of Attraction work. You can say what you want about it, but I am living proof that they do.

It started with myself wanting to smoke a little Ganja and eat a mushroom or two. I knew that prior to my new way of thinking I had negative connotations associated with drugs of any type. So right away my mind reverted back to the negativity of days gone by and sure enough everything about that night went bad. Not only did I lose money on the bunk mushrooms, then my PayPal got robbed months later, but going right back to that night. The more I thought about how bad it pissed me off, the more things went wrong.

I have this super old Jeep that I am trying to fix up and sell. It has issues, but I am going to list it on Craigslist and just be honest about its issues. Just two days ago, while I’m in this horrible mood because of everything that is going wrong, the jeep that has been sitting in one spot for months gets a flat tire. Now mind you, I have not driven the jeep or moved it since I bought the BMW. Just from my bad negative thought patterns I was putting out, the tire goes flat. My pop and I pulled it off today and filled the tire with air and its fine. Not a problem at all.

The only reason the tire is OK, is because yesterday I finally snapped back out of the terrible mood and got into a good mood. I was like, OK I’m a little broke, but so what I have means, I’m capable, I can make money without touching my savings and everything is going to be OK. I was putting positive thoughts out there and they were going to come right back. I had a 28 foot  ladder I had been meaning to sell but just was too lazy to do it. Yesterday I evaluated my situation, changed my mood, listed it on Craigslist and sold the ladder for my asking price all within an hour. I had money in hand and was heading out to Cordova to hang with Darryl in just two hours.

The moral of today’s blog is never when your down, sell yourself short. There is always a way whenever you want their to be a way. You are limited only by your actions and reactions. Setbacks do happen, only because we allow them to happen in the first place, but in the time before we are able to control our lives better we need to just reevaluate whats  important to us.  Your life, my life is whats important and living it to the fullest takes dedicated effort to make it the best. Eventually we will be able to  live out our lives in complete comfort and happiness, but in the meantime  perhaps the setbacks we experience are teaching steps to help us in  realizing that life is precious and we need to live each  moment as such.

I decided that I wanted to re-read the VAH handbook and it has made all the difference in my progress. When I was in San Diego a few weeks ago I was talking to Blitz, Mystery’s wingman, about some techniques and game. He picked right up on the deficiencies in my game and asked me when the last time I read the Mystery Method. It has been at least a year and he said he was always amazed that aspiring PUA’s have all the basics in the book and yet only read it once.

I guess he is right though, as since I have started reading it again it has opened my eyes to everything I haven’t been doing or have just forgot. I also have noticed the more time that had elapsed between readings the less and less I was actually pushing myself to open sets. I was taking the easy way out and after so much effort that was not going to be acceptable.

This past weekend was just incredible. It started on Wednesday and ended early this Monday morning. Yeah I’m tired and my throat is sore from all the yelling, I’m hung over and not feeling very motivated today but there is something else going on too. Normally a day that I am beat and feeling it I would have dreaded going anywhere. Maybe through on some shorts and a T-shirt and a hat and off to StarBucks not really caring about appearances, or even worse just staying home.

Not this time! Oddly enough I was yearning to get out, even though I am super tired and not feeling very social I still busted out the ironing board, pressing even my shorts. Avatar is who I am and I am ALPHA and as an ALPHA I am confident and am always aware of whats around me.

So how does this all tie into reading the VAH book again? It’s really simple. I’ve been relearning the skills that brought me so much success and with those skills come responsibility. Not so much to anyone else, but more to myself. First impressions start with myself and as such they start internally. This internalization has caused a spark inside me to ignite the inner fire of challenge. You see I believe that theory is only power if we can transpose it to application and application can only take us as far as we are willing to push the envelope.

Last night I closed an HB9 and I’ll say that she was easily that because she had drive that makes me want to be around her. Sure she is a Beer Goddess at the Beale Street Flying Saucer and yeah the more she flirts and talks the more tip she gets. The difference is just how far I was willing to challenge her to be a challenge to me. I set myself up, not as a customer, but as a fun guy who made her laugh and cry and feel frustrations, heat, sadness, love and many other emotions each time she came around. She didn’t know what to expect of me every time she came by.

I watched her interact with many other tables last night and every guy was just falling over themselves to appease the babe. They made it a point to thank her and tip her and ask her “normal” questions. SteveO challenged her to serve him better than any of the other waitresses there. Be something different than the typical customer, make an impression. The only way you get better at something is when you push things to the extreme even at the risk of failing. After all is it failing if we learn and can then push further next time?

I watched as every guy watched mine and her interaction and for the first time in my life I heard a guy call me an asshole to his buddy. He said I wouldn’t get anywhere with her, or something to that matter. Funny thing was that guy was me many years ago. The nice guy, the follower, abiding by the rules, but always alone.

Our table was the wildest and the drinks and conversation were flowing. Pictures were flashing, our loudness was the loudest and all my lair friends were working the room. At the end of the night everyone knew us and some dude hater snickered to his friend on what an asshole I was. When I came back from the bathroom Jennifer had taken my unsigned charge slip and gave it to a friend. I called her a punk ass and stared her down until she smiled. I smiled and caught dude hater looking in awe as I said I like your style kid. Write down your info for me. I watched as every guy in the room stood in awe as Jennifer, the hottest one in their without question, took a beer coaster and wrote the info down. With a big smile she hands it off and I grab the pen from her and say I’m keeping this as ransom. She smiles and tells me she is going to get her pen back and that she guarantees it. I say deal and walk off. When I passed the table of dude hater I say loud for him to hear it,”Yep I’m an asshole.”

None of this would have happened if I didn’t challenge myself to challenge myself in everything I do.

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