Recently, I took a Bootcamp with RSDTyler.
Here's a quick summary:
I, and 15 others, spent around 36 hours over a 3 day period with his coaches (mostly lectures + group exercises) and maybe around 4 hours total with Tyler himself in a group setting. The coaches were great but don't be deceived by his proposition if you think you'll get 36 hours of straight Tyler. The coaches taught us the fundamentals: 6 steps to your night out, the progression of an interaction, and the necessity of Instagram (all good information). Then at night we went out and gamed. At the end of the night, everyone meets up with the coaches and Tyler and do a recap (the good, the bad, what to improve). Wash rinse repeat.

Now for my personal feelings and stuff:
The reason I took the bootcamp was because I had not been able to get into "the zone" or "state" for many months. If you have never been in state before while socializing, I pity you. It is like you become superman. Or, rather, you become yourself without all those gay inhibitions and fears and self-doubt and so on. Women literally tell you they love you when you say hello to them. Your eye contact is effortless. Living is euphoric. Each breath tastes like the sweetest cocaine you have ever gummed. I could wax poetic for hours and hours. It simply makes life worth living. It's called "the winner effect" (it's a book too if you want to read aboot it).I really don't want to recap all the shit I learned on the bootcamp because it's not actually that important. If you really care to know, you can message my ass and I'll chit chat with you about it.The real epiphany came a week after when I went out again. To preface, I had fallen into a 3 month bout of apathy after some shit went down and, as I'm sure you know, apathy is gay and cringe. It's a meaningless cesspool of hedonism and hopelessness. At this point in my life, RSDTyler was the last point of "authority" in my life or as Jacques Lacan coined "the subject supposed to know". This was of course because of the large catalog of videos he made which were very formative in my journey of self-development. Point is, I wanted to speak to him directly so he could solve my problems (naive). Well, that didn't happen on the bootcamp because you aren't really with him that much but that's whatever. So now onto the unironically life changing epiphany...

My Unironic Life-Changing Epiphany:
FYI, this might seem really dumb and obvious and I am aware of that. On my drive to the club the week after the bootcamp, it sort of randomly dawned on me that I wanted Tyler's sympathy for how hard Game has been. If you're anything like me, you have had nights out where you just stammer around the venue trying to stay the fuck alive, much less interact with people, because your brain perceives a ton of threat and stress from the environment. It is absolutely horrendous. And especially so because being "in the zone" is so phenomenally great that you keep putting yourself in those situations. Anyways, in my car, I realized that I wanted his sympathy and that's the real reason why I went on the bootcamp. And that's what I want to elaborate on in this post.

On Sympathy, Validation, Approval, etc.:
I can specifically identify the logic of how to break out of this vicious cycle. The correct attitude is to staunchly not want sympathy (obvious I know) but not because it makes you a weak pussy (which it certainly does) but because even if you were to get the sympathy, it literally would not even help you improve. No matter how innocuous it may seem to have someone's sympathy, it was a hamper on my progression. The reason why I had been unable to get "into the zone" was because I was relying (call it subconsciously I guess) on other people's positive reactions in order to pump my state. While it certainly did help introduce "the zone" to me at first, this was a shoddy, unreliable foundation on which to build my sociability/game. Call it validation, call it approval, call it whatever you like. In a chaotic environment like a night club, your brain goes into defense mode and you "subconsciously" turn to others for their approval, validation, sympathy, etc. in order to... I guess survive?... Not die?

Improvement Therefrom:
So that night of the epiphany, I decided to staunchly oppose/reject my desire for sympathy (and synonyms) and accepted the fact that some people might think it weird that I talk to random people (which of course is not at all weird but the objective fact is that your brain imagines threats and consequences) or say certain things or talk in a certain way but I don't really care about whether or not they think it is weird (in one sense I do care and in another I do not care) and, that night and the night after, I had two great nights in a fucking row and I was on top of the fucking world.

Conclusion/TL:DR:
I wish to emphasize that "not caring about validation", or however you may posit your aloof attitude towards validation, is specifically not the same as "not wanting validation" (disowning?). This is not to say "piss people off" (we go out to socialize/game to have fun with other people, keep it light of course), but it is to recognize the inefficiency and undesirability of getting "in the zone" or "pumping your state" based off of other people's positive reactions. This is to say that I specifically do not want to get "into the zone" off their reactions because it would only reinforce reliance on an unreliable source.

THE FUTURE: I can explain this better but you'd have to know Pook and RSD and Lacanian Psychoanalysis which GayLubeOil should have hopefully put you onto. The next question is "how to get in the zone if not based on positive feedback?" On the surface, it seems like a totally reasonable concept: we go out to socialize, when we are nice to other people and they like us, we will feel accepted in this environment/in this group and thus feel good. But you must look further. I'd have to write another post aboot it or you can ask me if you wanna talk about it.

P.S.: Sorry if this didn't make sense. If you love game and care enough, you can message me and I'll chit chat with you about it.