As I’m typing this I’m far away somewhere at the foot of a mountain surrounded by a forrest in the north of Portugal.

It’s beautiful really and I hope you can see it one day.

We’ve had 1/3rd of our time here already and if there’s one thing this time has did for me is make me realize what I want.

Rob would be proud.

But was a journey to the end of the world really necessary to achieve it?

Maybe.

I keep forgetting who said it but there’s a quote by a stoic who said live a year in the circumstances you fear the most and discover you’ve dreaded nothing.

Completely butchering it, but you get the idea.

Electricity is scarce, internet is dependent on my data bundle, stores are a 30 minute drive away and the most nearby village is a 15 minute walk up a steep mountain.

Shit! Have a become a patriarchal masculine Twitter account?!

Well I can tell you the men who work here on the grounds are far from your flexing Twitter accounts.

They don’t look clean, or as if they care about their manhood. 

They care about the work getting done.

Potbelly strong as I like to call it, because believe me if there’s one thing I found out here is that deadlifting 315 x 5 is WAY different than moving 600lbs logs with a cable to get it into a pick up truck.

Being shredded looks nice and gets you da gurlzah but is far from practical.

I’m straying from the point what do I want.

But I can’t let a good shitting a larpers go to waste.

A lot of those guys hammer on about MANUAL LABOR and returning to MANHOOD, far away in a comfortable apartment typing on there iPhone having NO idea what it’s like or even “degrading” themselves to working in a factory to be surrounded by the working class they so romanticize.

Now who reminds me of that? Roseialists? Poserialists? Hm it’ll get back to me. 

It made me realize that yes I do value minimalism but I also value certain modern comforts like flip of a switch electricity for a certain amount of time of my life.

Drinkable tap water in exchange for a certain amount of my time of my life.

Unlimited internet access in exchange for a certain amount of my time of my life.

Just a certain amount of civilization in exchange for a certain amount of time of my life.

Funny, I still don’t want kids or get married, guess that just took dating the modern women a couple of times instead of living in a cabin in the woods. HA!

I’m even starting to miss Twitter, because I am getting some good brain farts here and there.

Journaling has become a new activity of mine, you’d be surprised how well writing down something lets you move on.

I will leave you with this….unfortunately…

Rian Stone was right “These brands keep idealizing hard physical labor and they haven’t done it a day in their life. I’ve done it, my childhood was it and I will never do it again. I worked for my comfort damnit.”

Paraphrasing, but it’s close.

I like my personal brand, my small little Youtube channel and tight little community and of course weekly sit-downs with Rob.

When I’m come back, we’re coming back hard.

Jack

This quote has been misattributed a couple of times to my great annoyance, cause I was actually pretty proud of how screwed up the quote is when I thought of it.

Why I said it is because so many spearheads in this space focus on the “Signs to look out for” or “Signs she is a low quality woman” and I was sitting there thinking:

These are all signs she’s down to fuck. (Which from now will be DTF)

Did I want to be in a relationship?

No

Did I want to have kids?

No

Did I want to save the West?

Well, when was the last time the West saved me?

I just wanted casual hook ups.

And those red flag lists gave me a perfect perspective of what to look out for.

Tattoos?

DTF.

Feminist?

DTF

Multiple ear piercings?

DTF.

Smokes?

She pokes

That disgusting septum piercing that everyone is grossed out by?

D.T.F!

Single mom?

Eh… Baby sitter, kids are a priority… Best to just avoid and go for someone who’s into it as much as you.

A majority of my notch count has some form of Communist parade because of how red it is.

Sure there are plenty of girls who were of the higher education institutions, but let me tell you something.

She lives in dorms?

DTF.

Trust me, if she’s going to college and lives in a dorm unsupervised chances are she’s pretty much DTF.

Exception to the norm, I know a tall Chinese guy who’s bad at math too, don’t worry.

The PROBLEM here is not the red flags.

It’s you.

Because you, dear reader, probably want wove and mawwiage and kiwds and a dowg all together in your white picked fence.

Or are scared and startled when a wittwe giwly wiwly is throwing a hissy fit and don’t dare to walk away.

THEN RED FLAGS ARE TO BE AVOIDED OR YOU WILL BE WALKING INTO A WORLD OF HURT.

The reason I say they are “green lights” is because for MY specific points and purposes they are.

I like fast and loose women and I don’t like committing.

Sure, I’d like a main plate, but I know damn well for myself that I should just enjoy it while it lasts cause I’ll want to move on within 6 months or a year anyway.

That’s just me.

I also just walk out when something occurs that isn’t to my liking.

Because there truly is a bus every 15 minutes and I’ve taken those busses before.

I have EXPERIENCED that abundance.

You, dear reader, if you have not experienced that and have not developed that level of detachment should not circle around the promiscuous.

You’ll get disappointed, let down and or worse heartbroken.

It all comes down to that age old question:

“What do you want?”

So let this be your Don’t Eat Paint warning from me.

If you don’t want hot, fast, crazy sex with strangers who couldn’t give a damn about you if you text or call back, stay away from all those red flags the internet used to tell you about.

For those among us who’ve been around the block?

Red Flags Are A Green Light.

Marketing works best when it speak to an insecurity of a potential buyer. For as stated in The Art Of Seduction by Robert Greene: 

“For one to be seduced one must want to be seduced”.

When you are poor you would want to have wealth.

When you are fat you would want to be jacked.

When you aren’t getting laid you would want to fuck.

In these situations you are missing something and it also happens to be the best selling categories of all of marketing. Health, wealth and sex. 

When you don’t have a thing you want you’re going to doubt yourself why you don’t have it. Don’t you deserve it? Don’t you earn it? Don’t you work for it?

9/10 it’s the third one.

But that’s fine because HE has the answer. HE knows how you can get that wealth you’ve always wanted, the health you always dreamed of and the girlzah you’ve always wanted to fuck.

And how did he got it?

Well he’s going to teach you!

And that’s how he got it.

He got it because he played on your insecurities and made you want to give him your money so you could get the feeling of achieving what you want.

And you’re not the only one who handed over that money and you’re not the only one who ended where he began, but with less money.

THE REAL method of getting what you want is putting effort into an activity.

Want wealth? Learn a skill that people value, learn marketing and actually provide value for a fee. Or get a good paying job, spend less than you make and learn to invest.

Want health? Stop eating crap, count calories, walk daily and train by doing compound movements at least three times a week for at least a year.

Want sex? Be attractive, don’t be unattractive. Learn social skills, approach or when doing online dating get good photo’s and learn to stand out. Also put in the time. 

Dating is a numbers game. You’ll get more “no’s” than “yes’s” and you have to learn to live with that.

And what do all of these things have in common? 

They take time.

Which brings me to another reason why marketing works. It gives you the idea you can get rich, jacked and or sex fast.

But nothing worth achieving comes easy and quick.