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

Locale & Confidence

Emily Holland, with in my opinion a superbly maintained body. Literally one of the best I’ve seen.

So here we are in August of 2017; hasn’t time flown since 2014 when I started this blog. A man who was deeply in the throes of female affections, to an almost ridiculous degree. Strangely enough, with the exception of three years to which I’m told by independent sources have made little difference to my demeanour, things have changed quite substantially since then. For one, I feel significantly enlightened since then, which is probably due to a variety of things. I mentioned previously how what had happened to me in that particularly low period had a permanent effect on me. But after some travelling with my merry band of musicians sans Venezuelan, I had a little time to think clearly & evaluate my own behaviour & experiences being in a different country, with solely male friends.

And I came out realising, that a lot of what I feel, is because of where I am. Without again banging on about how where I’m currently located is dire (it is for a man of different tastes), not only have I had bad experiences here, the girls here are literally almost devoid of any type of interactive personality. While I thought it might be the way the world is going with the addiction to social media that seems so prevalent now, a trip to a neighbouring country totally reopened my eyes to why I had such an incredible life before, where I was literally banging different women almost every night. While that has been the case here at times & I certainly don’t have a drought, it has been so much more hard work at times. OK, I lived in the city back in 2014 & now I’m ten minutes train ride out of town in not the most trendy area. But there’s no way it’s going to be because solely because of that. Being abroad again, even during times with Venezuelan, I’ve seen women looking over. Checking me out. Even smiling & giving indicators of interest. Where I reside now, you literally have to be psychic to know if a woman is interested (unquestionably with the natives) & even then, upon approach you’re fighting uphill not from arrogance (although that is occasionally the case) but from a total lack of interactive skills. It’s a tiring business.

I have been offline nowadays, as opposed to the Tinder days of 2014 & even some of 2015. This has been intentional, as it’s indisputable Tinder has become vastly worst as it’s become more popular with both women & men. My last experiences resulted in a couple of catches which were fun at the time but overall it was a totally demoralising experience, as you came to terms with simply put, how shit people are now. The blase attitude of people, along with a clear devolution in communicative ability, ends up with you finding yourself endlessly uninspired, even to the point of abuse or sarcasm, asking questions intentionally to throw a curveball in the works.

Overall the experience abroad was great. Being in a vastly more populated country with a much more diverse demographic than the one dimensional lifestyle that prevails here was enormously refreshing. A range of people with their own challenges & from various backgrounds makes for people with a equally broad range of personalities & traits, & I for one always seem to find myself getting on with those who have overcome struggle in their lives, giving them that fired determination. Nothing is more boring to me than a person who hasn’t experienced anything. Or to be more accurate in the modern western world, decided to insulate themselves & minimise the possibility of ever actually taking a risk or feeling anything. How boringly pathetic, but yet symptomatic of today’s western culture.

Imagine if there was an alien invasion or some type of serious war? How many Western countries would manage to get their shit together, or at least avoid being hampered in the defence of their sovereign lands by sympathisers of the enemy?

Anyway, let’s not get into politics. My first notable argument with Venezuelan came via a political conversation this week, where I saw the first signs of childish behaviour. Although I smoothed things over for the sake of staying with her, I left with a bitter taste in my mouth & a reminder of how I should always keep in mind my options should things ever get more serious in the future. I intend to keep all of assets separate with anyone moving forward, & any marriages will be subject to a pre-nuptial. While I must say I doubt Venezuelan would be malicious, one must always prepare for the worst case scenario with women even if initiated by your own actions, such is the potential venom or minimally, emotional unpredictability of women. And that is to say, even if it goes that far.

It is somewhat refreshing to know you are always improving, & I believe one should strive to always do that. Another important factor that has been the difference to before I moved here & being here, is that I have set some goals & achieved them (actually far quicker than I predicted), & from that I set new goals, which in my mind is the only way to ensure constant progression. These have ranged from physical, where despite being older I’m probably in better shape than I was three years ago), financial & creatively.

Those goals have also extended to sex with women from around the world, where I’ve enjoyed fun times with girls from places as varied as Mauritius, Uruguay, Israel & so on – for me, definitely one of the best goals I set myself. Hopefully soon I’ll be adding yet more to that list, despite the utter lack of personality.

Walk with your chest high & never doubt yourself. When you do, remember that’s normal. Take time out. Recompose yourself. Change your environment if you need to. Change those who you surround yourself with, even temporarily. And remember, whatever you feel as a normal man is entirely fine. Testosterone exists within our body for a reason; to prompt us to ensure the human race does not perish. The same reason we defend our countries against those who seek to reduce our liberties & the same reason we work in virtual slavery for those who truly mean something to us. Although we may always & should legitimately choose to change our paths if we don’t feel appreciated or valued by those who claim to say so, there is also value in staying the course.

Do as your heart compels you too, & be proud of the core of who you are, without doubt so easily imposed from outside.

~ Unjaded