Be Interesting

Be interesting.

I notice, that being interesting to be people requires a few simple things. One, don’t say all that much. Two, always seem like you’re tinkering with something.

The minute you start talking, it seems most people already work your credibility backwards. I think because the more you talk the more you tip your hand about your stance on everything and anything. And people want to latch onto whatever they can to get a bead on you. If you don’t allow this opening, people are interested in you. When you tinker with things, people see you as a do’er. You go about your actions without having to break stride. If you were an actor, this is what is known as “business.” It gives you a look into the person’s character. When you’re moving, you’re interesting.

Why else do you think photos of people doing things online are so much more engaging than selfies? It’s because they know you’re moving about. Living life. Being interesting. Women LOVE interesting. Fat, hairy slobs are interesting when they tinker with things. Women see this behemoth move and is proactive with life…they know they aren’t sitting around stuffing ho-ho’s into their face.

People take to me most when I don’t seem interested in talking to them. I constantly make the mistake of talking too much. People like to think they discovered something new. They definitely don’t like it rammed down their throat. Unless it’s a 40 year old porn actress. Discovery is an amazing thing. If people think they dug deep into who you are and figure out something exciting about you, of course this is grounds for interest. Unpredictable junkies get more tail than a Malaysian mule show.

A lot of marriages seem to ail once interest is lost. Most people aren’t that interesting. Or, you hear all their damn stories. Then they shift all their interest to their kids. Meanwhile, interest in our mate dies. Absence makes the heart grow fonder? Bullshit. Absence makes you interesting again.