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

Division

Here’s another useless idiot contributing nothing to society…ah sorry, I mean ‘Here is Melanie Iglesias for your viewing pleasure…’

One thing I’ve noticed about dating women as you get older, is how you have to change your approach somewhat because women have decided they want to entrap men. This, is rapidly becoming the main reason why I’m considering getting out of the game altogether. It’s so boring listening to used up or broken husks, trying to manipulate you into a situation which resembles a relationship. There seems to be a big misunderstanding that just because you’ve decided you want a relationship, your pussy isn’t going to be enough to persuade Unjaded of all people to parade around with you at various pointless social events & within pictures, putting at risk what I’ve accumulated up until this point & giving up all my freedom. Simon ‘self esteemless’ Nofriends whose barely had a sniff of it his whole life might fall for that shit, but I’ve seen what some of these fuckers are capable; the spite will drive a man into the ground until he is utterly ruined, while she will drink down the spoils of half of what he used to own.

Of course I don’t proclaim that all women are like this, nor that it comes from their nature. It may be part of their nature but only in the same way by way of his higher testosterone any man is capable of being violent.

No, now I’m at the point where I think that while there are women who because of trauma or revenge wish to destroy men, I also believe that there are interested parties who have a view on infiltrating & influencing groups to the point of extremes. This can be on a malicious level, where those with means implant people who actively look to raise their rank within that group & then control the direction of the group, to unchecked majority discrimination which is highly active. While we hear endlessly about how women should be afforded equal rights in any area deemed to be attractive (you don’t see many feminists campaigning for equal representation to work in sewerage maintenance for example), you don’t see anyone trying to change the massively outweighed representation of gays & women in the media. To the point where someone with a qualified background will not be hired, unless they see that they can be controlled or manipulated somehow – the emasculated men. Look at what I believe to be AskMen.com, whose editor (a man, of course; although that is stretching the definition of that term considerably) is someone who a feminist website retracted his comments, because he fully advocated men dying of cancer.

That is what we, as men are up against now. Total disdain for everything men have done & continue to do to make this world function. The occasions of which one could either simply reverse the gender of a phrase after which it would be universally condemned, or where women or homosexuals totally dominate certain influential sectors with nothing being said at all, are now countless. The only things that work in men’s favour are somewhat ironically, the feminists showing themselves to be tiresome & without a tangible endgame. In reality, most people are quite reasonable & those who do support these entirely unrealistic feminist proposals do so more for attention or because of some underlying mental issues.

All of this however, brings us back to the initial point; the valuation of the vagina. Even if all of the above is of no direct consequence or interest to you, which could be an entirely realistic scenario given that most ‘active’ feminists are tucked safely behind their keyboards in highly developed countries while their kin get slaughtered, raped & enslaved in countries where feminism is clearly lacking, the furore of it all trickles down, because one thing that is common among humans & particularly among females is the need for acceptance. The ideas that are circulated at length by the keyboard warriors succumb either to a huge media explosion after a company is accused of something that in all likelihood isn’t that big a deal but validates whatever it is by apologising for it, or it becomes viral (among women) over the hive mind… sorry, I meant social media of which who are the biggest users? Women of course!

At the end, some of you understandably will have never seen the way things used to be. When men were respected. And it’s the constant battering & discrimination by extremists that make men feel embarrassed to enjoy life. Contrary to what an increasing number of women seem to think, men are fathers, sons, children, creators, saviors & carers too. Yes, some men are bad. Some people are bad. That is something irrespective of gender. This is not a man vs woman thing, in much the same way it’s not an Islam vs Christianity thing, a capitalism vs communism thing or a black vs white thing. This is all a means to control everyone, through fear, debt, hate & irrationality. If you want to make the world a better place, look after every good person in your community & treat as required, the one’s who widely resist against the common good. Every division makes everyone weaker.

~ 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

Concentration & Accumulation

Generic Instagram chick of the day – keep an eye out for her sprawled shamelessly over a yacht near you soon.

As is always the way, when you stop caring about the opposite sex & get in touch with one’s self, the energy you accumulate from concentrating on the self emanates outwards & it becomes attractive to others. While recently my main priorities have been Venezuelan, my band’s debut support slot on an arena tour, consolidating my investments & maximising my effectiveness at the gym, I now find myself awash with options.

Too many in fact, both old & new. Right now, I have SPC on her third run after a couple of doubting moments on her side, Tunisian back in touch wanting to ‘come over’ sometime, a bisexual Swiss / Hungarian woman also after the same, a Uruguayan, a Polish high flyer, another Hungarian, an Israeli who likes to play games, a Russian, a South Korean, the old hot Estonian & a young Bosnian girl who wants me to ‘train’ her. It verges on the absurd & I really should cut off the one’s I’ve already had my way with in the interests of time, but the power of having control over all of them gets me off. I play a dangerous game at the best of times, but I should know when to pull the plug. When a girl decides not to talk to you anymore as a result of you ending it, it’s actually a blessing in many ways as you then no longer have to worry about any psycho moments.

Speaking of which, I purged my blocked list yesterday & within an hour the Uzbek Psycho had got back in touch. I quickly remember who that number had belonged to & rectified my mistake. At no point do I want unexpected visits arriving at my house, particularly when Venezuelan is visiting. That can often be somewhat stressful anyway & admittedly is often a concern of mine whenever I invite a girl over to my place. I even refrain from giving them my exact address in case they later reference it to my disadvantage.

I have often said I’ve felt as though I’m reaching the point of ending the hedonistic lifestyle I have maintained for the last few years but that’s usually because of a particular period I have then been experiencing. To think almost two years ago now I was considering remaining long term with someone who resulted in little more than a typical female idiot with big fake breasts. Don’t get me wrong, they were great fun & upon non-nostalgic reflection the other day, I realised I had maintained the facade with her because I liked banging her on a regular basis. Ironically, I taught her everything she knew; raw material I shaped into my own play thing. While I could have considered her emotions more, I was vindicated in my suspicions of her only being surface deep as she quickly worked her way through some more penis. All’s well that ends well however.

With knowledge & some honestly, one will quickly realise the hedonistic lifestyle is unsustainable. Much like a drug addict, one always seeks a harder high. While with women this may not be only pursuing more attractive versions, it can be becoming ever more ruthless with people. Once you get what you want, even if you like the person that’s only going to have a limited shelf life without intimacy. Even long term lovers or friends with benefits will have more to their arrangement than they might even be prepared to admit, because the physical thrill will only last a limited time. I am clear on this more than ever now, for a number of reasons confirmed through readings as well as experiences. Despite having a plethora of women historically & now to choose from, the girl I most desire is Venezuelan, because she is who I easily feel most comfortable to. That she is independently physically hot is a bonus but I know it wouldn’t be the same as it is now without that connection we have. It even manifests itself physically; when I’m finished with a girl to whom I only have a physical attraction & little more than a polite understanding with, when i’m done I’m done. I’m a considerate & even generous lover. But with no other woman except Venezuelan, will I finish & within moments want to do it again. That traverses biology & hasn’t happened to me with anyone else.

I remember reading once about the concept of ‘mini relationships’ when I started my game journey which led me to my self development journey (a far more worthwhile cause). While I have been through my ‘hardcore’ period of telling women what I want & don’t want, this can be a bit hit & miss. To be ambiguous about your level of interest is far more interesting to a woman & far more likely to garner you a wider range of women. It’s worth bearing in mind than the majority of (particular Western based) women in the mating pool allow precedence of the herd mentality over their own deep seated feelings. With the rare exceptions of those who’ve fallen through the net for whatever reason, most women consider peer acceptance as one of their main priorities. And for that reason, they’re generally very uninteresting people & doomed to be perpetually miserable.

To be fair however, this is also common among men & is a people thing, rather than a female thing. I only emphasise the male dating perspective as there are still those who come here for dating advice – something I do specialise in despite all my faults. Men also feel the need to be accepted by others, manifesting itself in ‘acceptable’ arenas such as sports, which replace the boredom that comes from times of peace, more so than ever when we can effectively have nothing to strive for when all of our needs are accounted for by the supermarket or the bank.

The modern age has resulted in this being refined down to the most basic of interactions, where quick exchanges provide a shallow version of the desired result, whether that be peer acceptance or validation of being wanted by someone (read ‘anyone’) of the opposite sex. The well documented failure of the latest worker generation in achieving any happiness of substantial depth tells you everything you need to know about how social interactivity is right now & although this is endemic in the latest generation old enough to participate in society, the normalisation of this means existing, older generations do (at least in part) feel as though they must adapt to these new models of interaction in order to have any success. Much like the proliferation of online dating which has for all intents & purposes become the standard means of dating now instead of the practice of asking someone on a date & which was derided when it first emerged, no one sends a letter when an email will do.

Inversely, those who do make the effort to differentiate themselves from the crowd by using more traditional methods, can find themselves highly valued but critically, only to someone else who might appreciate it. And even then, there’s no guarantee the recipient will discontinue these other methods they are using, such as online dating to ensure a woman gets a regular supply of attentions, validation or cock. Much in the same way it’s said you’ll see the true nature of a man when you give him true power, you’ll see the true nature of a woman when she’s able to flex her vagina to the endless hordes of hungry, undignified, gameless men found online. I have seen & personally experienced this countless times through first hand experience; fortunately always placing myself on the side of he who is not emotionally involved & taking it for what it is. On more than one occasion for example, have I fucked a girl only for her to have come from or about to go on a date. The Ecuadorian women I was seeing had done exactly this, inviting me over for sex prior to a date she was having. As it turned out, she confided in me that she liked this guy she was seeing & thought it was getting serious, as I laid next to her moments after she’d finished me all over her chest. The following week, she texted me to say things with him were ‘getting serious’ & she couldn’t see me anymore as she ‘wanted to give it a try with him’. I even played along, eager to see how far she’d take it if I offered her everything on her terms. I proposed to her that I’d be happy to fuck her whenever she wanted, at her convenience, alongside her seeing her boyfriend. Needless to even say, it wasn’t surprising at all when she agreed to the idea. The temptation of having her cake & eating it, was way too much for her to resist. I didn’t follow through of course, instead focusing my attention elsewhere. We briefly spoke again a few months later & predictably, her attempt at the relationship had died a slow, miserable death.

This sabotage of misery people employ on themselves via the voluntary participation in these processes, decimates their self esteem as the essence of interaction completely goes missing & these experiences become transactionary. This runs through every aspect of what happens between people, even beyond the scope of sexuality that we are discussing here. Colleagues, friends & family are all affected likewise & so we conclude that the epidemic of transactional relationships is unfortunately commonplace now. As such, we have to treat people for what they are & when we speak of ‘game’, we speak indeed of playing the game. Going through the motions & saying the things people want to hear, with only enough of our true selves within each sentence, each touch & each exchange in order to make it appear convincingly authentic, despite this poor substitute not being what anyone really wants.

Should you find that genuine, authentic connection within another in any type of relationship, providing you have experienced & uncomfortably pushed oneself enough to know yourself well, you will recognise it & in the ideal scenario, the other will also be as you.

~ Unjaded

The Battle Of Authenticity

So commonplace now, it’s utterly dull.

It’s often said that your environment can shape you both temporarily & permanently. I believe there is an American saying something along the lines of not living in San Francisco too long or it’ll make you soft, but also not to live in New York for too long, at risk of becoming too hard.

Where I am now is so slow & shit-eatingly politically correct, that it’s making me lazy (by my own standards – I’m seen an incredibly motivated genius here, unemotional to the point of being perceived presumably by others as a narcissist & utterly dull. People here live to societal standards by way of peer evaluation. Status is everything & so that on the surface takes precedence.

And my God, does that make it one of the most boring places I’ve ever been.

Perhaps it’s coming from within myself, as frankly I’ve done so much in my life that by now, very little impresses or motivates me to go out of my way to do anything extravagant. Notably though, I have noted I am reaching the point of total disinterest in women. The only one’s who tend to spark any type of interest in me are Latina or Eastern European women that are either about the same age as me or older, or the extremely rare cases where one would find that bizarre, immense chemical attraction to someone. As I’ve stated before, younger women are either or both of boring or have the attention span of a fly; something I’ve no doubt is a consequence of the newer millennial generation – a term I happily use with condemning abandon. Having been alive for a reasonable amount of time now & in that time, doing more than the average person may have done, I can state unreservedly people became much worse in their general quality. While their general levels of inform have become better, the mass of always available information has made it easier for idiots to be both bred & then further feed whatever belief they have of X, Y or Z. People have always looked for peer support & latched onto anything they can find in order to justify their own beliefs, & with endlessly generated information (regardless of accuracy or source) that is easier than ever.

The end result is a majority of zombified idiots, afraid of upsetting anyone because they’re spending too much time on the internet & think extremists are as prevalent in real life as they seem to be online. If that actually was the case, we’d live in a state of almost total anarchy but of course, we don’t. Unless there is a an active war, even in the most deprived of regions the majority strive to create communities, because in reality most people want the same things; housing, food, stability, reasonable opportunity (such as the means to work fairly) income & the occasional treat such as a holiday. Everything else comes from the ego by way of media & environmental conditioning. Most people have no interest in standing out & most successes or failures can be traced back to either a psychological or environmental event, or a combination of both.

Everything also comes with an cost, sometimes spoke about in economic circles as a opportunity cost. I reside in one of the richest countries in the world, courtesy of it’s self-creation as a tax haven. Yet the cost of living is such that I am poorer here than where I was in my last position. The focus on money verges on the insane; everything is distilled into a commodity. While this has rapidly become a global phenomenon, here it’s unforgivable to have any circumstance where one might have made a reasonable mistake & allow them some leeway. Rules are rules & any divergence from this is punishable.

‘Schizoid personality Disorder’ is a condition which takes numerous forms, one of which is the adaptation of your professional persona & approach into your personal life. The exterior that many of us must maintain in the workplace, particularly the corporate world, is akin to a child barely disguising himself as an adult. People compartmentalise their lives, sometimes as a coping mechanism & resort to well beaten cliches to dig themselves out of a panicking situation, such as being asked an unreasonable question to which it is implied (usually by a superior) they should know the answer to. But every mind has it’s limit, to knowledge as well as tolerance. Controlling your emotions is not suppressing them; it is rather knowing when to release them & to what degree. One can only imagine how many people fantasise about doing something drastic at work such as quitting on the spot or directly telling an irritating superior their true thoughts, but they never do.

With most people’s spare time intentionally filled by nothing more than a variety of distractions & the majority of it being filled with nothing more than the employment they must undertake in order to survive in a capitalist society, their career becomes their main focus. Indeed, one of the very first questions people ask each other upon engaging in small talk is of course ‘what do you do for a living?’. The truth is within the very question; ‘what do you do to ‘live”.

As such, this focus becomes our environment for the majority of our time & changes our personality. Our brains adapt, sometimes against their real will; something we simply cannot deny. While there are some who are content with such an existence (safe, mundane predictability), those who must play a part to receive the economic rewards will pay a price. They will become slowly changed by their environment much in the same way radiation might affect those in a fantasy film. As time passes & youth slowly leaves them, the effects are ever more apparent. The spirit will insist upon it’s own path & the conflict between your actions & your true desires will begin to manifest itself somehow, & the first candidate will always be your personal life.

~ Unjaded