We’ve been a bit quiet this week over here as we’ve been focusing on our upcoming trip and tying up loose ends here in London. It’s been over 4 years now that I’ve been actively changing my life and changing it for the better. If you had told me at the age of 25 that in a few years I’d be embarking on a long term trip around Europe doing fuck all in terms of work, I’d have laughed, taken a toke and dreamed about it whilst lying on my friends couch as he roared around a track on Project Gotham Racing 2. Meeting the Rock Solid Game crew was a real turning point in what was going to be an insipid life of slaving in a cubicle, having a romantic tryst every blue moon and probably an indentured one too. Following that old path of my parents probably hooking me up with some broad, marriage, a hefty mortgage and working my ass off until kingdom come.
First came the romance as I’ll call it in a remarkably padded way, it was never romance of course, just seduction and fun. A weekend with the top guys in London set me off on a path filled with 2 years of serious daygame and plenty of one night stands with a wide variety of women from the unscrupulous and not very pleasing on the eye to “sexy as hell” ladies as a thirsty guy would say. You think you’re set in the ways of seduction and you are king but it’s not true, your mannerisms are still of the old life, you still do things you used to that would put off girls in your company who would put you on that scrap heap pile of life called the friendzone. Being good at seduction did not mean you were good at life, good at being the best you could be. Even 3 years later as I would find on a jaunt in Croatia with Bromigo Jimmy, those old habits would haunt and destroy any leads like I was back to be the same old Bojangles of old.
More work was needed, first step was the lies. Lying to everyone including myself about certain aspects I was either embarrassed about or wanted to change. Lying to people makes them your master, by lying I might as well have declared I was subordinate to them as I was afraid of showing the truth, lying in seduction, lying in debt, lying to parents, lying to friends. Damn lies, if there’s something about me that I have to lie about, it means I have to change that, to be the guy that I want to be and come across that I am proud of who I am and if there’s something I don’t like than that has to change. This is where the world of the sweet bitter red pill came to the fore.
The truth is bitter and many don’t want to accept it, they don’t want to see the world the way it really is, they don’t want their eyes opened up to the possiblity that everything around them is false. Many men can’t accept what their own value is, women are pedestalised by many a man, we’ve unfortunately created this for ourselves. Reading around the manosphere you find out the truth about the flaws of women, the government and how it works against the average man, society as a whole in the Anglo world, and how disposable you are as a man. You’re not special, you’re not unique, you are just another worker drone providing income to the powers above who then funnel them into the hands of those who are more “unfortunate”. It takes time to come to terms with this, many a man has probably always thought of a certain path in life which follows the path I highlighted earlier; study hard, get a good job, get married and have lovely children. On accepting the truth, the pitfalls of following such a path becomes all too clear, there are many a manosphere contributor who can attest to how society has failed them and their lives and can call back on the experience of their marriage as proof of this.
It’s magnificent, it truly is. There was a slight bitterness inside me as I became more learned about my weaknesses and my dependencies. Rather than hiding them away I worked on them, sometimes they crop up and there’s still a few minor skirmishes ongoing but the war has pretty much been won. Revolution within myself was accomplished, I’ve passed on my experiences to Bromigo Matt and he’s found the transition much smoother than I did. I walk different, I look different, I dress different, I act different, I react different, I stand different, I talk different, I am different. I still love women all the same and despite knowing all the truly horrifying things about them, I’m far from the woman hate that we seem to see a lot of around the manosphere. So Where Am I?
So here I am, not married, without a job in 2 weeks and no children that I know of. I’ve accepted the truth and chosen a path. Krauser did a great set of posts on the best way for a man to live his life well, accumulate wealth and knowledge in your 20s and this is when you are at your most creative. I’ve partially done that, I feel I can work on and off for the next 4 years and due to a magnificent plan that Bromigo Jimmy has devised, that part of life looks to be sorted. So I’m ready to travel and indulge myself in decadence for the next few months with my bromigo. Matt is still young so is concentrating on wealth accumulation but soon he’ll be joining us. Who do I say thanks to? My Bromigos? The RSG Crew? Krauser? Roosh? Rollo Tomassi? The Manosphere? Everyone has an influence on moulding a boy into a man.
My 30s will be great as my own SMV increases. I see pictures of girls in my school year now looking well past their best and chuckle a little, I’d probably see that differently if I had chosen the blue path.
Instead I’m looking forward to a drive across Europe in my suits, looking a million dollars with my bromigo in a nifty convertible, onto months of sun, sea, sand and European hamsters.