Family Cloths. What are they? They are reusable toilet paper. Think of an old t-shirt that has been hacked up into squares, kinda like toilet paper and there you go. Good old reusable t-shirt toilet paper.
In my house, they are known affectionately as “Butt Wipes.”
Why do I have “Butt Wipes?” Well, you see, about 2 years ago, my girlfriend, she gets on these kicks where she wants to reduce her carbon footprint, get more “green,” and “do her part” to save the planet or something like that. These butt wipes are one of those moments that she had. Now, in her defense, it’s not actually a bad idea. They are much more softer than any of the best store bought TP. They definitely, ahem, clean you better. And what’s better than free? We’ve saved a small fortune from not having to buy any toilet paper in over two years.
What do butt wipes have to do with my journey through the Red Pill? I’m getting there. Trust me, I have a destination in mind, and yes, it’s tied to the Red Pill.
The other day, my girlfriend and I are lounging around the house. I’m doing my laundry for the next week at work. I stopped into the bathroom to take a piss and realized that the butt wipes were about out.
The following conversation ensued:
Me: “The butt wipes are running low, looks like it’s time to do a load in the laundry.”
Her: “Okay good to know.”
Me: “If we don’t do them soon, like tonight, you’ll be wiping your ass with your hand tomorrow.”
Cue hysterical laughter from her. I do that for her sometimes. Make her laugh hysterically. It’s one of my “things.”
So what do butt wipes and my journey through the Red Pill have in common?
Only just this:
Be prepared in whatever you are going to do. Have a plan. Decide where it is you’re going to eat. Decide what it is you are going to eat. Have a plan for when shit hits the fan. And it will eventually. Decide what you are going to wear tomorrow. Plan for leaving early for work when the weather turns to shit. Plan for an alternate way home when the freeway is stacked bumper to bumper because of some dip shits having an accident and snarling everyone else up.
Have a plan for if/when she leaves you.
Have a plan for your money. How are you going to save it? How are you going to spend it? What are you saving for? What are you spending it on? Do you really need anymore shit in your life? In your house? Be prepared to ask yourself these questions. Be prepared to answer them as well.
If you are a Man and are reading this, your’s is to LEAD. If you don’t know where you are going, how will you know when you get there? If you don’t have a destination in mind, anywhere will do I guess. If you aren’t “driving the bus” of your life, someone else will be. Don’t be surprised when you end up somewhere you didn’t want to go.
Stop sleepwalking through your life. Make some plans, be prepared. Be adaptable enough to change on a dime if need be when shit gets sideways and goes south. Have a plan and also learn to improvise when necessary.
Be prepared for when she shit tests you. And she will.
Know what it is that you want. What do you want from your job? Your family? Yourself?
Be prepared. Have a plan.
Be prepared or you might be wiping your ass with your hand tomorrow.