A Perpetual State Of Emotional Unrest

Valeria Orsini; A hot Colombian girl, born & raised in the USA? Betas beware…

With the exception of my main meals, I’ve eased up on my dietary rules for the time being. Given that the holiday season is nearly upon us, realistically it’s as good a time as ever to relax the self imposed rules on diet & let the body rest a little. I’m still training & do in fact feel better than ever. Lighter on my feet, more explosive & full of energy. I’ve restructured my supplementation & it seems to have worked for the time being. Although possibly quite graphic, I’ve discovered the condition of your faeces & libido are generally good indicators of your overall health. While I’ve only once had an issue getting it up with a girl (strangely, her natural odour just totally put me off for some reason), finishing with girls was as little as within the last two weeks, an issue for me. They’re busting left, right & centre, while I try everything in the book to get off.

Thankfully that has stopped being a problem in the last week, where I’ve been like a loaded shotgun in the hands of a wild monkey, ready to blow over any & all contenders. I’d be lying if I didn’t say it’s been a lot of fun either; really getting back into sex. I’ve sometimes felt a little obligated after seducing a woman to give her a certain time period of faux commitment; a period where if it hasn’t been very good in the beginning that I give it a little chance. But nowadays I simply remain on good terms with them & let nature do it’s work. Any large breaks, such as the two weeks or so over the holiday period where I won’t see anyone, are a great opportunity to clear the decks & start afresh. I think deep down, a lot of these girls know what they’re getting themselves into & don’t question too much. They do their own thing & so do I. But my own thing involves a triumvirate of pillars supporting me in the event of them losing interest. The first being a wide selection of other available women, the second being a strong long term contender & the third being the work that goes into my personal aspirations & goals. Even if the most closely correlated of those two collapse (numerous female options & the strong long term contender), I still have the third. If all three collapse, I have a reserve option of getting the hell out of Dodge & simply reverting to a long held idea of migrating elsewhere & effectively resetting; an approach which has served old friends well.

It all comes down to being a multi-faceted person, general awareness & in the case of women, just playing them at their own game. Shit tests don’t bother me in the slightest. If while we converse over text, you’re stating how you’re looking for a ‘long term partner’ who ‘will accept me for what I am’, I know it’s just to feel out how gullible I am. No one with any level of intelligence is going to outright state that near thr beginning of initial conversations.

Knowing full well I don’t speak the local language, statements like ‘we are in X, we should speak Y’, I know are only again meant as a way of you seeing how much of a mug I am. One might think you’d be disappointed if I said I don’t speak Y, but I’m not going to go & learn an entire language for you. If I rebuke you, you’ll probably respect it deep down. But I’m nice, so I deflect your pointless statement with humour. But I feel my enthusiasm & the attraction drop, because it’s just utterly pointless for both of us.

When you mention to me we could ‘maybe’ meet in a month’s time, do you not think I know that means you’re fucking someone? And remember, I don’t take these things in isolation, because I’m not of the typical, attention deficient generation. I’m building up a whole picture of you, & all in all, your disinterested attitude tells me you’re jaded beyond belief, servicing your sexual needs with someone who you think is good, but ultimately just grinds away on you as though it’s an endurance exercise because one of every ten strokes hit your g-spot. And like most of your peers, if you sleep with me, suddenly a whole new universe opens up & you realise what being with a man who knows the brain is the biggest sexual organ is like.

But because you think I’m an idiot who has nothing to do with my life except chase girls around, you think I’ll play along. In reality, I’ve got a lot going on. If I wasn’t working on what I’m doing now, I’d be working on something else. I simply don’t care for your boring, small minded games, that are predominantly based upon a depreciating asset; your looks, because I’ve got better things & people to do, than you.

No matter how likes, messages, retweets or whatever the fuck else you get online, no matter what they say & however you try to coax them into it or delude yourself into believing it, they only want to fuck you & if you fuck them, it’s very unlikely to be as good as it is with me, or those few that share the path of self discovery & self improvement with me in this world. You sell yourself on a single premise, you receive what you advertise & nothing more. You’re used, discarded & never know the true joys of unfiltered intimacy in the form of love or sex & then become bitter. This bitterness underlies your every interaction & can be seen by the perceptive as soon as we go beyond the surface. It is a self fulfilling prophecy made of your own hand.

The facts are, that the majority of women I meet are, can be pleasant & decent people, aren’t very interesting. It’s almost as though they’ve been brainwashed into attempting to achieve something very difficult; to have someone love them & that this will solve everything in their lives.

But it’s the same story again, as I mentioned in my last post; an entire industry consumer industry is built around women who are in a perpetual state of emotional unrest. For every “it just happened” one night stand, for every “it’s complicated” but you want more fuckbuddy apparent conundrum, for every marriage & every broken heart, there’s a theme, a road to recovery & a fucking economy based around your buy in.

Do prominent feminists or any political ideologists follow the path of famous Youtubers or bands, & produce a range of merchandise for their followers? An entertainer provides a intangible & nowadays perhaps even free resource that brings something intangibly beneficial to people’s lives & so is entitled to provide an option for those same people to support him or her. It’s optional & while they will receive a profitable margin, it’s your choice. I don’t write this blog for money; if I intended to, I have chosen the wrong subject for a start & would have joined the trend of writing inflammatorily titled articles for Return Of Kings under my pseudonym to hive off the hits. But while I have great respect for what my friend Roosh V has done in raising awareness of men’s causes over these last years (truly a momentous & praiseworthy achievement, even if he stopped outright tomorrow), I don’t agree with the way that site went after he stopped personally administrating it. While his personal site is for me now publishing some of his best ever work, not submitting articles with titles such as ‘Why Your Girlfriend Is A Whore’ or ‘Ten Ways To Not Get Accused Of Rape’ worked against me. It’s improved a bit recently but frankly my opinion is articles like that are either sensationalized or considerably embellished for the prospective hits. Entertaining perhaps, but with a question mark over how much of that has been really lived, rather than created. I’d rather be honest, tell my story & let the reader see the evolution (or devolution, should you see it like that) of a real person, week to week, year to year. I do it firstly for myself, which should be the main reason why one does anything.

If any doctrine, manifesto, product, information or person is proposed or promoted to you, look at who, why & what their motivations are. Don’t see only the parts you want to see to satisfy your ego. Accept the full picture & live in the real world. You have the potential to take full advantage if you do.

~ Unjaded

Making Snowballs

Carolina Sanchez, from Uruguay; a place where attractive women of good character are still possible to find.

Total confidence eases you through every situation. It will also clearly appear to the majority of who claim or appear to be confident, but have little below the surface – the growing redefinition of how ‘confidence’ is perceived. In an attention deficient world, only the immediate is considered, those who take the difficult path become stronger than anyone, providing you make the effort into dealing with the inevitable downturns those experiences not may, but will bring. There is no growth without pain.

Anyone. As time passes, we now have ‘experts’, televised at the ages of approximately twenty one. Although it is possible in extreme cases, a twenty one year old is an expert in nothing, more so than ever where the typical teenager is totally insulated from making their own mistakes – one of the main methods of getting to know oneself. We are dictated to in the name of profit, as to what is right & how we should be, which upon examination will usually be found to be nothing more than shaping us into optimal consumers.

Consider anyone who has made at least some effort to experience something beyond what is promoted disguised as consumerist cultures, & ask them what were the best experiences of their life. In the vast majority of cases, they’ll describe an experience or something intangible. No matter how much they enjoy it, I’m almost certain they won’t describe something they bought, unless it is connected to something intangible; a house for their family which by extension of seeing their family happy within it, makes them happy they bought it.

Experiences & moments large or small, are what make life worth living. I won’t dispute that access to good funding increases your options of different experiences substantially. But that is only one means of increasing your range of choices. Much in the same way as learning game will increase your chances & choice of women, the focus of belief in oneself, remembering the path to true self discovery, peace with oneself & then the ability to strive forward without self doubt in search of expanding your boundaries will open up far more options to you, as well as the possibility of financial rewards, creating a snowball effect.

I look around the environment I currently exist within, that of finance within a rich country & see many people who have a much or often more money than me. And while there are exceptional individuals, there are the majority who have effectively resigned from anything beyond what they now have. Their income is sufficient & their job is set, albeit for some token rank denominations & nominal yearly salary increases. Their sole focus is working for an organisation that takes their energy, time & enthusiasm, in exchange for a salary. When the corporation needs to restructure or they have reached retirement, they will be ushered on to the twilight phase of their lives, to slowly regret the years they lost to their previous employers. They are for all intents & purposes, already dead.

While we do of course need to work to exist in a debt controlled society, there are things you can do. Firstly, be aware. If there’s an issue in your life, don’t hide from it & address the root cause. For example if you have a health problem, ignore pharmaceuticals as much as you can & look for other solutions. Consider exercise, for both mental & physical issues. Be honest with yourself & look at yourself. Are you handicapping yourself subconsciously, or making excuses. I commonly hear the response “I don’t like XYZ exercise” when I am asked by someone what they should do to resolve a physical issue they’re not satisfied with. I don’t always like going to the gym each of the five days a week that I typically do, but I do because I like the results of how I feel & look.

Nothing of value or substance comes for free in life. Everything has a cost. Simplify your life wherever possible & stop making excuses. Forgetting about the constant stream of bullshit that we hear through the media or those surrounding us, & being honest with oneself is one of the best things you can ever do for yourself. It’s not easy to remove yourself from the status quo. Start with little things, gain that positive reinforcement & take another step forward each time. Over time, you’ll begin to see how absurd your old ways were & while admittedly subject to your current means, any level of success is possible if you are flexible, adaptable, honest with yourself, maintain your principles & be smart.

This week, I took home over five thousand dollars, for realistically working less than thirty hours. I was confronted with contracts worth six figures, to which I was ill prepared but came across honestly & confidently, resulting in a confidence from those decisions makers. I contacted companies in charge of millions of dollars worth of property, with proposals to film for next to nothing. I set in motion things that if they move forward, will result in playing with some of the best musicians of the past forty years. I slept with three different beautiful women from around the world, all of whom are infatuated with me. I organised a crew of talented professionals, all of whom are willing to work with me for free, because they believe in the project after I described it to them.

It was quite tiring. By Thursday I was preparing to sleep by nine in the evening, slumped in front of my fire, simply staring into the flames, too exhausted to even move. I stayed there for a hour, taking the time to contemplate should the thoughts enter my mind & enjoying the silence if they did not. At one point, I considered my life now; the raging whirlwind of forward moving uncertainty & how different things had been both five, ten & twenty years ago. I certainly was different at all those times & absolutely not the person I am now; almost in total disregard of peer or societal expectation. In each of those eras, in different ways I was a yaw of self hatred, self doubt, internalised anger & misunderstanding of a world in which I never seemed to fit into no matter what modifications I made to my demeanor. I am not the finished article now, but whatever I choose to do with my time now & in the future, I expect to be easier. As I experience more, I learn more. As I learn more, I understand more. As I understand more, I gain confidence to experience more.

~ Unjaded

Return On Investment

The world exists in the state it does, thanks to the ordinary heroes we never hear about. Construction worker, engineer or else; social media isn’t going to save you when these guys have enough.

It’s said the way you see the true nature of a man is by giving him power. I would propose many of today’s politicians have come through a ego driven environment, where words & status are the most valued aspects, rather than any sort of real action. The very nature of democracy does in some ways inhibit the ability to decisively impose change upon a society. As I alluded to in my previous post, division or indifference are the biggest enemies of the people. Any type of unity is a threat to those who unite to impose change in a mutually beneficial arrangement. There are more of us than there are of them, but without any type of counter force, when everyone who shows interest is going to make money, no one is going to say no out of principle concern for others.

Boundaries are always tested & will change if they are unchecked. Personal or societal, we see it in media, life & personally. I for example, didn’t go from being practically unable to speak to girls, to getting them to come over & fuck me for a couple of hours each week. It was a process, in which over time boundaries were tested & stretched again & again. Particularly up until 2014 but also beyond, insofar as women went, I simply didn’t care. If they would do what I wanted them to do & fulfill a role, then I would take them up on it & the new order was established. Everything else would be judged upon that new baseline.

Society has been much the same. We went from fight scenes in films being of old fashioned fisticuffs being the normal level of violent confrontation, to being graphically disemboweled in glorious high definition. In the case of the former, someone dying was a greatly significant event; often the pinnacle of the narrative upon which the rest was built. But now, generic masses are slaughtered in a variety of ways. This can still be entertaining, as the nature of cinema & film overall, is to provide fantastic escapism. But that is only part of it, with a limited range of possibility. Some may argue that technological advancements increased the range of possibilities available, which is true – practically anything can be recreated in film in our modern age. But these fantastic realities are seen as the points of a shape which used to be a circle, with the points of the shape being pulled ever further outward. The number of genres upon which our example of film has been distilled into is debatable but whatever it is, those that remain now only look to push their boundaries further – the action films look to have bigger & better special effects, the art-house films look to introduce or push further taboos, & so on. The net result is the overall body of that sphere (of art, in this example) doesn’t get fed. It becomes over analysed, as marketing departments try to isolate the elements that will provide maximum return on investment & interfere with the purity of creativity.

An example is the old Hollywood epics that were produced around the 1970’s. While these were grand beyond compare at the time & could feasibly also be accused at least in part of doing little more than pushing the boundaries of grandeur, these productions still stayed within the limits of normal humanity. There are rarely instances where a hundred thousand people would be united in baying for the victory / blood of fictional protagonists, but that the hundred thousand people depicted in the production were actually there, gave the intangible feeling of immersion. Yes this was likely to be something rare to the viewer, but it was entirely possible & so roused something primeval in the watcher. Even through the lens of film, people could feel that intangible energy emanating from such an enormous gathering of people in one place. It had true power.

Now, that crowd would almost certainly be animated. The idea would be that while obviously a cost saving measure, animating a much larger crowd would stir a similar reaction from watchers, but it’s fake. It doesn’t inspire the same reaction; the one that reverberates within us when we see something real & relatable, epic or otherwise.

This happens in all the spheres of life & society, through different mechanisms which I’ll spare your eyes & my fingers the energy of going through, but ultimately it’s about normalising apathy. “They’re politicians, what do you expect / there’s nothing we can do” is the most destructive thing anyone can do. The constant redefinition of boundaries & what is acceptable seeps into the minds of newer generations, who unless they actively & independently educate themselves, have never known anything different. They become numb to reality & life. Everything follows the pattern of apathetic maximum return of investment, to which people have become accustomed & simplification is only employed when something or someone does not need to be sold to someone else. Everything is viewed as what return it will bring to someone, irrespective of any impact or lack of effect it will have upon it’s target.

Look at any celebrity. If there is a school shooting, in the vast majority of cases they’ll release a social media post, normally along the lines of ‘our prayers are with you’ or some other horseshit. Even in the incredibly unlikely event they do pray & do mention the afflicted, who the fuck are ‘our’ in the ‘our prayers’ & what tangible effect is it having? Donate some fucking money, get your sorry ass down to ground zero or shut the fuck up, because your token post is only offensive to the people who regularly & unfortunately always have to pick up the pieces; the local community. It really is disgustingly offensive how these celebrities offer their condolences from their ivory towers that were built by the very same people who they now patronise. It’s nothing more than a PR activity of them hedging their bets against a possible public outcry that they didn’t acknowledge it & their own image is tarnished. How disgustingly cynical.

What’s worse is because these boundaries are constantly being tested, you have idiots who are defending politicians, corporations & media figures, for what I can see for no reason other than stupidity. The only reason this world doesn’t fall into total disarray is because most people revert to their internal moral compass when faced with a common, external threat. But you now have people expressing views without any foundational information, condemning others universally by way of a category they’ve been prescribed by someone, often someone who has had absolutely no interaction with the receiver.

Isn’t it a sad state of affairs when an adult man can no longer enjoy the company of children without at least a suspicious eye being occasionally cast in his direction, because of a few outlier extremists who had abused children; a situation incidentally that had also periodically happened at the hands of women too but rarely given the same level of exposure. That there are people who by default, accuse the male gender of all being rapists by default – an insult to anyone who has undergone a rape & of course, most frequently employed by armchair, middle class, white women who’ve probably never done a real job in their life, nor experienced genuine discrimination or hardship.

Isn’t it pathetic, that I have to endure a girl, barely in her twenties, astonishingly believing she needs to ‘educate’ me on how the patriarchy is dominating her & how I should change my behaviour because of my oppressive privilege, yet has never left the comfort of being surrounded by equally deluded people? A girl whose ideas & doctrine have almost exclusively come from behind a keyboard, attempting to educate a man who has traveled the world, been to places where people struggle to eat, experienced crippling debt, vast sums of disposable income, euphoric emotional & sexual highs, been within days of killing oneself, & lived at both ends of a number of spectrums, condemning me as X, Y or Z, because of little more than her idiocy believing what others who would not be relevant or have a career without feminism told her is happening? When under scrutiny, almost all evidence in practically every area of accusation points to male discrimination.

I apologise for nothing. I will not change my behaviour for anyone. I will not accept what is so patently untrue, ever.

~ Unjaded

The Dance

Ola Jordan, beneficiary of good genetics & dancing an entire lifetime

Another body leaves the room, the ceremony completed. The dances have been performed & either rejected or accepted. Practice makes perfect & I am master. Sometimes I change the steps just to see what happens; before long you know who likes which steps & how, & then they like you enough to pretend to allow you, what they wanted all along anyway. I sit back, as though nothing has even happened aside from all it is to me, the primal need satisfied. I resume what I was doing before she arrived, as though it was as formulaic as getting up to make a cup of tea. The boundaries of long ago simply no longer exist. It is not that they are blurred or I have lost track of where they should be – they are long gone. It’s simply a process.

Anything will lose it’s allure when the journey to obtain it becomes so well known, that is no longer stimulates. The end of stimulation is the beginning of stagnation, & satisfaction is the death of desire. We exist to experience & take the road to what seems unobtainable, but providing we have within us enough to persevere, we will always achieve at least some success. There may be consequences or failure along the way, but stay the path & you can experience all that you want. And once there, we indulge. And then we assimilate & it all becomes normal, before we no longer feel what we expected it to be.

A beautiful girl, totally captivated with me, a body made as though it were sculpted, giving me free license to do as I wish. Recklessly throwing caution to the window, attempting to accost me in unsuitable locations where word to her husband could easily get back to him. The moral implications, nothing to me. I think not of any duty to people I don’t know. While it’s true only the innate decency of most people prevents the world totally collapsing into anarchy, I care not for those who should be able to look after themselves. The men whose wives want it all, are not my concern. She is married. She has license from him to roam. The criteria is women only. She has endless volunteers, a plethora to choose from. She mentions another man’s name, in an attempt to instigate a spark of jealously within me.

I care not. I’ve been here many, many times before. It means nothing to me because ultimately, neither does she. It’s all part of the dance. She has his name tattooed on his back. I see his name in huge letters as I penetrate her from behind. After I’ve finished, I’m politely going through the motions so I can keep her as an option to see again, once the fire again burns too furiously within me. I secretly yearn for her to leave. As I have her lie on my chest in an empty display of affection from me, she tells me how they haven’t slept together for a year & how he has slept on the sofa for that same year, even after she offered him an open relationship . It’s clear he’s depressed, but by death do us part, does she spend too much time to fix him. She was ripe for the picking all along & once something caught her eye, she was ready to go. The prospect of her family back home seemingly does not even enter her thoughts.

I understand now why people start to lie to themselves. If you’re unfortunate to be in a string of bad situations or susceptible enough to sabotage yourself by surrounding yourself with people who are not good for you, once you get a shred of happiness you hold onto it very tightly because it’s one of the few cracks of light you may have seen in the otherwise unyielding darkness. No one wants to be unhappy but life is very tough, either tangibly or psychologically or some, both. Accepting the indiscretions, so those few beautiful moments will still come along from time to time. It’s understandable but is the very nature of self flagellation & must be broken.

I know. I’ve been there.

~ Unjaded

Quality

The bravest are surely those who have the clearest vision of what is before them, glory and danger alike, and yet notwithstanding, go out to meet it – Thucydides

I sit here tormented by an endlessly repeating instrumental guitar, as I wait for someone to pick up my call so I can simply tell them who they should now contact in order to get their money. I’m continually reminded that I ‘can go online’ to submit my information, which as a intelligent, functioning member of society I am entirely aware of.  I just choose not to, as I’d like to ensure these changes are acknowledged by a real human being & processed correctly.

I’ve noticed how my one year old phone has slowed in recent weeks. There has been no firmware updates, hardware damage or installation of bloated application updates. Here’s some more emoji’s! Here’s some advice!! Not all your users are twelve years old!!! I think back to the first phone I ever got, where the only internet access was to WAP sites –  the most simple, text based sites of all. Admittedly, the novelty of being able to remotely access the then still embryonic internet far outweighed it’s quality or usefulness. The advent of the original iPhone changed the game forever. The original that is. The follow ups were clear marketing ‘improvements’. My Mitsubishi phone from the nineties, however simple, lasted me a good four to five years in a time of rapidly developing technology.

One week ago, as I was settled into my weekend night enjoying a documentary, the lamp on my projector unexpectedly exploded. In the years of technological maturity that we have seen since 2010, I am still subject to something exploding in an electronic device.

At some point or another, quality has been cast aside in favour of margins. The commodifiable has been quantified, repackaged & sold back to us wherever possible, as we search for something that will bring us closer to a dream that it itself, has been marketed to us as one & the same;  that doesn’t exist.

All of this is done with efficiency in mind, mostly outsourced in the case of my above examples to what has become the workshop of the world: China. As with any country, they need to carve out their place in the world to maximise whatever resources they have, which is manpower. Competition for opportunities to work means people sacrifice much to work in any opportunity that becomes available, as they themselves pursue a dream that does not exist. In fact, the very same one that gets marketed to their Western counterparts who will buy the things they manufacture. It’s the same story in every country. Textiles in Bangladesh & Vietnam. Diamonds in Botswana. Services in the UK. Everyone’s in the same boat, trying to accumulate as much as they can, as quickly as possible, in order to achieve the dream that doesn’t exist.

Even if you’re industrious, fortunate or incredibly skilled, when you get there, you’ll realise that dream wasn’t what you thought it might be. Sure, you might enjoy it for a while but because your idea of it has come from something that was repackaged & sold to you long ago, the reality will never match the idea. That’s the very essence of marketing anything; this thing or experience will change everything you dislike about yourself or your current situation.

See the fragile nature of those people (typically women) who can’t wait to throw themselves under the knife of plastic surgery. It’s as clear as the midday sun of a tropical country to anyone with even the slightest bit of insight, that these people need proper psychological help in the majority of cases. But that’s like an unchecked alcoholic turning down a beer that’s right in front of him, standing up & voluntarily walking himself into a rehabilitation clinic – it’s only going to happen in the most rare of circumstances. When money is at stake, no one is going to give you an honest answer & if they do, & it’s something you don’t want to hear, you’re going to go & see someone else who is going to tell you what you want to hear. Most of what most people appear to deliberate outwardly, they’ve already decided. Those with enough fear are ready, & just waiting for the person to say or do enough, to enable them. It’s just the right combination of conduct, words & style that will unlock that will. That’s how you convince someone with self esteem issues that plastic surgery will make her feel worth as a person. It’s how you convince someone your phone will be the one that will complete their peer acceptance. It’s how you convince a girl in a club to sleep with you the same night. It’s how you convince a wife that fucking you behind her husband’s back will make her feel young or desired again.

Then the reality kicks in. The breast enlargement wasn’t quite the size or shape that you wanted. No one is impressed with your new phone because they’ve all brought the same one. The one stand amounted to nothing more than a guy pleasing himself & the wife, lays there at night with the guilt running through her mind (temporarily at least) as she cosies up to him. The cycle doesn’t end, because you succumbed to something fake. Something which was a low quality, temporary fix, for a low quality person. And the symptoms grow beneath the surface, growing ever larger until the desperation draws them to the same or a similar circumstance once again, & they are condemned to an ever repeating cycle, unless something significant happens.

‘Something significant’ normally means some sort of breakdown or at the very least a magnificent, landmark epiphany, normally drawn on by the aforementioned desperation reaching a critical point. The point where that unseen essence that exists within us, finally has enough & rises up in a tangible form. This vary from a realisation & subsequent change in direction in the best case, through to incurable physical maladies in the worst. It all depends how long you’ve been in denial, how unfortunate you’ve been in associating with people who aggravate or soothe your underlying insecurities & how detached you’ve become from who you really are underneath.

A lot of this can be avoided, by abandoning the safety of the internet, getting out there, doing things, pushing yourself, putting yourself outside of your comfort zone to an appropriate degree & staying away from clearly destructive behaviours. Attempt to be honest with yourself & look at the root cause of your symptoms, rather than masking the symptoms. Observe yourself if you must, see what makes you happy, what you think makes you happy & make changes accordingly. Substitute bad escapism for better escapism, & recognise we all must rest at times, & that there is nothing wrong with that. Enjoy the simple things life has to offer, as well as the fruits of your labour. Bring yourself closer to good people & distance yourself from those who bring only negativity. They must find their own way, & will come to you when they are read for your help, or when they have completed their own work & want to show you the new version of themselves, to reconcile. Understand that whatever image of themselves a person projects, they still breathe, piss & shit like we all do. Everyone was born the same, but we choose where if we bathe ourselves in knowledge or shit; to participate in the idiocy or not.

~ Unjaded

Appreciation

Jesus Christ *cough* Welcome to Jimena Sanchez from Mexico FOX….

Apologies for the late post; I like to keep a weekly schedule these days but when you’re without a moment to spare for almost the entire duration of your time away from home, the problem is not so much the intermittent internet but more the complete lack of time or privacy to actually write anything.

However one thing I had in abundance these last two weeks was acute experiences, from a variety of perspectives. For the first time in my life, I experienced a taste of what it’s like to be famous & revered somewhat. Of course, this was only a little bit of what established celebrities experience regularly but it was really a surreal experience, particularly as I sit here back in the same seat before any of this happened.

In summary, my musical project took a step up. An endeavour that was intended to advance us in some way to the next level, did so in an entirely unprecedented way, where one could describe it as being throw up a whole flight of steps. A hardcore fan base was made over the course of two weeks in a place where we’d previously been unheard of. Over these two weeks, an insane collage of stress, euphoria, energy & chaos flew by, accompanied by an array of endless faces, hands to be shaken & pictures alongside new found fans.

It reminded me first hand, of how something so small can mean so much to another. I typically take the view of assuming most people are predominantly concerned with others by way of seeing how much they can gain from that person. But I think this is a symptom of my cynicism as much as a form of preemptive defence. While I prefer this instead of getting screwed over constantly from being nice to everyone & being thought of as naive or gullible as a younger man, it does again come down to the application of balance; something many of us only develop with experience. Namely, realising who & when to give what & how.

Being abroad in a country & receiving so much love as a new artist was incredible really. You could see how they really believed in us; how they were looking for something real, rather than the fake, cynical substitutes they have to make do with most of the time instead. To be able to project yourself & your energy onto others & receive the same or more back is an incredible feeling only available to the fortunate few, & something I’m very appreciative of.

Much in the same way as how crowds in our base country were totally unemotive & disconnected from what we were doing onstage due to their apathetic attitudes brought about by total availability & satisfaction, the people were much the same way. Where we toured is a developed country, with some heavily undeveloped areas which bring about a number of challenges. No job is guaranteed & if you don’t work, there’s a far greater possibility you won’t eat. Musicians don’t tend to pass through as often, as they’re not getting vast sums of money promised to them. When they do pass through, you can see it’s often cynical in the same way as a corporation looks at a deprived country as a business opportunity while offering nothing of substantive value in return. They arrive, perform, take their pay packet & disappear back to where they came from without a moment’s more notice. Taking the time to engage with these people who have real challenges in life & listen to them properly is one of the most rewarding activities in life, celebrity or otherwise.

Back here in the worst place you’ve ever been, without purpose one can rapidly feel lost. I can totally understand everyone’s need to make money; it is central to modern day life. But when you’re torturing yourself in an existence you can’t stand & don’t have any meaning beside the accumulation of products or money in your life, you’re gonna have a bad time. Having means without having purpose is akin to having nothing at all.

The culture pervades through the people of the respective countries too. The first day away we arrived in a major city, I found myself having a beautiful, femininely dressed girl, perhaps ten years my junior smiling at me. I had to do a double take to make sure I wasn’t imagining it, particularly as I didn’t look particularly good that day. She was superb; a little auburn headed beauty with a sweet but naughty smile. That alone was enough to lift my spirits & return me to a state of remembering how miserable & apathetic I had allowed myself to become because of others. Despite my knowledge of frame, a internally based self esteem & how I shouldn’t allow idiots to affect me, I has allowed the miserable, unfulfilled wasters to seep into my own mentality.

Fortunately the benefit of perspective gained from being away from routine has helped me considerably, & I am back to being myself. I see now that when you have everything available to you (much in the way a woman using a dating app now has endless choices), they become apathetic about everything & in fact, it is nothing to do with you. While I have mastered this part, I have previously paid the price through shutting down & applying a complete approach to everyone. Being close or presumptuously aggressive to everyone by default is as bad as coming across as naive & gullible; the net result of both is negative.

The girls generally don’t smile at me here. I’ve caught a few looking for an extended period of time, but then they look away as though showing interest is a bad thing. The ego takes over as showing interest means showing interest is what they perceive as showing weakness; the “I don’t need you” mentality of modern feminism has become endemic, as people (firstly women, & then men in reaction to that) isolate themselves to interacting with others.

The main thing I realised while away, is that I stay where I do mainly because my life is quite easy here & I can make money that enables me to do what I want to do. I fit in to the extent where I can maintain a low profile while doing what I want to do. I have often considered how it might be if I went elsewhere but while here, I can create a life as I wish. It doesn’t depend upon the locals, what they think of me or anything other than what I wish. Creation of one’s life is entirely within the realm of decision making, providing you take into consideration what cards has dealt you, the process of which requires you to put aside your ego & remember to not allow the negative people among us to shut you down to the extent where you may miss out upon an opportunity to engage with another who exists within that same realm or environment.

The resistance to societies expectations is one stage of self improvement. But true strength comes from being able to apply the correct emotion with enough heart, at the right times to the right people. It sounds easy but it’s not – mainly because you won’t necessarily realise that which you may have missed as a result of not addressing this problem within yourself.

Give appreciation where it’s required to the people who feed it back to you, & watch your life unfold in ways you may never have really envisioned. The rest is just a means to an end.

~ Unjaded

Exploring

A far more satisfying experience than most modern females.

Despite our constant reminders that the world is globalised, fully integrated & getting ever closer to homogeneity, we are still far from that. Wealth is still narrowly dispersed across countries, with Western Europe & the USA taking the lion’s share, Asia hot on their heels & South America struggling to maximise it’s enormous potential under the spectre of widespread corruption.

Leaving your country & going to explore others is a fantastic way of understanding what you have or do not have, & how others manage or prosper compared to how you do. By ‘explore’ I do mean more than going on a package holiday, of which there is nothing wrong with at times. If you simply need a way to relax, package holidays are a superb invention. Everything is taken care of & you don’t have to engage your brain at all; something I think we should all do on a regular basis. But this isn’t going to help much in understanding other cultures better & in turn, understanding yourself better. To see how others manage the challenges of creating the reasonable expectations of a roof over their head, enough safely to raise a family & the opportunities to earn some money can be very enlightening, particularly to those who live within a life of privilege.

I have travelled extensively & as I write this, am currently passing through a North American country by bus, observing the variety of variety of businesses & ventures that industrious people create by the side of the roads in order to try to create a better life. It has been a common theme within my observations & discoveries, that those of any current status in life but whom had to endure in order to get their not only appreciate far more what they currently have, but are also immensely more interesting. While they may utilise their current position in order to enjoy or participate in certain activities that were previously inaccessible to them, they tend to understand that a lot of these formality based activities have little meaning & instead the value they note, is that from their families, their relationships (not only romantic) & the journeys which led them to where they stand today.

I’ve spent considerable amounts of time with people who’ve never really had to endure struggle in their lives & while a minority do understand the importance of acquainting themselves with how others less privileged than themselves conduct themselves, the majority are just blindly going about in their own little bubble, utterly oblivious to anything that’s going on & frankly, crushingly dull. I’d honestly rather not converse at all than rotate through the same tired old polite conversations. It surprises me that these people don’t realise how boring they are & take action to address it. Perhaps they’ve been traumatised is the only explanation I can think of, but to traverse failure & pain is the only way to know oneself & grow.

Any time travelling is mentioned these days, it’s often painted as a predominantly female pastime or right of passage. A man can be content with simple things & be happy to embrace isolation. Sexism has now become so commonplace that a man is assumed to be a sex pest should he decide to visit a country that may in parts have a reputation for sex tourism, irrespective of whatever his intentions may be.

Lay waste to normalised sexism, feel free to go forth & visit countries that may have previously concerned by how it may be perceived by others. While I personally have never paid for sex, in much the same way as I at least understand some criminal activity to feed his family; one must find means that work for him or herself. I have visited countries after chatting with a girl online & been invited, which honestly was one of the best ways to visit somewhere, for obvious reasons (although I normally maintained a level of control by booking a well known, central hotel).

One last note on why certain activities are frowned upon; much in the same way the old establishments are threatened by the internet revolutionizing business models, the availability of options for the modern man in search of quality females for whatever purpose he wishes threatens the entitled female. Although a woman should never be your primary motivation to do anything, a man should travel. And a man who can go abroad has the possibility to meet friendlier, less demanding, more feminine & more attractive women than what he might have on offer back home. Give that most Western women are offering little more than the prospect of what’s between their legs as an incentive for a man to endure all the rest of their bullshit, once a man realises the true range of possibilities out there he immediately loses interest in the cattle back home & so they lose the only level of power they had.

Freedom through knowledge brothers.

~ Unjaded