Clearing The Way

Posted by littlepdog on May 16, 2012
Posted in: Money & Freedom, My Journey. 3 comments

Sorry I haven’t posted in a while. I’ll keep this short. An older relative (mid 20′s) is moving to my city next month. He isn’t formally into game, but he’s aware of it and he goes out a lot. He’s also tank, which is a plus. Anyway, he brings with him some awesome things for my future.

1. He’s going to rent a place very close to the city centre and he said I can crash there. So I can use his place to pull girls if I’m still unfortunately with my parents.

2. He has an awesome solution to my business problems.

That’s all I’m going to say right now. Once again, the future looks bright.

Roadblocks

Posted by littlepdog on May 7, 2012
Posted in: Money & Freedom, My Journey. 1 comment

I’m going to keep this short. Business has hit a roadblock for torontokid and I. The SEO of our websites has gone very well and we’re getting more traffic every day, but at the same time our offline business is facing some serious delivery problems.  The business model we’re running is working for other people, but we haven’t gotten our delivery right yet. Anybody who knows anything about marketing a FREE service to small businesses via Email or Cold Calling needs to drop me line in the comments section. Also, anybody who knows how to find Email addresses for those small businesses who don’t have websites (the vast bulk of them). Online directories eg. Yellow Pages ARE NOT suitable for this.

I still have 6 months to figure this shit out but my mind is stuck on the worst case scenarios. At the same time however, it’s made me realize that I have YEARS  ahead of me to become successful with an automated and location independent income. Even if I fail right now, there is no doubt in my mind I will have gotten it done by the age of 21, which is pretty damn fucking young, right now I’m just stressing over hitting my income target of $3.5k a month by December. That aim isn’t actually very high because where I live, that amount of money is just enough to live as a starving artist type in a city centre studio.

We’ll see how I end up,until then make sure you drop your Email into the Follow box to the right or suscribe to the RSS Feed.

Why You Should Get A Dog and Why I’m Mr Popular

Posted by littlepdog on May 6, 2012
Posted in: Game, My Journey. Leave a Comment

Short post for y’all today. I’m busy as fuck and I still haven’t finished off a longer one I’ve drafted. Anyway…

Read this.

a man’s likelihood of obtaining a woman’s phone number increases three-fold when accompanied by a dog…

Follow the link and go to Study 4 where “an attractive male confederate” went around asking girls for their phone numbers. He may be attractive, but he probably has ZERO cold approach experience, keep that in mind.

Study 4:

Compliance rate: 11/120 in the no-dog condition versus 34/120 in the dog condition (p < 0.001)

That’s over 25% with the dog, and that’s with adult women and not high school girls who probably love dogs even more… I happen to own one and  I’m going to go take him  on walks around the two schools near my house on the days I finish up early and get home from school in time to catch them as they leave.

Timing will be bad and the windows off opportunities will be short. I also don’t want to develop a reputation as the creepy dog guy. I’ll report back in a few weeks to update on how it’s been going.

Like I said, been really busy with school and business shit lately. We’re having issues with the way we reach out to our clients. Our options are Cold Calling, Emailing, Paper Mailing and using our local Chambers of Commerce. It’s a big fucking road bump to us right now. I haven’t neglected game though. Got three house parties total in May (one already down), proof I’m Mr Popular. In a couple weeks I’m going to field test taking a gaggle of girls with me from one school to a party at another school (neither of which I go to) and use the resulting pre-selection to make myself more even more attractive to all of them and network better with the guys to become a regular at their parties. It might just make me feel like a club promoter or a pimp, or both. We’ll see.

Young, Dumb and Full of Cum

Posted by littlepdog on May 1, 2012
Posted in: My Journey. 2 comments

A few days ago, I had a chat with a college student studying a Georgia, a young man a couple years older than myself. I hope he doesn’t read this and get embarrassed but for a young man he’s been quite successful, going to a selective school and been successful in Internet Marketing. On top of all this, he has tight game. We were talking about his plans for travel and we discussed him coming down to Sydney this Summer to scope it out and meet me. During this, I realized that being so young he had all time in the world to go explore different locations on his bucket list of sorts fully. I then said:

We have decades in the game left ahead of us. The sky is the fucking limit.

I think a lot of guys in the game don’t realize how much time they have to develop amazing game. If you’re reading this I’ll assume you’ve already been approaching so consider this: 10 years down the line where do you see yourself with game? 10 years is just under how long Roosh and Tyler Durden (from “The Game”) have been around for. Unless you drop off or get married like Neil Strauss than in 10 years you will be a demi-god IF you’ve committed yourself to it. Because that’s Game and cold approaching is, it’s a commitment. It’s a job,  but one which you MUST enjoy doing.

Some of you will see yourself married in 10 years, but remember this: Woman age like milk, Men age like wine.

The Marriage Zone

You do not have to, nor should get married in your late 20′s/early 30′s. On a biological level you just don’t need to, your fertility does not begin to rapidly decline at 30 like it does for women. Should you decide to settle and get married remember that it is perfectly normal for a man to be  noticeably older than his wife. My parents have a 10 year age difference and a girl even told me recently her parents have a 14 year age difference, which one NEVER would have guessed from looking at them. You can choose to settle down at 37/38 and marry a woman who is still right in the middle of the marriage zone. Allowing you to enjoy years and years of practicing and honing your skills and pimp in your youth. Of course, I not recommend tying the knot in the West for obvious reasons. Read that post, it’s probably my single best fresh insight on the blog, followed by the Mistaken Identity Opener (I have a follow up on that I’ll get around to posting this weekend). I basically advocate that any man seeking to settle down and have kids should instead cohabit with a single permanent partner as a de-facto couple in a jurisdiction where Common Law marriage is not recognized.  A lot of feminists actually demand being defacto so they’re not a “chattel slave” to their husbands under the “patriarchal” system of marriage…  Use this feminist argument as your rationale and avoid losing half your shit and the burden of alimony payments if shit hits the fan.

If you avoid tying yourself down (right now I want to have a lot of kids, but that may change as I mature) you have the rest of your life to enjoy the fruits of success. Make a commitment to improve your game NOW, and reap the rewards a few years down the track. For guys still in college or younger,  the potential is simply mind-boggling. Right now you are young, dumb and full of cum. Stick with improving every facet of your life and in 10 years you will probably still be won’t be too old (I consider men youthful till their early 40′s) but also matured by a wealth of experience which has left your balls currently thoroughly depleted of cum via much younger women. Listen to the wise words of The G Manifesto:

Recently, I have come to terms that I am going to be an International Playboy/Gentleman of Leisure for life. It is not a choice. It is a Self-Fulfilling Prophecy. I have no say in the matter. My life was predicted by a Gypsy. It was written and so it shall be.

If you start now and stick with it that’s what your life will have been: a self-fulfilling prophecy. Just remember to never lose forget the “Act as If” Journey in Life.

The Two Main Types of Sluts

Posted by littlepdog on April 29, 2012
Posted in: Gender Relations and Theory. 2 comments

This a partial cross-post from RVF. For the record the sluts I’m talking about here are the girls who could easily been pounded by a couple dozen cocks by 21. All of the girls my age that pop into my head as I write this except my ex have already had about 10 by the age of 17-18. The crazy Finnish ex’s sexual history is actually a bit tame for a 17 year old, if you exclude the dozens of guys who’ve seen her naked on Omegle.

Moma says:

I read somewhere that a lizard can’t actually psychologically handle having a lot of dycks run up in her. If she does eventually choose to settle down afterwards, she will be more likely to be dysfunctional.

Something about having multiple men penetrate her, leaves some kind of emotional residue that eventually becomes too much for her to deal with rationally.

That’s why you often find porn sluts to be off in the upstairs department whereas the porn dudes are generally ordinary cats.

Almost all forms of mental illness in women eg. Bipolar disorder, Borderline personality etc. are correlated to “sexual promiscuity”. Promiscuity is actually a sympton of Borderline Personality Disorder in the DSM under Impulsiveness in potentially self-destructive areas. With Bipolar girls, hypersexuality is very common during their Mania phase. I don’t think them actually taking lots of dick is what makes them messed up, they were already crazy in the first place. You can see this when you’re my age and you still a few possible future cumdumpsters who haven’t had many dicks yet but are already dysfunctional.

From what I see there are two groups of likely cumdumpsters: Crazy girls and manly girls.

I think these crazy girls are slutty in order to feel validated and better about themselves. Almost every slut or future slut I know well (mostly from school) have risque pics and videos floating around the internet which were supposed to make them feel good about themselves for feeling wanted. Girls find being sexually desired by men extremely lubricating. One slut from school used to offer to strip for guys when she was like 14. My ex (used to?) cam whore on Omegle. Same deal here. “It makes me feel good about myself”.

The manly girls I think slut around because of higher testosterone. They’re a much smaller group than the crazy ones. They don’t have low self-esteem and don’t fuck for validation. They fuck purely because they’re very very horny. They will either look (physical features especially jaw line, NOT fashion), talk or act manly. Roissy supports my obersvation.

Based on my previous treatise on sluts you’d think I’d put 9′s and 10′s as another category of sluts, but no. They may be a lot more promiscuous then the average girl but they’re still not as slutty as crazy bitches and manly girls, particularly the former. Interestingly I don’t know any 9′s who are crazy or manly but I’m sure there are plenty out there. I just haven’t had a run in with one yet. They obviously aren’t likely to be manly because having manly features would make them unattractive. As for craziness these girls at the highest end of the out of 10 scale don’t share the self-esteem issues of less attractive girls (as strongly) and are less crazy then most girls but that’s just my observation based on girls in their late teens.

Tapping Into the Ultimate Motivator

Posted by littlepdog on April 28, 2012
Posted in: Gender Relations and Theory, Money & Freedom. 1 comment

The ultimate motivator for men is pussy. On a basic biological level our aims as men are to Survive and Reproduce. Everything we do whether it be getting an education, having a “career”, our vacations (even if it’s a visit to say: Paris, and not Bangkok) our choices of the cars we buy and the clothes we wear are done in hope of getting laid. Even the fact that so many of us were born in the “New World”, the men migrated to gain access to cheap farm land to become wealthier and therefore attract a hotter wife or even get a wife at all. It’s no surprise that in almost every single migration in human history the majority of migrants were men. In Colonial Virginia,  over 75% of all English migrants in the first half of the 17th century were male. D.C sausage fests don’t sound so bad now do they?

In the modern day, let me assure you that every prospective Law or Medicine student is under the impression that their jobs will improve their sex lives. Ever wonder why so many South Asian parents want their kids to become Doctors? Here’s a hint: the main (almost the only) criteria their women (and their parents) look for in a marriage is their job and education. It doesn’t even need to be said that the only reason men buy fancy German automobiles is to impress people, and the people they really want to impress is women. Whether their tactic helps them get laid or fails spectacularly is irrelevant, almost everything we do is motivated by our deeply ingrained biological drive to Survive and Reproduce better. Some people say the main human drive is for Power but as Tony Montana says once you get the power “THEN you get the women” and deep down most men know this even if they haven’t realized that a six figure salary and a Mercedes doesn’t mean shit in terms of power today.

Why is it that men are far far more motivated to succeed than women? Histories Great Men have dominated human innovation and achievement and continue to do so because they are motivated by pussy, as opposed to women can stay at home and not have to strive knowing that as sexual gatekeepers all they need to do to get laid is look decent and open their legs.

Lindsay Ellingson could launch a thousand ships if the sailors thought they had a chance at smashing her pussy

Once you’ve accepted that pretty much everything we do is rooted at least partially by our sexual desire, it’s time to channel that. Today I sat at my computer hashing out solutions to business problems with torontokid. Anxious to make some fucking money, I searched hell or high water for solutions to the problem we were facing and upon finding the solution implemented it with dozens of prospective clients when I could have just left it for another day or been lazy about it and resign myself to the boring white collar fate I would face if I gave up on this. Part way through, I said to TK:

I’m super motivated. because for me, the reward for success is the pussy from living in the club district.

In my mind, the fruits of success is moving out to the City Center. Being right in the middle of everything gives me no excuse to not go daygame every day of the week. Hell, if I can survive Imma go pull a Tyler Durden and go out 7 nights a week in the three month break I’ll have. All to improve my game. Success=Moving out=Far far more approaching=Notches. In my brain it’s as simple as that. Of course once I’ve achieved that I’ll chase grow my business ventures for the sake of the money but until then that’s my goal.

When you link whatever your current project or venture is to getting laid in your brain, you will become powerfully motivated to get it done. You can apply this to everything from your career or education goals (though it’s not like having a Medicine degree will actually get you laid more) to preventing your ass from missing a gym session. Now if only I can manage to do the same for my Maths homework…

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Men Have Rationalization Hamsters Too

Posted by littlepdog on April 26, 2012
Posted in: Gender Relations and Theory. 2 comments

Yes Gentleman (gangas fuck off), you read the title correctly. The Private Man sums “the Hamster” up perfectly here with examples too.

The rationalization hamster is an analogy for the thought processes used by women to turn bad behavior and bad decisions into acceptable ones to herself and her friends. When a woman makes a bad decision, the hamster spins in its wheel (the woman’s thinking) and creates some type of acceptable reasons for that bad decision. The crazier the decision, the faster the hamster must spin in order to successfully rationalize away the insanity.

When the hamster rationalizes successfully, a woman can divorce [yeah, I meant to use that verb] herself from the consequences of her bad decision or behavior.

We can all think of tons of examples on hamster in action in the Modern Western Female, but so far Manosphere bloggers have ignored the obvious: guys have Hamsters too. They just use it very very differently and it’s not as potent.

Bad Decision:

“I’m going to dress like a gimp in baggy jeans and runners” 

Resulting Consequences:

Is universally considered an uncool loser by girls

Hamster Processing Result:

“There’s no way I could ever be good with girls. I have to be born that way and be taller/richer/deeper jaw line”

Final Result:

“It’s not my fault.”

Bad Decision:

“I’m not going to work out”

Resulting Consequences:

Part of the reason why he lacks confidence, is a push over and does horribly with girls.

Hamster Processing Result:

“I don’t have time to improve my fitness while I waste my days on WoW, CoD or Fantasy Football” - 75% of male kind

Final Result:

“It’s not my fault.”

This basic formula can be applied to countless self-limiting beliefs and decisions of men. For example, blaming their lack of success on race or height while ignoring the countless contrary examples from people they know all because they need somebody else to blame for their insecure loserness. Yet why would so many males have such powerful Hamsters despite being the more logical and rationale sex?

1. Laziness. The average man’s brain is mush so he’s fucking lazy. 99% of the time he wishes he could pimp more, yet they’re too lazy to put in the work necessary to become a pimp.

2. Approach Anxiety. This is not relevant in every spin of man’s Hamster wheels but it’s very common. He uses his Hamster to convince himself he shouldn’t be a better man so he doesn’t have to interact with cute girls because he’s deathly afraid of that.

Jin Mei Xin

Just like the female Hamster, a man’s Hamster can be used in absolutely any context eg. When a man decides to put off doing work till the last minute because of his constant need for instant gratification now so he pushes off his work till later. When a man decides to raw dog all the time with girls he’s just met because he’s learned how to “pull out like a pro”, when in the end one day he will fuck up and end up with an 18 year old virus, or two. If he doesn’t have some already. When a man becomes a welfare bum out of utter laziness no matter how shit his welfare bum lifestyle is. When a man continues to repeat poor decisions and choices over and over even though the results are never satisfactory. For example: basically of Beta Game (dammit I’m back to game again).

Now, before you make a judgement about this remember this: Women make Hamster decisions far more often and widely than men do because women think emotionally more than logically far far more than do. Lastly, Beta males make Hamster decisions far more than “alpha’s do” and the reason is because Beta males are a lot more emotional and emotionally unstable then everybody else. For example: creepy beta guy I’m stuck with as a friend (only till November) is talking to a girl (she acts nice to him but finds him creepy). I come up to him: “Oh hey dude is this your girlfriend?”. Beta says no, I say “Bullshit dude you told me she’s your girlfriend.” Beta goes ape shit at the accusation “Oh my god she is not my girlfriend rah rah rah” getting really worked up trying to convince the girl he didn’t say that.  If he wasn’t an insecure, emotional little bitch he might have said something like “Nahh, she’s my bottom bitch” or “Totally bro” or some shit but he couldn’t because he’s insecure and his emotions are out of check and out of whack.  For the record I don’t fuck with people like that for fun. He had that embarrassment coming.

Beta males are more emotional. They think more emotionally just like women. They all have Hamsters too, they’re just smaller. Every human has a Hamster in their head; it’s how we avoid facing the reality of decisions we make that aren’t in our best interests on a long term and/or evolutionary scale.

Claudia Lynx

Crazy Bitches from New Orleans to Helsinki

Posted by littlepdog on April 24, 2012
Posted in: Gender Relations and Theory, My Journey. 5 comments

I’ve had to read Tennessee Williams American classic “A Streetcar Named Desire” for school the last couple weeks. For those who aren’t familiar with it, it’s a play set in the French Quarter of 1950′s New Orleans. Blanche is a Southern Belle from an ex-plantation in Mississippi, after the suicide of her homosexual husband she goes on a self-destructive spiral of mega slutitude in her small Mississippi town, being passed around dick to dick until she ends up losing her inherited manor and gets run out of town for harlotry (those were the days…).  She flees to New Orleans to stay with her sister Stella and her working class Polish immigrant husband Stanley, where her delusions of grandeur and clinging onto her to old privileged ways puts her at odds with them.

As her stay drags on, it becomes apparent she is delusional and in her head living in a world where she is still a wealthy Southern princess. This shits Stanley to no end, and in the play’s penultimate scene he rapes her, which puts Blanche beyond the realm of no return. A month later, her sister Stella (who chooses to ignore the rape) has her sent to a mental hospital for being a “broken woman”. Although created over half a century ago, Blanche is the perfect representative of the modern woman, and I first realized this when her behaviour reminded me of my ex-girlfriend.

Blanche is obsessed with her looks and obsessed with feeling attractive to men, this is almost the sole basis of her self-worth. Blanche demands every man in her life worship her as a goddess and fawn over her. Her brother-in-law however, doesn’t put up with her self-obsessed shit.

I don’t go in for that stuff … compliments to women about their looks. I never met a dame yet didn’t know she was good looking or not without being told. And I’ve met some of them who give themselves credit for more than they’ve got.
Scene 2

Remember the jist of that quote the next time you feel like complimenting a girl you’ve just met. Unless you’ve opened direct with a compliment you really should keep a lid on that shit until you’ve known her a little while. Blanche is undoubtedly a woman who gives herself more credit for her looks than she deserves. She is so deathly afraid of men noticing that she isn’t getting any younger (she’s 27) that she keeps paper lanterns over the lights in her sisters flat and never steps out during peak daylight. White knights like to excuse slutty behavior by calling the slut “confident with her body” and “confident with her sexuality”, all this tells me is that haven’t had many run in’s with messed up sluts recently. Unless she’s like a 9, societies whores are incredibly insecure over their looks and sexuality. I think every guy knows this deep down, but they don’t appreciate it till they’ve played up close with the fire.

Finnish girls in teh sauna ex oh ex oh

When I was 16 I was introduced through a friend to every nerds dream. Cute, intelligent, genuinely nice and with great taste in music, books and everything eccentric. Thin and a solid 7, likely thanks to being born and raised in Helsinki, Finland till she was about 11 which could also explain why she’s vegetarian and ultra left wing. Anyway we clicked quickly and became an inseparable couple. I should have seen the signs early on that everything wasn’t quite right with this girl. She let it out quickly that her sister had been self-harming from 13 and her mother was Bipolar. There were small signs that she was messed up too, but my head was too far in the clouds to realize what I had gotten myself into. A few months in, her parents divorced and she abruptly cut me off. After moping around for a couple months, eventually she took me back and I fell like an idiot all over again. Once again however, she had a mood swing on me. Immediately after getting facialed from me she hugs me and tell me loves me and 24 hours later she tells me it’s over and we should just be friends. Lol,wut?

Like a chump I accepted this deal while at the same time realizing that this girl was seriously messed. I got it out of her that she’s been depressed and cutting since she was 14 and like the white knight I was I tried to “save her”. To this date the site of her long jagged white and pink scars running the circumference of her waist is the freakiest shit I’ve ever seen. She’s hidden it so well you can’t even tell she cuts when she’s in a fucking bikini. All of my “being there for her” didn’t get me back in and almost immediately after I gave up on that we were back together for a short time. One day on the holidays we got stoned at her place and she was having mood swings like fucking crazy, crying one second and laughing the next. She’s just like this drunk too.

Until she starts writing crappy poetry about how the “numbness is swallowing her”.

When I left her place, I knew in my gut that it was over and I was right (for the time being). I find out through another girl at her school that two weeks afterwards at a party she blew a guy who looks eerily just like her fucking dad (tall, pale, glass wearing nerd). While the fact that his dick was “almost half the size of mine” did bring me some comfort, I felt incredibly cheap after she moved on so fucking quickly. It burnt my beta ass bad.

Barely a month later, we tried to patch things up because I was just that fucking dumb. This end in catastrophe, she had another meltdown at the end so great that I had basically put her in a psychologists office although she was well on her way herself. A few weeks later I had a couple dates with an equally attractive and much less crazy girl from another school and although that didn’t work out, I had put it all behind me and was well on my way to moving on. Meanwhile, she starts getting help and by her own admission becomes a camwhore on Omegle because “it’s only thing that makes me feel good about myself”… Around the time of my 17th birthday we were talking and she started bringing shit like this up with open dirty talk and saying she misses me, but this time I wasn’t having absolutely any of that shit, although I must admit I was real fucking tempted but I knew if I dived again she was only going to fuck up my mental health like she had with her shit before.

I’m under the impression that Helsinki’s Cathedral is it’s only landmark of any real significance in the city… Or maybe that’s the Turku Catherdral…

Fastforward a few months and I was cutting my teeth with approaching and in the infant stage of various online ventures, such as the now defunct Article Writing Service I touched on in a very early post here. One day while I was talking to torontokid on Skype she comes online and randomly starts dissing me for being a douchebag  and pretentious or some shit. She had always hated confident dudes, maybe something to do with Jante Law. What followed next was us exchanging insults, her calling me a dickhead, me calling her a hipster, her calling me pretentious again, me bagging her camhwhoring on Omegle. It was fairly light and petty shit but her mother ended up putting her in a psychiatric ward for a week after it. Then again, this is coming from a girl who once didn’t speak to me for days when I told her that she’s probably not going to grow any taller (she’s like 5’7, I don’t know why she wants to be fucking taller she’s no midget). Since then there thankfully hasn’t been any communication, unless you include her messaging me but me ignoring her. I deleted her Skype and she still inbox’s me on Facebook for a week. After giving up on that a couple months later she starts sending anonymous messages to a Tumblr account of mine a couple weeks ago, so I changed the URL. The only thing she now has to cyber stalk me on is Facebook, which I don’t use much anyway except to message (other) people.

Not all Finnish girls look as hot as this Finn off Google Images, but the ex’s Friends List confirms that they sure as hell are hotter than Aussie girls.

As I wrote this, I of course went onto her Facebook to see what this crazies been up to since the last time she reminded myself of her existence. On her wall from a week ago (just after her final bout of anonymous messages to me) a friend asks her why she’s dropped off the face of the Earth and hasn’t been coming to school. The same thing happened when she was in the hospital, so one only needs to imagine what happened there. She’s also put up a photoshopped profile picture which makes her eyes bluer, her hair blonder and removes every minute blemish from her face, no doubt to lure unsuspecting beta’s like myself 18 months ago into her trap. Seems to be working, her pictures are scored with “Likes” from guys who wouldn’t look out of place at the Physics club (no offence to anybody, but y’all know what I mean). The “Tagged” pics section has her posing “duckface” a few times all with raccoon eyed make-up. Thanks to all this I can’t help but feel like I’ve dodged a massive bullet here. The last I heard from her, she had an “internet boyfriend”, some chubby nerdy omega who lives in LA. She’s his problem now. No doubt she’s driven him batshit crazy as well, which is what will ALWAYS happen to a guy who tries to “save” a messed up girl.

Considering how she has a habit of popping up here and there every once in a while, I know I will come across her again at some point. I can already kind of see where she’ll end up. She will slut it up for a guy with the right mix of betatude and “caring for her” until she flips and gets sick of him. She’s just too anti-social and weird to go out to bars and clubs often, but whenever she does end up out at night and even just slightly drunk she will be dead fucking easy for anyone to swoop. In the end she will end up with a guy just like her father, tale, pale with glasses and a massive beta. She will almost certainly divorce him and raise her children as a single mother just as she is being raised now. If she has a daughter, I have no doubt her batshit crazy, chronically depressed possibly Borderline Personality genes will be carried forth into a third generation. Even if she doesn’t pass it on herself, no doubt her even crazier sister will. Hell, her sister’s even more dangerous. She’s a solid 8 and had all the same problems but from like 12.

Don’t assume every Finn is great at handling liqour.

This post was initially supposed to be a comment about not feeding women’s egos with compliments and how the most powerful component of a woman’s arousal is feeling wanted by and attractive to men and how feeding this need only fuels their inner crazy, as evidenced by Blanche and my ex’s own messed up actions, but I kind of went off on a tangent with this post. In conclusion, don’t date crazy girls, especially when you’re 16 and green as grass and please don’t drag it on for a long time like I did. If you have a toxic relation with a woman nip it in the fucking bud and learn to cut it off. It will save you misery and heartache later, trust me. If you want indicators of craziness, family history is a big one. Every teen I know male or female who self-harms has had mental health problems in their family, all of them either from their mother or mothers relatives. As pointed out by Roosh here and here crazy girls do seem to write poetry. If in your gut you have the feeling that a girl is weird, or odd or just not all “there” tread with extreme caution and don’t get sucked in. Don’t let anything get serious, hell don’t even get involved at all like Gmac probably wishes after this. (Yes, I’m Googling manosphere dudes and “crazy girl” to find relevant links for you guys).

I think I lost where I was going with this 2,000 words ago. I have a couple stories about crazy and mentally unwell women, only one of which is entertaining and has enough substance to be worth sharing, but like always every time I sit to write it I’ll end up on something else. So I very much hope you enjoy these brain barfs that I call blog posts. I really ought to plan my posts before I write them. I’m surprised it all even comes out coherently.

You Are Lazy

Posted by littlepdog on April 22, 2012
Posted in: Money & Freedom, My Journey. 3 comments

Short and sharp update on business.

We’ve had two different employees sign up to work for us on the offline side of the business. Both did work for one day and brought in good results and then both pulled out. One said they got a new job through an employment agency and tried to rip us off wage wise. Pocketing pay for work she had not completely delivered. The second worked for a day as well also bringing in promising results in bringing in clients. Only to drop off the face of the Earth the next day. The lessons learnt are: Don’t hire people who can’t type English properly despite being Anglo-Celtic Aussie and born here. There’s a reason they’re stalking the internet for untraditional jobs. And don’t hire 18 year olds who’d rather work full time for me getting clients then go study something. We have a week or two until we can get somebody experienced and trusted worthy to jump onboard. Until then I’ll by handling that side myself, as opposed to outsourcing it like we want to. What I’m beginning to realize in business is that people, both employees and clients are rather stupid. They can’t do the work as well as I could despite having zero experience in that particular field. While clients make illogical decisions for their businesses and just aren’t innovating.

The last couple days my heads been spinning. I watched a video by Tyler Durden (the bad guy from The Game) on his RSDFreeTour and it blew my mind. It did so because it ingrained into my mind something basic that I think I’ve ignored. Anything is possible if you pay your dues and put the work in and I’ve been fucking lazy. I haven’t written on the blog long enough.  My diet is shit. I’m not approaching enough. I’m disorganized. I waste my study periods sitting on a round table with a bunch of gossipy teenage girls instead of getting shit done. I put off work and end up having to last minute rush it later. I don’t read enough. A couple years ago I was a voracious reader, now I’m struggling to read crappy school texts read on time. I need to get my shit in order, stop being lazy and start doing, start executing.

Tyler goes out 7 days a week and has been for the last decade. SEVEN nights a week. He basically lives in clubs and does it not just to keep his game sharp, but to keep his material fresh to make RSD as awesome as possible. He puts in his work and pays his fucking dues. Compare that to Neil Strauss, where the hell did that guy disappear to? He fell off. He was lazy. Laziness is the mind killer. Too many otherwise very capable people are fucked by laziness. Just in a game context, way too many promising guys take the easiest way out and get into relationships far too early and they do it not because they truly want to have a monogamous relationship, they do it so they can take it easy and get laid semi-regularly without even having to put in any work. You know that this is what’s happening when they become serious with the first girl they meet or already knew who is open to taking it that far. I’m willing to lay down hard cash that this trap is what has befallen most guys who actually went out and practiced approaching. It becomes blindingly obvious whenever one lurks a local city based Forum and more than half the threads are about girlfriend advice from a guy who practiced game for maybe 6 months or a year. Laziness robs them of all of their potential by ending their cold approaching and putting them in a relationship with low quality girls who keep the upper hand in the relationship.

People will always take the easy way out when there are incentives to do so. People in the Manosphere chant that a girl will always behave badly and go back on her word if she has an incentive to do so, it is exactly the same for guys. I’m starting to realize that we need t0 shame the average man just as much as we shame bad behaving women. I’m very glad the University of Man is beginning Shame the Beta Month in May.

In the next 24 hours I will

a. Get my English book read and get all my work done right the fuck now

b. Get on the phone and start  bringing in clients myself instead of outsourcing it to dumb, lazy fuckers from the get go

c. Remove myself from environments where I’m wasting my time listening to teenage girls petty stupid gossip

d. Write a new post tomorrow and very frequently from now on

While you wait, watch the video. Don’t be lazy, sit down and watch it the whole way through. If you want to improve your game, start a business or don’t like leeches on our society you will get a lot out of what Tyler has to say, because you are fucking lazy. Almost all of us are. Time for that to change.

 

High School Musings

Posted by littlepdog on April 22, 2012
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 This weekend I had my year 12 formal, which of course was a chance for me to reflect on my time in high school. On the Roosh forum there was a thread about the type of kids we were in high school, I said this:
Still in school right now doing my final year. I was chubby and very geeky till I was about 15. 16 was a transition period for me from uncool dweeb to pretty well liked. I have friends in every clique at school, but I do feel like I’m stuck with an assortment of uber betas and nerds I’ve been friends with since I was 13. My closest friend however is a natural alpha whose been dating the same girl straight for three years. I was bullied about my weight when I was chubby but otherwise I’ve always been confident and extroverted. I play Tennis and Hockey but I skip it a fair bit so I wouldn’t call myself sporty.

Girl wise I’ve had one serious relationship with a girl who turned out to be 100% bat shit crazy. No surprise her mum and sister are too. Even after I realized it I stuck around and tried to “fix” her. Been broken up since mid last year but just last week I had to change the URL of my Tumblr because she stalked it so much and kept sending me anonymous messages. She started seeing a psychologist after we broke up. Earlier this year after a fight we had they put her in a psych ward for a week. Needless to say I’m glad that I never have to see or talk to her again since she goes to a different school. I’d been reading Roosh and Roissy and lurking this Forum while I was dating her and a few months after we split I started approaching. My social life and overall popularity at school has improved tremendously since then.

Academics wise I’ve done well in the Englishes, Humanities and Business subjects but sucked dick at Maths and Sciences. Friends wise, I find it harder and harder to stand quite a few of them simply because I’ve become so different to them. I go chill with the Harry Potter nerd girls when I can’t take listening to the guys talk about StarCraft and Minecraft anymore. At the end of the day all it does is hold me back. We are the average of our 5 closest friends after all. I’m really looking forward to the clean slate I’ll have social circle wise when I graduate.

 Expanding on this further, I was basically nerdy and chubby till the end of middle school but at the same time my friendship group was really rebellious. I got sucked into a lot of petty crime despite us all going to a very well off school. We would sleep over at each other’s houses and break into under-construction homes to smoke and drink. I still remember my very first drink, a shitty cruiser called UDL’s (Apple flavour) that I had when I was 13 and a wannabe hard cunt. The lowest point was when I dealt weed to a kid in my schools bathroom. A few of my friends ended up being arrested when we were in year 10, which is the equivalent of Freshmen year stateside, for attempted burglary. That kind of shocked everybody out of that behaviour. One of my ex-best friends went off the rails and started abusing his girlfriend and basically became a teenage alcoholic. His lowest point was when he beat her on schoolgrounds and later walked around high on half an ecstasy tablet while we were in the middle of an exam.
The school asked him to leave soon after, and that friendship group basically split, which is very very rare for male friendship groups in school, which are almost always very stable. The guy I consider my best friend let’s call him D, and I then became friends with the nerdy crowd. The type that is obsessed with video games, even during lunch times they play games on their iPhones. Most of them still haven’t had their first kisses and they’re 17 and 18. I guess when I started hanging out with these kids that I felt superior to them, I actually became more “Alpha” hanging out with the dweebs then when I was a delinquent. It was all relative to who I was hanging out with, I felt more confident surrounded by more awkward guys than myself. Also, losing a well defined group had me end up becoming friends with a variety of different groups which no doubt improved my social skills. There is now not a single group of people in the entire year level (almost 200 kids) where I don’t have at least one actual friend. Anyways, around 6 months after all this I had met and begun dating my first girlfriend (which is worthy of a long post in itself) and another 6 months after that I found the Manosphere, despite having read The Game when I was about 14. After reading for a while, I pulled the trigger and began approaching and making use of my social connections. The rest as we say is history.
Warning: The following will at some point offend large swathes of my readers if you were a nerd in high school
High School is very tribal and I know a lot of people, especially guys in the game who look back on High School with a bitter taste in their mouth. I know a lot of my nerd friends are already among them. They have a deep seated hate of the “cool guys” and their reasons for doing so are wildly hypocritical. Everything they say about them like being a dickhead, being a troll, being attention seeking, being dumb or being lazy with schoolwork all applies to either themselves or their own friends. When they use them to justify their hate for the “cool guys” all they’re really betraying is their jealousy that they get more attention from girls and get invited to all the parties etc. Basically, they’re player hating. They will carry this hate to their graves no doubt.
The reality is just like in any social setting, a percentage of the guys you hated in High School were genuinely bad people.  At the same time though, a lot of the guys you hated were actually alright dudes. I know this because I hated them once too until just over a year ago, where I winded up in the same Literature class as a bunch of my schools biggest players and top dogs. What you soon realize is:
1. They’re just as smart and just as dumb as everybody else.
2. When they talk about Jersey Shore, they only do so in passing reference and this is coming from a country where Italians are the largest ethnic group outside of the Brits and Irish.
3. They do however, loved supped up cars.
4. Yes, a lot of them do Literature and International Politics too. Surprised the hell out of me.
5. They’re not all actually genuine assholes (as opposed to cocky/funny shit in game). The reason you might think that is because you reacted too emotionally to their humour. Example: “cool guy” asks nerd what his favourite porn site is and he loses his shit and gets emotional. When I pull the same kind of shit on a nerdy guy, they’ll have witty retort, but when a “cool guy” does it they feel insecure and react like little bitches, the same way would if a girl shit tested them. The reason is because they care too heavily about what girls and their “social superiors” think, as opposed to their friends who they can just be level with. Power in social interactions is all about emotions. The person who emotionally reacts more has less power in the interaction. So keep your cool and respond the same way you would a “shit test”. Agree and amplify or just ignore it.
I have a theory that the reason the unpopular kids hate the cool kids is because in their minds they’ve created a link between the popular kids and the negative emotions they made them feel out of jealousy and from being shit tested. Just the same way a lot of guys do with rejection from girls. Of course, if you were bullied in school like I was when I was fat I can understand why you feel that way, but not everybody was like that and it’s foolish to think they were. The reason you didn’t get invited to many parties in high school is because you were an insecure, unconfident and all in all, a beta male. If you were lucky like me and this improved for you during high school, you would have a noticed a dramatic increase in how much more social events you would have been invited to. It’s only April, but I’m quite sure I’ve already been invited to the same amount of parties so far in 2012 then I was in 2010/2011 combined. Which I think is a testament to the power of what the Manosphere can teach you, even when your 17 year old ass still has rather shit game.
I can already see what will happen to my high school friendship groups. Almost all of my nerdy friends will end up at a different university than myself, as will most of my female friends. They will all go on without me. My bestfriend D is a different story. He is in my opinion a natural Alpha, running Roissy style textbook relationship game for three years now (since he was FOURTEEN) and has had at least a handful of girls completely in love with him, while at the same time having a rather busted face and not tall, not rich, not muscular etc. Basically a rare 100% natural. If he gets accepted into the best Drama school in the country, he’ll move to Sydney and I know we’ll lose contact, meaning I will have lost basically everybody I knew in High School. I’m not weeping over most of this I think I had outgrown them a very long time ago, but it was only until recently that the chasm had come to light.
I’m going to end this emotional post on a positive note: my favourite part of the Year 12 Formal. Play the video and imagine a bunch of sweaty teenagers in suits moshing completely lost in a fleeting moment. High schools end is approaching rapidly.