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Get Your Ass Out Of The House

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Red Pill Dad wrote a great piece last week, it’s called Bad Girl Game, Part Deux, and what players can learn from it. The entire essay is a a great read and I highly recommend you check it out, especially if you are a woman.

One of the things that RPD mentions early on, is girls not getting their asses out of the house. Right now, during our time of lock-down’s and the coof, I can see why many people, women included, don’t want to leave their homes. The talking heads on the TV and the retards on the internet are telling you to stay home, and so you do.

The thing is, women have been staying in their homes long before the Coof.

When I used to read Tarot cards for money, one of the biggest questions that I would get asked, by women, who happened to be approximately 98% of my clientele, was “Am I going to meet the One?”

Of course, what they meant by that was, “Am I going to meet a guy to date, fuck, and maybe ultimately marry or be in a long term relationship with?”

I didn’t need Tarot cards or any other charade to answer that question. Usually when they would ask me something like this, I would respond with a question of my own: “Are you getting out of the house and out into public?” To which the women would blush, look away, giggle, stammer, and ultimately tell me: “No.”

Of course you aren’t getting out of the house. Of course you aren’t going out into the public realm to meet people. It is far easier to stay at home, eat far more than you should, and scroll social media and hopefully get “likes” or “hearts” on whatever bullshit you decide to post whether it be pictures or some platitude that you found on the internet somewhere. Of course.

I would nod sympathetically and tell them what they wanted to hear. When you are in the business of “reading cards” you have a choice: You can tell them the truth and never hear from them again, which is a poor business model I might add, or you can lie to them and tell them what they want to hear, what they are paying to hear. Guess which direction I went.

“Of course, you are going to meet your One. It won’t be soon, but in the near future. He will be all of the things that you have missed throughout your life and in other relationships. This could happen in the next 6 weeks or in the next 6 months. You have a part to play in this though. If you want to accelerate that time frame, you need to get out of your house.“

While I was bullshitting her for the most part, that last part is the truth.

Ladies, if you want to meet a guy and get anything from him beyond a text, you need to get out of the house. I know that it’s scary out in the world right now. I know it was scary even before the coof and the lock-downs. But if you want to meet a guy and go beyond just a text or two, you need to get off of your ass and get out of the house.

One of the things I would leave my women clients with was this:

“You can stay home and your ‘One’ will most likely show up eventually, knocking on your door. By then you will be 80 and he will be 20, delivering your favorite food to you. By then, you will be able to do nothing about it. Or, you can get out of the house and put yourself in front of him, now. The choice as always, is yours.”

Ladies, the choice, as always, is yours. You can stay home messing around on social media, wasting your time, which you cannot and will not ever get back, or you can put your phone down and get out of the house. The choice is always yours.

Choose wisely. Or not.

And for the guys reading this? Much like RPD said in his essay, if she doesn’t want to come out and gives you an excuse, you ghost. Stop replying, stop giving her your attention, and move on. She is wasting her time and more importantly, she is wasting your time. What I said earlier doesn’t just apply to her, it applies to you as well.

Your time is limited and it is the most precious commodity you will ever have, more than money or anything else. You cannot or will not get it back. Choose what you spend it on wisely.

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Time Wasters

Rob Says3 Comments

I’ve been active on Twitter and other forms of social media in a “serious capacity” for over two years now. I have a love/hate relationship when it comes to Twitter. On one hand, it’s where I’ve met some seriously incredible people. Smart, funny, knowledgeable, you name it. It also happens to be my best medium for putting my “message” out there. This blog, at least at the time of this writing, has only about 120 or so followers. I’ve been writing on here since October of 2016. I’ve got over 2000 followers on Twitter. Nothing to brag about and I’m honestly not trying to cultivate followers, I just want my message to be heard. Twitter is where it is at for me, at least for the time being.

That being said, the “hate” part of Twitter for me is the buffoonery and absolute stupidity that I see on a day to day basis. Guys LARPing about “saving the west,” “semen retention,” “whamen bad,” “orange man bad,” “degeneracy (whatever that means) bad.”

I came on to Twitter originally to learn, and learn I have. My more immediate goals with that platform is to connect with people and develop real life relationships with those people. I’ve succeeded so far. The part that I worry about occasionally is that I may in fact be creating an echo chamber for myself.

I’m all for intelligent conversations and discourse. I’m all for being able to agree to disagree. There are plenty of people that I follow that I don’t agree with them on everything. At least when we have a disagreement, it is civil and we still respect one another. No name calling and flipping out needed.

When I go to learn something, I start with what I don’t know and I “chunk down” until I can get to the most basic components of whatever it is that I’m trying to learn. Once I’ve figured out those basic components I tend to “chunk up” to a more broad picture that involves a lot more context and nuance. For me, that’s where I get to apply whatever it is that I have learned and put it to use.

At the highest and most useless “level,” there are people on Twitter.

The next level down, for me, is Time Wasters and Everybody Else. You can continue to “chunk down” if you want, I know I did, at least awhile ago, but now I’m good with this particular category.

I don’t care what your political bent is. I don’t care what religion you follow. I don’t care what you identify as. I don’t care about your sex or your gender, or anything else of that nature.

What I care about is: Are you a Time Waster? Are you going to waste my time with stupid shit? Are you saying stupid shit on the internet? Are you inviting me to join your circle jerk or are you saying something of substance that I might find useful, even if I disagree with it or you?

Can you teach me something about making YouTube videos? Can you show me something on a musical instrument? Can you paint or draw? Do you know how to write? Are you good with women? Or are you going to tell me that I shouldn’t be getting laid because I’m short? Are you going to give me worthless information like, “Just take her to the dance, man. And wear shoes! Not sneakers!”

Are you going to talk to me about giving yourself an enema and how you’re betting serious money on an election? Are you going to talk about “spirit cooking” and the illuminati? Are you going to spout off about how the Mormon’s and Islam is going to save the west?

Are you going to start off your theory, argument, thesis, diatribe, or rant with “As a Real Man” and hope that your weak statement can be bolstered by guilt and shame?

If so, that’s okay. You are a Time Waster. You are wasting my time. My time is my most precious commodity. I have less going forward than I do behind me. It’s the one commodity that I can’t get more of and I can’t get back any that I have spent or lost. In many ways, it’s actually finite because at some point in the future I’m going to stop breathing and I’ll be dead.

I don’t mind shit posting. Hell, I do that the most on Twitter. Twitter is where I go to relax if I can. Twitter is where I can “let my hair down” and just “hang out.” Twitter is my bar at the moment. It’s where I go to have a few drinks and talk shit with my friends. It’s not where I go to have my time wasted. It’s not where I go to get lectures from 24 year old’s on “How To Be An Alpha Male.” Dude, shut the fuck up and sit down, you’re giving me a headache.

It’s not where I go to learn about honor and virtue. Those things mean different things to everybody who encounters them. It’s not where I go to learn about religion and which one is supposedly the best. I don’t give a fuck.

I go to learn new skills not how to be a better LARPer.

When I get on Twitter my day consists of reading my DM’s, scrolling my time line, automatically muting “promoted tweets” aka ads (because fuck those) replying to people that I feel like replying to, writing an occasional tweet, and then muting time wasters. Why mute instead of block? Because fuck them, that’s why. I don’t need them knowing I blocked them so that they can parade it around to their fellow idiots. The only people I block is my ex-wife and those that are a real special kind of stupid. So if I have blocked you on Twitter, odds are pretty good you are not my ex-wife. Unless you are.

Now this isn’t hard science backed up by sources and facts, but in my experience I will say that at least 70% of people on Twitter are time wasters. The other 30% is everybody else and so I’m very careful about who and what I follow. If that builds me an echo chamber, then so be it I guess. At least it won’t waste my time.

Whatever you choose to do with your time is on you. Spend it on whatever you want. Waste it however you want if that’s what you want to do. Or realize that your time is finite and you can’t get more of it and you can’t get it back and so maybe put it to better use instead of guilt and shaming people into your point of view. If your assertion is really that strong it should be able to stand on its own without guilt or shame tactics. It should be able to speak for itself. Think before you tweet. Don’t be a time waster.

Or go ahead and be a time waster. I’ll figure out for myself really fast if you are and you’ll be screaming into the void from there on out.

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Time

Rob Says4 Comments

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Time. It’s the one commodity that you can never get back. I’ve said it before elsewhere, you can always make more money, you can always get another job or start another business, or get into another career. You can even start new relationships, whatever flavor they may be, whether they are platonic or romantic.

What you can’t do, is get back your time, or get more time. That’s the rub, in a nutshell. You don’t know how much time you have, but I promise you, it’s less than you think. Yet time is the one commodity that we are willing to toss around and throw away as if we are going to live forever and that we have all the time in the world.

The reason that I bring up time has to do with this last week and weekend. The Village By The Lake was a smashing success, at least to me. I got to see my Brother’s Vince and TJ, and I got to meet some new, and some returning, great guys. Bacon, Nick, Amos, David West, Skelton, Joe, and even Chest Rockwell showed up. It was glorious.

It was glorious even during this period of uncertainty and having to “wear a mask.” Social distancing and the fact that many activities were either limited or outright not available didn’t slow us down. In many ways, there was too many things to see and to do, and not enough time to do all of them. So I had to prioritize. I had to choose what meant the most to me and to those with me. I had to choose what I was going to spend my time on.

While there wasn’t a lot of exercise and seeing a bunch of different things, there was enough. Most of my time was spent on engaging in enlightening conversation and getting to know my new and returning friends. That’s what I consider all of them, they are now my friends. It was well worth my time. I could have told all of them, “No, I have to work.” And I wouldn’t have had the experiences that I had. All because I would have chosen to chase the dollar. I didn’t do that because there will be plenty of opportunities for me to make more money.

I would rather hear Chesty talk about the “Sad Handy on I-80” and watch Nick trying to contact the International Space Station on his HAM radio than go and empty yet another bin of paper and shred it, only to rinse and repeat and do it again.

I would rather talk to Skelton about his journey through his life so far and the things that he has learned about himself and where he wants to go and what he wants to end up doing.

I would rather listen to Joe talk about how women will only walk alone on certain streets in Tennessee compared to women that walk pretty much everywhere alone in Salt Lake City and how you can pick out the natives vs the transplants.

I would rather understand the pros and the cons of joining a podcasting network that Amos mentioned and about how a lot of them as part of their contract will want to own the name to your podcast. Talk about a theft!

I would rather talk about family life and about how David built his own shelves for his awesome library that is in his house and how the weight of his books actually bent the hitch on the trailer that he used when he was transporting his books.

And yes, I would rather watch Bacon make a “grand entrance” and have to tell the guy that his volume is at an 11 when it needs to be down to a 5. For a younger man, he has definitely had a full life so far and has seen and done some things that even I haven’t seen or done in my 48 years of being on this planet. There’s a lot of experience and wisdom in a guy that is practically half my age. It was even fun joking/not joking with him about “my restaurant.”

Hanging out physically yet again with Vince and TJ was what all of this was ultimately about for me and like the last time when we first met at the Village By The Sea in Atlantic City, I was not disappointed. The food we prepared and ate, the cigars we smoked, the drinks we drank, the jokes we cracked and the stories we told each other will be etched in my memory forever. Even the morning coffee shits and the cat allergies couldn’t slow us down.

You can’t buy those kinds of memories and experiences. It was worth the time.

That being said, I want to bring this back to you, Gentle (or Not So Gentle) Reader. What are you spending your time on? What are you willing to do or want to do, knowing that whatever amount of time you throw at it, you’ll never get that time back and you’ll ultimately never get more time in the long run?

Where are you getting the most pleasure and what are you doing that is giving you the most pleasure for your time?

Work and “grinding it out” can be a necessary evil and I totally understand that, but what are you spending your time on ultimately? Is that what you want to be spending your time on? Is that what you want to do? Or do you want to be doing something else?

Who are you spending your time with? Is that someone that you want to be spending your time with? Are you deriving maximum pleasure from being with them and around them? If not, why are you spending time with them? What ways can you minimize that time if necessary?

Like I said at the beginning, time is the one commodity that you can’t get more of, and you can’t get back the time that is gone.

Now you’ll have to excuse me, there’s a young woman that I would like to spend some of my time with.

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