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Something I’ve noticed on Twitter lately, at least with a lot of the people that I follow.

They are good persuaders.

Young and older guys that I hope are making a killing at selling whatever it is that they are selling.

Good for them if they are.

I got sort of a problem with it all to a degree though.

As I’m getting older, I’ve come to realize that I don’t really want for much. My bills are paid. I’ve got a little extra in the bank (nothing spectacular, nothing that would carry me for the rest of my life, but enough to tide me over in the event that I got fired or decided to quit at the last moment without having something lined up.)

I have all the toys that I could ever want or need.

I’ve got more books, digital and paper, than I will ever read in this lifetime.

Got a decent home. (Nothing fancy, but it has enough space for me, my shit, and two cats.)

What I want for in my life, at least right now, is some quiet. A little peace. Not that my life is filled with strife, chaos, and drama, because it’s not. I designed my life that way.

Getting back to the guys on Twitter, and even some of the email lists that I’m on, how do I know they are good persuaders? Because of FOMO.

If you don’t know what FOMO is, it’s Fear Of Missing Out. I didn’t know what the hell it was when I saw somebody mention it, so I had to go and look it up.

These guys are so good at what they are doing that they even had me convinced that I was Missing Out. Missing out on a great opportunity. Missing out on a great price. Missing out on….whatever.

Christ, I felt like a ten peckered owl trying to get laid.

There’s a guy on Twitter, right now (at least the last time I checked anyways) named Dean Abbott. He’s writing about what he’s calling The Quiet Life.

Sounds good to me.

Maybe if you are young and are just starting out in life, the Quiet Life isn’t for you. I get that. It sure as hell wasn’t for me when I was in my late teen’s and through all of my twenties and even into my early 30’s.

But now….

You know what I want to do?

I want to smoke a good cigar and sit on my deck and watch the sunset. I want to listen to the rain fall.

You know what I don’t want to do?

Feel like I’m Missing Out.

Because really I’m not.

And neither are you.

The course that is for $XX.XX? It may go up in a few days or weeks or whatever. It may not. It may go away forever. That’s okay too. I was okay before that course hit my awareness, I’ll be okay long after it is gone.

Same with whatever book is being sold. Or seminar. Or webinar. Or conference. There’s a couple of conferences coming up later this year that I would like to attend, but time and money….

Mostly time. Money I can make.

While I’m sure that I would get some great experiences and whatnot from these conferences, meh.

I was fine before they came along, I’ll be fine after they are gone.

If any of you guys follow anything in the Manosphere and in particular, the Red Pill, (which I’m sure most, if not all of you are familiar with both) you hear a lot of talk about Unplugging.

Unplugging from “blue pill” ideals. Unplugging from the gynocentric society that we live in. I’m pretty sure you all know what I’m talking about.

But what about unplugging from being sold something?

I’ve been “unplugging” for a few years from the blue pill ideals and I’ve never had any regrets and have never looked back. And yet I find myself still “plugged in” when it comes to FOMO and certain persuasion “tactics” and sales pitches.

Do I think they are “wrong?” Not at all. For the guys who are selling, like I said earlier, good for them. I hope they make a killing and get everything they desire.

But do I want to hear it all the time? Especially knowing that if I don’t pay careful attention to what they are saying and how they are saying it, I’ll end up with a big case of FOMO, a lighter wallet, and a bunch of stuff I may not actually need?

No. I don’t want that.

I want The Quiet Life.

The only thing I want to be persuaded on right now is that cigar, a smooth drink, some good company (maybe one or more of you guys?) and a good sunset.

We could talk about all sorts of shit. We could talk about nothing at all. And it would be good by me.

Getting caught up in the hype will make you miss out on one thing though:

Your Life.

Keep that in mind.

 

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