A little while after sending yesterday’s sob story email, I received a number of comments from people questioning whether or not I was “alright,” showing their inability to interpret sarcasm.
Then several others wrote to ask various questions, such as “How do you come up with such incredible ideas?”
They wanted to know, for free, I must add, the methodology to my madness.
Typically, when dealing with non-buyers who have proven themselves to be dishonorable, via their frequent submissions coupled with their promises to buy very soon, all their replies are subject to “the round file.” I don’t have time and will not give of my energy to these types, nor is it a good idea for you to do so.
Focus on the movers and shakers, the DOERS, who don’t just tell you they love your writing, but prove it by partaking in your goods and services.
As for the dishonorable lot, aside from deleting their comments, including their attempts to stroke your almighty ego, either do not reply, or if you do, reply tersely in Gary Halbertese.
Here are some ripe examples:
“F.O. Unsubscribe.”
“Thanks for nothing. Unsubscribe.”
“Go away.”
Now, if you need for me to spell out what F.O. means, which Sir Gary clearly would do to the aforementioned ingrates (I’m much more civil, hehe), then I surmise you must be one of those “swipers” from Nigeria, or some such abode, who sign up to your email list en masse, and NEVER buy a friggin thing.
Another key point: Delete all Nigerians who subscribe to your email list.
Anyway, as rudeness would have it, sometimes when you people out, a morsel of honor can be found in the soul of the almost departed/deleted… and they pony up and become buyers.
And that is how I made my first sale yesterday.
Don’t be nice unless you want to finish last. Stop caring about whether or not you can make a sale. Be unattached.
It’s surprising what can happen as a result.
Now is about that time in my email where I segue into the mentioning of one of my dear products… and so I’m sure you’re putting your defenses up.
But there is no defense that neutralizes the unwilling masses who want to see if they can figure out what I’m doing and why, all by their lonesome. You can assume you’re schmart enough to see it all without my direct insights, but as my dear ole dad used to say, “There’s more books written on the ‘interpretation of Shakespeare than Shakespeare ever wrote and none of them know what they’re talking about.”
Indeed, especially if you’re of the belief, as I am, that Shakespeare never wrote anything. He’s yet another historical fabrication. And perhaps, so am I.
Matt Furey
P.S. For those of you who are punch drunk by my words, now might be a jolly good time to become a subscriber to Zen Mastery, so you learn the true “interpretation” of what I do and why (straight from the ass’s mouth). Then again, it might be THC time for you to unsubscribe and refrain from sending me questions or compliments. Hate mail, on the other hand, is always welcome as I can use that as subsequent email fodder.
F.O. – man I love that! Thank you, Sir Gary.
P.P.S. This here email was written without one word of editing in any way, shape or form. If that impresses you, or displeases you due to any potential Thai-po’s, I could care less.
