Hello Everyone,
I am writing this in part as catharsis, and also because I hope that some of the younger guys will read it and be able to glean something useful from it, considering I have been through many of the things they have been through or will go through.
A little bit of background on myself, I went to school on the East Coast(America), grew up on the West Coast, I have worked in the US, Europe and South America, I have done research/laboratory work and had it published, and I have also worked in a run down mine at 4,200 meters above sea level that hasn't had its infrastructure renewed since the '70s. I'm a black belt in Tae Kwon Do, and I went to an all male high school. I've had one night stands, fuck buddies, girlfriends and office romances. I won't claim to have as much experience or skill as the rest of the illustrious contributors to this forum, but the more I reflect on my life the more I realize how particular my experiences have been, and that is one the main reasons I feel compelled to share what I have experienced. So buckle up cause this will be a long but hopefully entertaining/informative read.
I will start with the most pertinent part, how I got my heart broken at a young age. It was around the 7th grade-ish, I can't remember exactly, but we had a new student join our class that year, she was a red-headed Irish girl, and she sat next to me for most of the school year. I ended up having a huge crush on her. I asked her to be my Valentine that year, and being the little unenlightened boy I was I brought her little treats everyday, candy and what not, until she eventually told me I didn't have to, that's how brainwashed I was. In fact it was this brainwashing combined with my inexperience that led me to believe and carry out telling her that I liked her, and then running away on the last day of school.
Anyway, I kept at it even though in retrospect I know better now. That year during our Christmas program(remember those? Schools used to have them before even the Catholic Schools became leftist indoctrination camps) I gave her a giant stuffed Snoopy for Christmas as a present and since she was a huge Snoopy fan, thinking it would win her over. In the 8th grade I asked her again to be my Valentine and she said no and that she didn't feel the way I did. I felt bad for a few days but eventually I got over it, and it was good that this happened because in a way it was set me on the path that I have walked all these years, where slowly I have had to unlearn all the lies I was taught as truth.
The sting was still there but I eventually stopped feeling anything for her, even before I went to high school. During the 8th grade I was going through one of those bullshit "I'm an atheist/agnostic now, but at the same time I am not going to tell anyone about it or really think about the implications of my worldview" phase. It took a very difficult and drawn out family crisis for me to come back to God. As I mentioned went to an all male school. It was a private school so you had to apply to it, which meant the possibility of rejection. I believe including that including myself 8 boys from our class applied, 6 were accepted and 4 attended, including myself. I will get into high school, but first I want to say a little something about bettering yourself, and how other people usually react to this.
I had a friend for a brief while. It was during my atheist phase, he was an atheist and let everyone know it, somehow we bonded over the same books we read and we were friends for a short while. This guy was fat, lazy, thin-skinned, and naturally intelligent. A losing combination. Anyway the long and short of it was that he was really possessive, because he did not have many friends, and also an asshole(the loser reaction dependent kind, not the aloof kind that lizards want to bang) to everyone, even his friends and family. Thing was, his parents were loaded, his mom was a divorce lawyer and she made less than the husband, yet he never seemed like he took advantage of his family's financial resources to better himself. And the cats. Dear God the cats. This was family of four living in one house along with 15-20 fucking cats. You walked into the living room, you and everything you brought with would be covered in cat dander in 5-10 minutes tops, fucking disgusting.
Anyway, he wanted to go to the same high school as I did because it was well funded, and had a lot of opportunities. However, combined with his shit work ethic, know-it-all arrogance, and poor coping skills, he didn't have the grades to get in, and got rejected. I was accepted. Once it became obvious he wanted to be the same person as before, while I was intent on bettering myself, he became very resentful. I got back in to Tae Kwon Do(I stopped for ~3 years and made it to the belt right before black belt then I stopped), and was more interested in playing sports and with other kids during recess than talking about books and video games. This pissed him off but there was fuck all he could do about. This was my first experience where the desire for and ability to improve myself resulted in someone else hating me. Chalk it up to crabs-in-a-bucket syndrome.
Anyway I entered high school and it was a nice change pace considering it was the first time I EVER HAD A MALE TEACHER. Seriously, all my teachers from kindergarten to 8th grade were women, they were either school marms, bitchy I-want-to-change the world types fresh out of school, and yes even a divorced single mom.
Even though it was an all male high school it was a great experience because you didn't have to deal with the regular bullshit of a coed high school, we had a higher status in the eyes of the local high school girls, and our mixers/dances only let guys in from our school, but girls from ANY high school were free to attend. Needless to say this resulted in quite favorable girl to guy ratios, and I have yet to see anything that matches said ratio. It still took me a while to get used to it though and I actually didn’t start grinding until I was a JUNIOR thanks to my friend, but the dam broke and after that I couldn’t get enough grinding until I got desensitized to it
Here the indoctrination was not yet present but it was probably one of the incubators for it as we had a gay-straight student group, as a well as a social justice student group (before the term social justice wanker became well known).
Here is where I realized I was more interested in science than "English" and literature classes, and I was fortunate enough that they had the advance science and AP courses that I ended up taking. During this time I practiced Tae Kwon Do outside of high school, and did Speech and Debate at my high school, I went to the state tournament my junior year.
By participating in Forensics I learned how to be a public speaker, which I find to be a very useful skill, even though I still experience stage fright, but nothing compared to when I first began. During my junior year and the summer prior to it I did the 9 month long Tae Kwon Do black belt training which involved a two hour training session on Monday and Wednesday, as well training every Saturday morning from 7:30AM-9AM. I did this all while participating in Speech and Debate and taking US History AP, Biology AP and Precalculus Honors. It was tough and exhausting, but if there is one thing I could change about myself right now it would be to regain that passion and dedication that I had during my Junior of High school which allowed me to ace two AP tests, get my black belt and qualify to the State championships for Speech and Debate during my High School Junior year.
However I felt a huge burnout once I reached my senior year, wasn't as dedicated as before and stopped participating in Tae Kwon Do as frequently as I used to. In fact it got to the point where I almost failed Calculus AB. However I managed to get a B+ first semester and an A second semester. My teacher was not even willing to sign the form that said he believe I would get a 3 on the Calc AB AP test so I could pay $35 instead of $85 for the test. I ended up getting a 4 on the test (out of 5).
I had applied to several universities, way too many in retrospect and too many of them Early decision/early action. I thought I was going to go to one of the better state schools in my state, but 3 weeks before graduation one of the better universities I had been waitlisted at accepted me into their engineering program, and they were going to give me much more financial aid. More money, more resources, the choice was easy.
When I started though it had been my first time on the east coast, let alone by myself. No parental supervision, hundreds of miles from home, and very large Greek system with nothing else to do in our college town except drink. I went overboard. I didn't apply myself, I became a straight C student and considered myself lucky at that considering how difficult our engineering program was known to be, but it didn't help either that I joined a fraternity my second semester. I lasted one semester, my second semester grades tanked even worse, and I got a get out of jail free by taking the medical leave of absence due to "psychological" duress. God bless the sensitive, over emotional spastic colon that is the American Education System.
Basically I had to leave the university for one semester, and attend a state school back home where I would make up for lost time by retaking the difficult classes I fucked up, and or taking different courses to make progress. I took a language class at a community to get one of my electives out of the way, and I took Micro Econ, Linear Algebra and first level Engineering Physics. I will admit I did not have much of a social life during this semester, but I did exercise and run each day(Yeah I know, BOO Cardio!!), but I lost a lot of weight which was good. During this time I had to see a counselor as part of my medical leave, but it was good for me because it allowed me to reflect, the guy wasn't some dirty hippy liberal(He was pretty red pill even if he didn't know it) and those sessions helped me realize that I did want to return to my university, up until that point I had not verbalized it even to myself, so for a while I had no direction and was just going through the motions.
After the counseling and I had done a phone interview with the university counselor, I was cleared to re-enroll at the university. Problem was, this was for the second semester, on the east coast. Meaning I would be starting in December, dead of winter, and our fraternity had to do rush week. My own father told me it might be better to wait another semester so as not to be "defeated by winter like Napoleon". I decided it was better to not lose any more time so I ignored my father's advice and comments, and went back that same semester. I didn't drink at all during rush week, which helped because I didn't have to deal with massive hangovers the way everyone else did. However the Saturday after rush week ends officially and its our fraternity's tradition to go to the same Chinese restaurant we do every year, I did drink, did wine stands and what not, and got really drunk really fast.
At the party I didn't really know any of the girls there, I only recognized one from my P.E. class during the first semester, she had been invited by one of my brothers, more on that later. Any way I started talking to her, kino'd her(Yeah, the prior semesters I had gotten into pick up so I knew some stuff but not much). We played beer pong together. It was at that moment I realized, I knew everything I had to do up until you get a girl in your room, and that I knew what to do afterwards. I realized right then and there that I had to close the deal. I managed to get her up into my room by telling her we should play a drinking game while we watched Fight Club. It was the end of rush week and we had a bunch of cheap champagne. Bitches love champagne. Even if its cheap, I swear their palates probably couldn't tell the difference between burger and filet mignon.
So I got her up to my room, popped the Fight Club DVD into my laptop and turned the lights off. That night I lost my virginity, one week before my 20th birthday. However, some drama ensued as I found out my brother who invited her, and had a gf at the time, had a huge crush on her and actually wanted to be in an ltr with her. So he broke up with his then gf 2 weeks after I boned the girl he actually liked, and made her his girlfriend, she was single when I had sex with her and my brother was in a relationship at the time so I was in the clear. I learned the lesson that you should go for the sale early and often, cause if you don't some other will end up fucking your girl.
I got more into pick up and game and I ended up hooking up with/fucking some other chicks. At which point some of my supposed friends started trash talking my technique just to cover up the fact they were pissed they weren't getting any. Anyway I kept struggling through college, I had to work my ass off just to pull Cs in my courses, and one semester I got Ds in 3 classes, its not a big deal now, but as a student your only indicator of anything really are your grades. My low grades held me back from a lot of opportunities but I did manage to get into sweet summer program in Braunschweig, Germany the summer after what would have been my original graduation year, and I even got a scholarship from one of the student organizations I belonged to so I would have funds. During that year I traveled to several countries, was exposed to good beer for the first time in my life, and the hotness that are Eastern European women.
During my super senior year I as actually able to improve my grades and make a little extra money by doing psychology experiments. During my super senior year the big question that kept me up was, what am I going to do after I graduate? The Great Recession just hit, and I had classmates who graduated in engineering and after an entire semester of failing to find work, they came back and did their masters. I liked Germany so much I wanted to go back. I applied to a few different programs but I got rejected from them. But an opportunity presented itself. About 2-3 months from graduation everyone in my specific engineering major received an email about a research opportunity in Berlin, Germany. Max it would last one year, and the catch was you had to be a student while you did it since technically it was an internship.
And that was the hard part, indicating I would be a student. The work I had done at my German internship the prior year applied to this new program, and I later found out that I HAD BEEN THE ONLY ONE TO APPLY FOR THIS AWESOME OPPORTUNITY!! Honestly, you get to live for one year in one of the coolest cities on earth, doing research at a well known research institute, and they even pay you enough to have a decent social life, in the middle of a fucking recession, and no one else had the balls to go for it. So the hard part was demonstrating I would be a student while I was apart of this Internship in Berlin.
I asked my advisers, would it be possible for the professors who do the masters program to say I am a student at the time to I would be accepted? They said no. I even looked at an alternate program that was a summer engineering program, but it required you to enroll in the classes and pay for them up front, so that was a no go. But I had made up my mind that I would go back to Germany, so instead of letting these failures stop me, I thought of alternate solutions until I realized there was an easy solution. I was still a student at the time, so I could enroll for regular summer courses without having to pay for them, and drop them before I would be required to attend or pay, and get an official document on University letterhead saying I would be a student. It worked, that document was what allowed me to accept my internship in Germany.
I graduated that summer, which knowing what I know now about the US education system seems a lot less impressive now. Anyway I went to my internship, with the goal of getting at least a paper published. This ended up happening, but I learned the lesson of not aiming low.
Social life was, by apartment was three blocks from a student run pub with cheap booze that a bunch of college girls always went to, and they always had Thursday night pub night as well as other events. Here I learned the importance of logistics.
Also, while living the in Berlin I got to see first hand the effects of multiculturalism. Fortunately the people in East Germany are more traditional and redpill, and it shows in their women, so they are perfectly fine being honest about their feelings regarding the mass immigration being inflicted upon them by their political class.
I also learned that Europeans, and Germans in particular will accept and befriend you so long as you are genuine and make an effort to learn their language(this second part really helps).
I want to take a moment to switch gears and discuss the 4 main girls that stood out during my Euro adventures. The first time I went to Europe I ran into a group of teens from Berlin. I met them in Amsterdam, we were staying at the same boat hostel. One of them was a Russian girl from Kazakhstan who was a quarter German. She fit the definition hot, crazy Russian chick to a tee. I met her through her friends. This was what our first conversation was like verbatim.
Her: I am Russian from Kazakhstan.
Me: So you are a Russian girl? That means you are crazy because all Russian girls are crazy right?
Her: Oh my God, you can't generalize like that!!...I mean I am crazy but not all Russian Girls™ are crazy!!!
Me: Do you not see how you just proved my point?
Later while we were alone she asked me if I was married. All after knowing her for less than 48 hours. She was 18 at the time. Nothing else needs to be said, and yes she was hot. All crazy Russian chicks are.
The next girl that stood out was an East German girl. I met her at a house party. The only reason I was at said house party was because my DJ friend was asked by the bday guy to DJ it. Anyway I show up cause why the fuck not? I was already pretty buzzed so I was not giving a whole lot of fucks. I kind of spaced out and realized I was staring at this chick for a while, we made eye contact, she looked away first and down. Turns out she overheard me speaking English and later she is all over me getting very close and touchy feely. Telling me I should call her Schatzi, which is a pet name in German, and she actually called me that too. Before I left the party she wanted to give me her number, so I let her program her number into my phone. She programmed it as [NAME] Geile Sau. Geile Sau is German slang for 'horny slut'. I later found out her boyfriend was actually at that party, sadly I fumbled with her and knowing what I know now would probably have done things differently.
I also have to mention my most embarrassing fuck up which was when I actually spent the night at a girl’s house, and slept in her bed, and didn't make a move. Recovering from the flu was no excuse. Feel free ridicule me in the responses, I deserve it, it’s the only way I will learn. I also ran into an Indonesian chick who was a bit chubby but her ginormous tits and attitude made up for it. Public groping for the win!
To this day I believe the most exotic flag I have acquired is the Latvian flag. Their population is 1.5 million? I met her at the student club where I ended up becoming a member and working there. Legally they could not pay you money, so they paid you in booze. And food. I accepted. Anyway, the night I met the Latvian girl was a karaoke night, and getting laid was the last thing I was singing about. I ran into her and we started talking. She was there with a friend. Later my friend started talking to them. While I was at the bar I see the three of them walking outside for a cigarette (what’s the saying about if a girls smokes she pokes?). While they walked behind me as they went outside to smoke, I felt my ass get grabbed, and as I turned around to look who it could have been, it was the Latvian girl who was closest to me as she was walking out. I knew it was on. When she came back inside we resumed our conversation. While I speaking to her she actually grabbed me by the back of the head and pulled me in, quite forcefully, and we started making out. If I was less experienced I probably would have thought I could take my time, probably would have waited, and lost the bang. So I pulled her to my place ASAP. We became fuck buddies, she usually brought me food or little gifts when we hung out together. FSU (including Easter German) women are superior to Western woman. AND they’ll deepthroat you without having to be asked.
When I had to renew my internship I had to go an alternate route to show I was a student, but I didn’t change my housing, or even take all my things home with me, or pass up a cheap return flight. Even though I didn’t know if I would be able to come back, I acted as if and I did.
While doing research at the institute I learned the importance of reflecting on your failures and trying again, get used to failure because it’s what the path to success and greatness is cobbled with. I also learned that academics are very possessive and jealous. If you are ever doing research under an academic, don’t let them know you wish to switch to industry until you get everything you want need from them. Fortunately the research I did managed to become published a year later. My last month there I had to train my replacement. A cute Polish girl with blue eyes and blonde hair that went down to her waist. Sadly the infection that is Western Leftism spreads far and quickly. Her facebook photos show she has hair that doesn’t even reach past her neck.
After this internship I went back to the states. I went to Peru for a while to visit some family. While there I got a job as an Environmental Engineer at a mining company. Unfortunately I was sent to the oldest mine they had, which was located at 4200 meters above sea level. Only 3 chicks my age were shockingly enough in spite of all the feminist bullshit talk you here about equality and empowerment. Up in the Sierra you don’t even see any mestizos, everyone is indigenous except maybe a few people. Domestic violence, woman on man included, is so widespread they have to put posters everywhere saying not to do it. People start families very early. It was not uncommon to see pregnant 18 year old girls with 2 kids already in tow. Needless to say that in the Sierra women hit the wall hard and they hit it early.
Also, any talk you hear about non-Western countries being collectivist or having some sort of ethnic solidarity is a lie. The largest town near the mining site had 2,000 people, was Evangelist and as a result they did not keep their traditions the way the Catholic communities had. Here are some prime examples of people fucking each other.
Case 1. The ring leader, let’s call him Droopy because of his resemblance to the cartoon character was one of three head honchos of one of the contracting companies we used. While they digging a trench an underground power line got cut and thus it left his own town of 2,000 without electricity or even heating. He didn’t say anything about it and we had to find out on our own. He was willing to let his own people go without electricity if it meant the main mining company would look bad. Let that sink in for a while.
Case 2. We did a competition where all the neighborhoods in this town would compete to see who could clean up the most trash and who could clean up their neighborhood the best. Long story the short the dirtier neighborhoods cheated by taking bags of trash that had already been weighed for other neighborhoods and had them reweighed as their own, all this for some plastic scoopers and brooms. After the competition the losing neighborhoods complained that they didn’t win anything but the other neighborhoods did, a clear cut example of tall poppy syndrome if I ever saw one. We had to hightail it out of there quickly, even the police chief and his local police force of five cops had to leave in order to avoid a potential angry lynch mob.
Case 3. Droopy who was in charge of taking ceramic holders from our chemical test lab for disposal, but he was actually taking them himself and melting them himself so he could take the trace gold for himself. You can say what’s the harm its probably not that much, but it was company property and if he was not doing anything wrong why did he go to such great lengths to conceal his actions? He did everything he could to get us to prevent us from taking it directly to our industrial smelter, he knew he was caught but he couldn’t speak up and say anything without outing himself.
Case 4. The contracting company would not pay for safety equipment for its employees, as a result you had workers in the lime storage working with protective gear that was six months old when it was only meant to last for one month tops.
Case 5. We had a general strike. Do not fuck around with mountain people when they are striking cause they beat the shit out of 3 guys from their town who refused to strike along with them.
Case 6. This one takes the take. We paid one of our contractors overtime for some work they did, it was a special one-time assignment involving out greenhouse. He told his colleagues about it and all of a sudden we got all these complaints from other workers that they were not getting paid their overtime. We explained to them that we pay the contracting company and then the contracting company has to pay them. We investigated and it turned out that Droopy and one of the other three people in charge of this company were withholding their own workers’ overtime pay without their consent, something that is hugely illegal in Peru. Needless to say when we explained this to the guy “in charge”, who also happened to be out of the loop, the expression on his face made him look like he was going to shit his heart out his asshole.
Now on to some of the lighter points. We were one of the few mining sites where we could drink, which kept boredom at bay and morale up somewhat. I also, got a girlfriend here, of all places. Fortunately she was cute and had nice curves. So the silver lining to work at a sausage fest on the ass end of earth was I got to bone with my chick after a hard day at work. However I would not recommend office romances, it’s just not worth it. Also, be careful with Latinas because they are both possessive, manipulative, and histrionic. She tried to break up with me, and the first time like an idiot I tried to keep the relationship together. She decided to stay with me after I told her that if she breaks up with me that’s it, and we are not getting back together. After I said that she called off the break up. However we ended up breaking up for real a few months later. Even though we were broken up she left her Facebook profile saying we were an item. When I emailed her saying it’s been a month now and we are still lying to everyone saying we are in a relationship and that she if she didn’t change it I would I got an angry email reply full of invective and saying she didn’t care and I could change it if that was the case. Yeah, she supposedly didn’t care and that’s the reason she got so angry, sureeee.
After we broke up my contract with the mining company had been up for a few months, I came back to the US and got a job doing complaint remediation for a biotech company that manufactures pacemakers. And to answer your next question, yes the corporate world is populated with as many cunty womyn as you think it is. In fact, my contract was supposed to go from August to at least December of the next year. I found out I was let go via an email from my recruiter the Saturday after Thanksgiving informing me Wednesday was my last day. Fortunately I had worked 13 hours the Monday through Wednesday so I was all right. I wasn’t gonna sit on my ass the weeks before Christmas doing nothing. Within a few days I found a job at a Christmas tree lot. Shit was exhausting as fuck but they paid cash, and I only had to only do it one day because I was accepted to work at Nordstrom.
I was only there for a few weeks but I managed to sell an above average amount so I would have some cash before heading to Peru for my Christmas/Summer vacation. I know retail is a shit job but it’s good for getting used to approaching strangers. Also, if you want to make friends quickly with a retail sales rep, tell a customer who is being a cunt to them to shut the fuck up. Some interesting anecdotes from my 2-week tenure are Nordstrom, we had girls comment that working with guys was way more chill and easygoing than working with girls. She was astounded that one male sales rep would give another male sales rep the go ahead to go for a potential customer. She stated that in an all-girl section if you snagged the customer of another girl she would actually pull you aside later to bitch at you in private. Comradery is a male thing. Also, when a superior or someone with power calls you out on something, stand your motherfucking ground. I’ll give a prime example. The first day I would be selling me and two other sales reps ate at the restaurant on the top floor that was in the store. I had them give me the cash then I paid with my card and used my sales rep discount. I left a smaller tip because it took a long time for us to be served. About 20 minutes later I get a call from the manager of the restaurant giving me shit about leaving a small tip. I told him that we were pressed for time and it took longer for us to be served by the waiter. They asked me if I felt comfortable leaving such a small tip. I said yes I did feel comfortable leaving such a small tip, and that I also felt justified in doing so. After that he had nothing else to say and the issue was never brought up to me again by him or anyone else. Standing your ground pays off.
Anyway, after this I went to Peru and I stayed there longer than I should on wild goose chases thinking me and my buddy would be able to close some deals selling iron, or mining properties or whatever crazy shit we thought was hot that week. During that time I learned to see through people’s bullshit, always get everything in writing, go for the sale early and often, don’t give anyone any money up front ever, and tell them to show you the money. One interesting anecdote that I will share because it involves a woman’s hypergamy.
One of the deals we tried to close involved selling some old Chines Farmer’s bonds. The woman who was going to sell them to us lied about the guy who owned them being her cousin, whatever. However, she ended up getting fucked by friend. He thought I didn’t know but I saw them making out at the Starcucks where we were waiting for her “cousin”. Anyway, I went to her birthday party where I meet here fiancé who she was going to marry in a few months. Yeahhh, also she had 3 kids and an older mom she was taking care of, so her fiancé can really pick the winners. Also, she would regularly con people out of money and I later heard a rumor she might have AIDS, shit ain’t my problem and she brought it upon herself.
After this unpleasantness I came back to the good ole’ US of Merica. I had an interview for another biotech company. I received a call two weeks later giving me my start date. In the mean time I was doing online work from home, which tided me over while I was waiting. However, I got a call about a week before my supposed start date, telling me my start date was to be postponed by a week and a half. No big deal. THEN, I get an email from my future supervisor saying that they had to rescind the job offer because the money they thought they would have was no longer available. Riiiight, a biotech company with billions in revenue somehow lost the money it thought it would have for a new position. This shit probably happens all the time. Anyway I decided not to let it get me down, and kept up the job hunt. I also went to music festival. Of course, when I bought the tickets I didn’t realize “music festival” was code for rave. It’s something everyone should check out at least once in their life just to see what its about. I would say 70-80% of the people who go are 18-24, and its either 50-50 or 60-40 girls to guys. Also, the most common dress for these things seem to be furry boots, tutus and bikinis. You won’t see that many fat chicks here but will see A LOT of weird shit, so be prepared. The higher price point also does a good job of keeping the riff raff out. Also it will give an insight into what the future holds since so many younger people go. I made some new friends there by letting them cut in front of me because they had to drop a deuce. I will get back to them in a second.
A few weeks after I had had my original job offer rescinded I received another email saying that the job was open again, but since my drug test had expired by one day I had to retake my drug test. The same week I received another email from a recruiting agency for a position involving my German Language skills, this job offered better benefits and was for a better company. I didn’t know if anything would come of it since I had been offered similar positions from Indian race troll recruiters who rerouted their calls through a New Jersey phone number. If you are looking for a job and get a call from an Indian recruiter who’s area code is in New Jersey, just hang up the phone because they are incompetent as fuck. This other recruiting agency, from Massachusetts, contacted me on a Wednesday by email asking for my resume, which I sent them that same day. I received a call from them the next day, Thursday, telling me I would have an interview on Friday. On Monday I had been told that I got the job. What Indian recruiters couldn’t do in two months time, this MA recruiter accomplished within less than a week.
Now the wrinkle was that I had two job offers at once. The biotech job offer was more interesting to me but they hadn’t given me a start date yet. The German Language job was for a better company but it was unrelated to my major/career, but they had given me a start date. I called up the recruiters for the biotech job, and even though I had another job I could accept, had had the job offer rescinded, and passed a prior drug test, I basically had to pull their teeth in order for them to let me start. They would let me take the drug test later in the week, and they told me that my start date would be the next day.
At that moment when I was calling the German Language job to tell them that I had already accepted another job offer I thought of all the times the world had served me a shit sandwich, of all the times I had been treated like dirt by a past employer, of the fact that for this biotech job they had rescinded the job offer once already before finally hiring me. So I decided that I was going to accept the other position, the German Language job, as well, work at the biotech company until the start date for my other job, and on my last day send a letter to as many higher ups as possible making the most the ridiculous demands in exchange for passing up the other position, and telling them I would quit if they did not acquiesce. While working at the biotech company I found out the position I had opened up because someone else on the team left for another position at another company, many people talked about how political the company was and to watch out for certain people. Red flags left and right basically. However the worst part was probably the fact that I had to work with a young Vietnamese woman who was one year younger than me but already a mom, she worked 5AM-2PM each day because of her child. She was pretty aggravating and for some reason thought it was okay to raise her voice at me.
Anyway, I got a call from the German Language job and they told me that my start date had been pushed up two weeks and I had to start then or I would not be starting at all. So I got my letter ready, wrote down the names of everyone who had their own office, Division Directors, VPs, those types of positions, because I was going to put this shit on blast. The day I was going to send out my ultimatum to everyone I was having second thoughts, plus I was also tired as I left the office the night before after 8pm because I was prepping stuff for the next day plus finishing some corporate stuff about how not to be corrupt when working for the biotech industry. Here’s a fun fact, IT’S NOT WORKING!!! I showed up before 8AM, I think to myself I that I might feel a little bad leaving these guys twisting in the wind, especially since they needed to make 300+ liters of solution for the next week. However my second thoughts disappeared faster than an 18 year old girls anal/gangbang virginity at a college football team’s victory party. As soon as I walk into the lab all of the glassware had already been used and so we needed to clean more, and the Vietnamese chick just starts laying into me about how much of a shitty job I’m doing, how I don’t care about my job, that since I don’t care I should go find another job, blah blah blah.
Here’s a protip, if its someone else’s job to make your job easier, and you are going to tell them to fuck off and find a new job, you had better make damn sure that they don’t already have another job lined up. After the high pitched, heavily accented yellout that I received in broken English, I thought to myself, if you stay and finish the day with this woman who doesn’t give enough of a shit about you to treat you with respect, you are a little bitch and deserve whatever shit gets heaped on to you. Since it was not even 9am I decided to email my letter out right then and there and then just go home and take a personal day. Needless to say I was let go but I didn’t give a fuck because I learned a bunch of stuff about manufacturing, even if it was only during a two week session. Now I work at a better company with better pay and benefits.
Some wisdom I would like to pass on, about various topics.
WOMEN
-There is no limit to what a woman will do sexually if you turn her on enough.
-Women will always be able to shock you with their nastiness, deception, and disloyalty. They always maintain the ability to outdo themselves.
-Women cannot be controlled, only limited.
-It is easier to ask for forgiveness than permission.
-The sting of an approach not made will always be worse than the temporary failure of a botched approach.
-We don’t live in a traditional world anymore. There are 7 billion+ people in the world, there will always be more than 50% women, even if it is only 50.001%. Treat women accordingly.
-A woman can only reject you once. Ultimately this is one of the greatest powers she has over you. Even if you get rejected when approaching, you reduce the amount of power she has over you.
-Every rejection makes you stronger.
-Never let a woman reject you more than once.
-Women will rationalize anything to themselves if it makes them feel good.
-You can feed a woman rationalizations to get what you want more easily.
-Women have no sense of accountability.
-Women only recognize something as a problem when it begins to affect them personally.
-Women are more obsessed with sex more than men because they know it is their greatest and only source of true power. Also, look at how much time they spend on makeup, hair product and nice clothes.
-Women prefer an uncaring halfassed lover preoccupied with his own pleasure over a caring beta who attends to their every need.
-If you are unable, or even worse, unwilling to make a girl cry you will never be able to elicit the strong emotions necessary to receive her affection.
-Be prepared to walk away from a woman at any moment for any reason and never be in contact with her again. This is how you will maintain hand/your sanity.
-All women are interchangeable and replaceable when you get down to it.
-Women will do everything they can to control you. The more you thwart them, the more they will want you. The more you acquiesce, the sooner they will look to replace you.
-Because nothing with women is guaranteed, and their nature is so fickle, the only thing you have total control over yourself, therefore the highest goal is to always act like the man you wish to become and not take any shit from anyone or compromise. Hence the importance of approaching, an abundance mentality, and being willing to walk away.
-Men get the women they deserve, and women get the men they deserve.
-Don’t bother over analyzing anything a woman does or says. You either got the bang or you didn’t.
-Women hold the keys to sex, men hold the keys to commitment. Guess which is harder to acquire in today’s world.
-A girl with a boyfriend will have no compunction demanding that you strap her into a straight-jacket with two hours of meeting her. Also, I may or may not have a straightjacket fetish now.
-99% of the time, boyfriends are for show, and no real obstacle/threat.
-99% of all tattoos/piercings have been cummed on.
-All women are like that.
LIFE IN GENERAL
-The biggest lie believed right now is that someone who is not you will want/know what is best for you better than you do. You know what is best for yourself, and no one will want for you what you want for yourself as much as you. That is why you have to be about you more than anyone else, because no one else will do it for you.
-Knowledge is Power. You can accomplish anything you set your mind to. If this does not simultaneously fill you with wonder, excitement, hope and terror, then you do not understand their full implications.
-Your life can change on a dime, and you can initiate this change if you have the will to do so.
-Success is not only a journey who’s path is paved with failure, it is a decision you make to not let anything discourage you or get in your way. Don’t believe me? Read up on Colonel Sander’s life.
-Whatever you do, be the best at it and there is no limit to what you can accomplish. Again see Colonel Sanders.
-If you wish to be successful in anything, prepare to be hated.
-Only take advice from someone if they meet one of these four requirements.
1. They have accomplished what you wish to accomplish.
2. They will be affected by the outcome of your actions.
3. They are actively helping you.
4. They have tried what you have tried.
-The best time to start was a year ago. The second best time is now.
-Refuse to back down, and you will be surprised how quickly the other person gives up.
-Persistence will take you farther than skill, raw talent, or even luck. In fact persistence is how you can most easily create luck for yourself.
-Consistency is Persistence’s twin.
-Champions are made when no one is looking.
-Greatness is impossible without obsession.
-Your life is the product of your actions and no one else’s.
-Countries/cities/neighborhoods are the products of their inhabitants. So if a certain place is a shithole, you know who is responsible.
-People get the leaders they deserve.
-Opportunity does not knock, it stumbles around blindly hoping someone will guide it.
-Who you think you are, and who you were are not who you have to be.
-Not trying is worse than giving up, and giving up is worse than failing.
-Unless you have proof, everything is just an assumption. This applies double to your limiting beliefs.
-Actions will always speak louder than words, and reveal the hypocrisy of others, as well as their greatest weaknesses.
-If someone doesn’t care about something that affects them, then you have no reason to care about it for them.
-Anything that can be measured can be improved. Anything that cannot be measured has associated metrics. Metrics can be measured.
-Everything begins with a single first step.
-Momentum and inertia are two of the most powerful forces in the universe, use them to your advantage.
-If you want to achieve your goals make them measurable, verifiable, set a deadline, and keep track of your progress. Always keep track, even if you have to right down zero for the day.
-Assume the sale. Go for the sale early. Go for the sale often.
-Make hay while the sun is up. Use whatever advantage you have in the moment to the fullest.
-Do not confuse the steps necessary to achieve your goal, or symbols of your goal for the goal itself.
-It’s called Game because it is supposed to be fun and enjoyable. If you cannot derive any enjoyment from simply practicing the Game itself, you need to change your Game.
-It is easier to change and improve yourself than it is to change the world.
-You have the power to create the life you want to live, and be the person you want to be.
-You already have everything you need to begin your journey to accomplish everything you want.
-This is the easiest/fastest to implement and has the most immediate/far reaching benefits. People will treat you according to how you are dressed. The better dressed you are the more you can get away with and people will give you the benefit of the doubt and assume the best about you more frequently. Also, it’s one less thing to worry about.
I know this was long, God knows it took me a while to write it, but I hope this was helpful and entertaining. I feel this was mostly for my one benefit because now that I have articulated this I no longer have to carry this weight.
Stay awesome, everybody!!!
I am writing this in part as catharsis, and also because I hope that some of the younger guys will read it and be able to glean something useful from it, considering I have been through many of the things they have been through or will go through.
A little bit of background on myself, I went to school on the East Coast(America), grew up on the West Coast, I have worked in the US, Europe and South America, I have done research/laboratory work and had it published, and I have also worked in a run down mine at 4,200 meters above sea level that hasn't had its infrastructure renewed since the '70s. I'm a black belt in Tae Kwon Do, and I went to an all male high school. I've had one night stands, fuck buddies, girlfriends and office romances. I won't claim to have as much experience or skill as the rest of the illustrious contributors to this forum, but the more I reflect on my life the more I realize how particular my experiences have been, and that is one the main reasons I feel compelled to share what I have experienced. So buckle up cause this will be a long but hopefully entertaining/informative read.
I will start with the most pertinent part, how I got my heart broken at a young age. It was around the 7th grade-ish, I can't remember exactly, but we had a new student join our class that year, she was a red-headed Irish girl, and she sat next to me for most of the school year. I ended up having a huge crush on her. I asked her to be my Valentine that year, and being the little unenlightened boy I was I brought her little treats everyday, candy and what not, until she eventually told me I didn't have to, that's how brainwashed I was. In fact it was this brainwashing combined with my inexperience that led me to believe and carry out telling her that I liked her, and then running away on the last day of school.
Anyway, I kept at it even though in retrospect I know better now. That year during our Christmas program(remember those? Schools used to have them before even the Catholic Schools became leftist indoctrination camps) I gave her a giant stuffed Snoopy for Christmas as a present and since she was a huge Snoopy fan, thinking it would win her over. In the 8th grade I asked her again to be my Valentine and she said no and that she didn't feel the way I did. I felt bad for a few days but eventually I got over it, and it was good that this happened because in a way it was set me on the path that I have walked all these years, where slowly I have had to unlearn all the lies I was taught as truth.
The sting was still there but I eventually stopped feeling anything for her, even before I went to high school. During the 8th grade I was going through one of those bullshit "I'm an atheist/agnostic now, but at the same time I am not going to tell anyone about it or really think about the implications of my worldview" phase. It took a very difficult and drawn out family crisis for me to come back to God. As I mentioned went to an all male school. It was a private school so you had to apply to it, which meant the possibility of rejection. I believe including that including myself 8 boys from our class applied, 6 were accepted and 4 attended, including myself. I will get into high school, but first I want to say a little something about bettering yourself, and how other people usually react to this.
I had a friend for a brief while. It was during my atheist phase, he was an atheist and let everyone know it, somehow we bonded over the same books we read and we were friends for a short while. This guy was fat, lazy, thin-skinned, and naturally intelligent. A losing combination. Anyway the long and short of it was that he was really possessive, because he did not have many friends, and also an asshole(the loser reaction dependent kind, not the aloof kind that lizards want to bang) to everyone, even his friends and family. Thing was, his parents were loaded, his mom was a divorce lawyer and she made less than the husband, yet he never seemed like he took advantage of his family's financial resources to better himself. And the cats. Dear God the cats. This was family of four living in one house along with 15-20 fucking cats. You walked into the living room, you and everything you brought with would be covered in cat dander in 5-10 minutes tops, fucking disgusting.
Anyway, he wanted to go to the same high school as I did because it was well funded, and had a lot of opportunities. However, combined with his shit work ethic, know-it-all arrogance, and poor coping skills, he didn't have the grades to get in, and got rejected. I was accepted. Once it became obvious he wanted to be the same person as before, while I was intent on bettering myself, he became very resentful. I got back in to Tae Kwon Do(I stopped for ~3 years and made it to the belt right before black belt then I stopped), and was more interested in playing sports and with other kids during recess than talking about books and video games. This pissed him off but there was fuck all he could do about. This was my first experience where the desire for and ability to improve myself resulted in someone else hating me. Chalk it up to crabs-in-a-bucket syndrome.
Anyway I entered high school and it was a nice change pace considering it was the first time I EVER HAD A MALE TEACHER. Seriously, all my teachers from kindergarten to 8th grade were women, they were either school marms, bitchy I-want-to-change the world types fresh out of school, and yes even a divorced single mom.
Even though it was an all male high school it was a great experience because you didn't have to deal with the regular bullshit of a coed high school, we had a higher status in the eyes of the local high school girls, and our mixers/dances only let guys in from our school, but girls from ANY high school were free to attend. Needless to say this resulted in quite favorable girl to guy ratios, and I have yet to see anything that matches said ratio. It still took me a while to get used to it though and I actually didn’t start grinding until I was a JUNIOR thanks to my friend, but the dam broke and after that I couldn’t get enough grinding until I got desensitized to it
Here the indoctrination was not yet present but it was probably one of the incubators for it as we had a gay-straight student group, as a well as a social justice student group (before the term social justice wanker became well known).
Here is where I realized I was more interested in science than "English" and literature classes, and I was fortunate enough that they had the advance science and AP courses that I ended up taking. During this time I practiced Tae Kwon Do outside of high school, and did Speech and Debate at my high school, I went to the state tournament my junior year.
By participating in Forensics I learned how to be a public speaker, which I find to be a very useful skill, even though I still experience stage fright, but nothing compared to when I first began. During my junior year and the summer prior to it I did the 9 month long Tae Kwon Do black belt training which involved a two hour training session on Monday and Wednesday, as well training every Saturday morning from 7:30AM-9AM. I did this all while participating in Speech and Debate and taking US History AP, Biology AP and Precalculus Honors. It was tough and exhausting, but if there is one thing I could change about myself right now it would be to regain that passion and dedication that I had during my Junior of High school which allowed me to ace two AP tests, get my black belt and qualify to the State championships for Speech and Debate during my High School Junior year.
However I felt a huge burnout once I reached my senior year, wasn't as dedicated as before and stopped participating in Tae Kwon Do as frequently as I used to. In fact it got to the point where I almost failed Calculus AB. However I managed to get a B+ first semester and an A second semester. My teacher was not even willing to sign the form that said he believe I would get a 3 on the Calc AB AP test so I could pay $35 instead of $85 for the test. I ended up getting a 4 on the test (out of 5).
I had applied to several universities, way too many in retrospect and too many of them Early decision/early action. I thought I was going to go to one of the better state schools in my state, but 3 weeks before graduation one of the better universities I had been waitlisted at accepted me into their engineering program, and they were going to give me much more financial aid. More money, more resources, the choice was easy.
When I started though it had been my first time on the east coast, let alone by myself. No parental supervision, hundreds of miles from home, and very large Greek system with nothing else to do in our college town except drink. I went overboard. I didn't apply myself, I became a straight C student and considered myself lucky at that considering how difficult our engineering program was known to be, but it didn't help either that I joined a fraternity my second semester. I lasted one semester, my second semester grades tanked even worse, and I got a get out of jail free by taking the medical leave of absence due to "psychological" duress. God bless the sensitive, over emotional spastic colon that is the American Education System.
Basically I had to leave the university for one semester, and attend a state school back home where I would make up for lost time by retaking the difficult classes I fucked up, and or taking different courses to make progress. I took a language class at a community to get one of my electives out of the way, and I took Micro Econ, Linear Algebra and first level Engineering Physics. I will admit I did not have much of a social life during this semester, but I did exercise and run each day(Yeah I know, BOO Cardio!!), but I lost a lot of weight which was good. During this time I had to see a counselor as part of my medical leave, but it was good for me because it allowed me to reflect, the guy wasn't some dirty hippy liberal(He was pretty red pill even if he didn't know it) and those sessions helped me realize that I did want to return to my university, up until that point I had not verbalized it even to myself, so for a while I had no direction and was just going through the motions.
After the counseling and I had done a phone interview with the university counselor, I was cleared to re-enroll at the university. Problem was, this was for the second semester, on the east coast. Meaning I would be starting in December, dead of winter, and our fraternity had to do rush week. My own father told me it might be better to wait another semester so as not to be "defeated by winter like Napoleon". I decided it was better to not lose any more time so I ignored my father's advice and comments, and went back that same semester. I didn't drink at all during rush week, which helped because I didn't have to deal with massive hangovers the way everyone else did. However the Saturday after rush week ends officially and its our fraternity's tradition to go to the same Chinese restaurant we do every year, I did drink, did wine stands and what not, and got really drunk really fast.
At the party I didn't really know any of the girls there, I only recognized one from my P.E. class during the first semester, she had been invited by one of my brothers, more on that later. Any way I started talking to her, kino'd her(Yeah, the prior semesters I had gotten into pick up so I knew some stuff but not much). We played beer pong together. It was at that moment I realized, I knew everything I had to do up until you get a girl in your room, and that I knew what to do afterwards. I realized right then and there that I had to close the deal. I managed to get her up into my room by telling her we should play a drinking game while we watched Fight Club. It was the end of rush week and we had a bunch of cheap champagne. Bitches love champagne. Even if its cheap, I swear their palates probably couldn't tell the difference between burger and filet mignon.
So I got her up to my room, popped the Fight Club DVD into my laptop and turned the lights off. That night I lost my virginity, one week before my 20th birthday. However, some drama ensued as I found out my brother who invited her, and had a gf at the time, had a huge crush on her and actually wanted to be in an ltr with her. So he broke up with his then gf 2 weeks after I boned the girl he actually liked, and made her his girlfriend, she was single when I had sex with her and my brother was in a relationship at the time so I was in the clear. I learned the lesson that you should go for the sale early and often, cause if you don't some other will end up fucking your girl.
I got more into pick up and game and I ended up hooking up with/fucking some other chicks. At which point some of my supposed friends started trash talking my technique just to cover up the fact they were pissed they weren't getting any. Anyway I kept struggling through college, I had to work my ass off just to pull Cs in my courses, and one semester I got Ds in 3 classes, its not a big deal now, but as a student your only indicator of anything really are your grades. My low grades held me back from a lot of opportunities but I did manage to get into sweet summer program in Braunschweig, Germany the summer after what would have been my original graduation year, and I even got a scholarship from one of the student organizations I belonged to so I would have funds. During that year I traveled to several countries, was exposed to good beer for the first time in my life, and the hotness that are Eastern European women.
During my super senior year I as actually able to improve my grades and make a little extra money by doing psychology experiments. During my super senior year the big question that kept me up was, what am I going to do after I graduate? The Great Recession just hit, and I had classmates who graduated in engineering and after an entire semester of failing to find work, they came back and did their masters. I liked Germany so much I wanted to go back. I applied to a few different programs but I got rejected from them. But an opportunity presented itself. About 2-3 months from graduation everyone in my specific engineering major received an email about a research opportunity in Berlin, Germany. Max it would last one year, and the catch was you had to be a student while you did it since technically it was an internship.
And that was the hard part, indicating I would be a student. The work I had done at my German internship the prior year applied to this new program, and I later found out that I HAD BEEN THE ONLY ONE TO APPLY FOR THIS AWESOME OPPORTUNITY!! Honestly, you get to live for one year in one of the coolest cities on earth, doing research at a well known research institute, and they even pay you enough to have a decent social life, in the middle of a fucking recession, and no one else had the balls to go for it. So the hard part was demonstrating I would be a student while I was apart of this Internship in Berlin.
I asked my advisers, would it be possible for the professors who do the masters program to say I am a student at the time to I would be accepted? They said no. I even looked at an alternate program that was a summer engineering program, but it required you to enroll in the classes and pay for them up front, so that was a no go. But I had made up my mind that I would go back to Germany, so instead of letting these failures stop me, I thought of alternate solutions until I realized there was an easy solution. I was still a student at the time, so I could enroll for regular summer courses without having to pay for them, and drop them before I would be required to attend or pay, and get an official document on University letterhead saying I would be a student. It worked, that document was what allowed me to accept my internship in Germany.
I graduated that summer, which knowing what I know now about the US education system seems a lot less impressive now. Anyway I went to my internship, with the goal of getting at least a paper published. This ended up happening, but I learned the lesson of not aiming low.
Social life was, by apartment was three blocks from a student run pub with cheap booze that a bunch of college girls always went to, and they always had Thursday night pub night as well as other events. Here I learned the importance of logistics.
Also, while living the in Berlin I got to see first hand the effects of multiculturalism. Fortunately the people in East Germany are more traditional and redpill, and it shows in their women, so they are perfectly fine being honest about their feelings regarding the mass immigration being inflicted upon them by their political class.
I also learned that Europeans, and Germans in particular will accept and befriend you so long as you are genuine and make an effort to learn their language(this second part really helps).
I want to take a moment to switch gears and discuss the 4 main girls that stood out during my Euro adventures. The first time I went to Europe I ran into a group of teens from Berlin. I met them in Amsterdam, we were staying at the same boat hostel. One of them was a Russian girl from Kazakhstan who was a quarter German. She fit the definition hot, crazy Russian chick to a tee. I met her through her friends. This was what our first conversation was like verbatim.
Her: I am Russian from Kazakhstan.
Me: So you are a Russian girl? That means you are crazy because all Russian girls are crazy right?
Her: Oh my God, you can't generalize like that!!...I mean I am crazy but not all Russian Girls™ are crazy!!!
Me: Do you not see how you just proved my point?
Later while we were alone she asked me if I was married. All after knowing her for less than 48 hours. She was 18 at the time. Nothing else needs to be said, and yes she was hot. All crazy Russian chicks are.
The next girl that stood out was an East German girl. I met her at a house party. The only reason I was at said house party was because my DJ friend was asked by the bday guy to DJ it. Anyway I show up cause why the fuck not? I was already pretty buzzed so I was not giving a whole lot of fucks. I kind of spaced out and realized I was staring at this chick for a while, we made eye contact, she looked away first and down. Turns out she overheard me speaking English and later she is all over me getting very close and touchy feely. Telling me I should call her Schatzi, which is a pet name in German, and she actually called me that too. Before I left the party she wanted to give me her number, so I let her program her number into my phone. She programmed it as [NAME] Geile Sau. Geile Sau is German slang for 'horny slut'. I later found out her boyfriend was actually at that party, sadly I fumbled with her and knowing what I know now would probably have done things differently.
I also have to mention my most embarrassing fuck up which was when I actually spent the night at a girl’s house, and slept in her bed, and didn't make a move. Recovering from the flu was no excuse. Feel free ridicule me in the responses, I deserve it, it’s the only way I will learn. I also ran into an Indonesian chick who was a bit chubby but her ginormous tits and attitude made up for it. Public groping for the win!
To this day I believe the most exotic flag I have acquired is the Latvian flag. Their population is 1.5 million? I met her at the student club where I ended up becoming a member and working there. Legally they could not pay you money, so they paid you in booze. And food. I accepted. Anyway, the night I met the Latvian girl was a karaoke night, and getting laid was the last thing I was singing about. I ran into her and we started talking. She was there with a friend. Later my friend started talking to them. While I was at the bar I see the three of them walking outside for a cigarette (what’s the saying about if a girls smokes she pokes?). While they walked behind me as they went outside to smoke, I felt my ass get grabbed, and as I turned around to look who it could have been, it was the Latvian girl who was closest to me as she was walking out. I knew it was on. When she came back inside we resumed our conversation. While I speaking to her she actually grabbed me by the back of the head and pulled me in, quite forcefully, and we started making out. If I was less experienced I probably would have thought I could take my time, probably would have waited, and lost the bang. So I pulled her to my place ASAP. We became fuck buddies, she usually brought me food or little gifts when we hung out together. FSU (including Easter German) women are superior to Western woman. AND they’ll deepthroat you without having to be asked.
When I had to renew my internship I had to go an alternate route to show I was a student, but I didn’t change my housing, or even take all my things home with me, or pass up a cheap return flight. Even though I didn’t know if I would be able to come back, I acted as if and I did.
While doing research at the institute I learned the importance of reflecting on your failures and trying again, get used to failure because it’s what the path to success and greatness is cobbled with. I also learned that academics are very possessive and jealous. If you are ever doing research under an academic, don’t let them know you wish to switch to industry until you get everything you want need from them. Fortunately the research I did managed to become published a year later. My last month there I had to train my replacement. A cute Polish girl with blue eyes and blonde hair that went down to her waist. Sadly the infection that is Western Leftism spreads far and quickly. Her facebook photos show she has hair that doesn’t even reach past her neck.
After this internship I went back to the states. I went to Peru for a while to visit some family. While there I got a job as an Environmental Engineer at a mining company. Unfortunately I was sent to the oldest mine they had, which was located at 4200 meters above sea level. Only 3 chicks my age were shockingly enough in spite of all the feminist bullshit talk you here about equality and empowerment. Up in the Sierra you don’t even see any mestizos, everyone is indigenous except maybe a few people. Domestic violence, woman on man included, is so widespread they have to put posters everywhere saying not to do it. People start families very early. It was not uncommon to see pregnant 18 year old girls with 2 kids already in tow. Needless to say that in the Sierra women hit the wall hard and they hit it early.
Also, any talk you hear about non-Western countries being collectivist or having some sort of ethnic solidarity is a lie. The largest town near the mining site had 2,000 people, was Evangelist and as a result they did not keep their traditions the way the Catholic communities had. Here are some prime examples of people fucking each other.
Case 1. The ring leader, let’s call him Droopy because of his resemblance to the cartoon character was one of three head honchos of one of the contracting companies we used. While they digging a trench an underground power line got cut and thus it left his own town of 2,000 without electricity or even heating. He didn’t say anything about it and we had to find out on our own. He was willing to let his own people go without electricity if it meant the main mining company would look bad. Let that sink in for a while.
Case 2. We did a competition where all the neighborhoods in this town would compete to see who could clean up the most trash and who could clean up their neighborhood the best. Long story the short the dirtier neighborhoods cheated by taking bags of trash that had already been weighed for other neighborhoods and had them reweighed as their own, all this for some plastic scoopers and brooms. After the competition the losing neighborhoods complained that they didn’t win anything but the other neighborhoods did, a clear cut example of tall poppy syndrome if I ever saw one. We had to hightail it out of there quickly, even the police chief and his local police force of five cops had to leave in order to avoid a potential angry lynch mob.
Case 3. Droopy who was in charge of taking ceramic holders from our chemical test lab for disposal, but he was actually taking them himself and melting them himself so he could take the trace gold for himself. You can say what’s the harm its probably not that much, but it was company property and if he was not doing anything wrong why did he go to such great lengths to conceal his actions? He did everything he could to get us to prevent us from taking it directly to our industrial smelter, he knew he was caught but he couldn’t speak up and say anything without outing himself.
Case 4. The contracting company would not pay for safety equipment for its employees, as a result you had workers in the lime storage working with protective gear that was six months old when it was only meant to last for one month tops.
Case 5. We had a general strike. Do not fuck around with mountain people when they are striking cause they beat the shit out of 3 guys from their town who refused to strike along with them.
Case 6. This one takes the take. We paid one of our contractors overtime for some work they did, it was a special one-time assignment involving out greenhouse. He told his colleagues about it and all of a sudden we got all these complaints from other workers that they were not getting paid their overtime. We explained to them that we pay the contracting company and then the contracting company has to pay them. We investigated and it turned out that Droopy and one of the other three people in charge of this company were withholding their own workers’ overtime pay without their consent, something that is hugely illegal in Peru. Needless to say when we explained this to the guy “in charge”, who also happened to be out of the loop, the expression on his face made him look like he was going to shit his heart out his asshole.
Now on to some of the lighter points. We were one of the few mining sites where we could drink, which kept boredom at bay and morale up somewhat. I also, got a girlfriend here, of all places. Fortunately she was cute and had nice curves. So the silver lining to work at a sausage fest on the ass end of earth was I got to bone with my chick after a hard day at work. However I would not recommend office romances, it’s just not worth it. Also, be careful with Latinas because they are both possessive, manipulative, and histrionic. She tried to break up with me, and the first time like an idiot I tried to keep the relationship together. She decided to stay with me after I told her that if she breaks up with me that’s it, and we are not getting back together. After I said that she called off the break up. However we ended up breaking up for real a few months later. Even though we were broken up she left her Facebook profile saying we were an item. When I emailed her saying it’s been a month now and we are still lying to everyone saying we are in a relationship and that she if she didn’t change it I would I got an angry email reply full of invective and saying she didn’t care and I could change it if that was the case. Yeah, she supposedly didn’t care and that’s the reason she got so angry, sureeee.
After we broke up my contract with the mining company had been up for a few months, I came back to the US and got a job doing complaint remediation for a biotech company that manufactures pacemakers. And to answer your next question, yes the corporate world is populated with as many cunty womyn as you think it is. In fact, my contract was supposed to go from August to at least December of the next year. I found out I was let go via an email from my recruiter the Saturday after Thanksgiving informing me Wednesday was my last day. Fortunately I had worked 13 hours the Monday through Wednesday so I was all right. I wasn’t gonna sit on my ass the weeks before Christmas doing nothing. Within a few days I found a job at a Christmas tree lot. Shit was exhausting as fuck but they paid cash, and I only had to only do it one day because I was accepted to work at Nordstrom.
I was only there for a few weeks but I managed to sell an above average amount so I would have some cash before heading to Peru for my Christmas/Summer vacation. I know retail is a shit job but it’s good for getting used to approaching strangers. Also, if you want to make friends quickly with a retail sales rep, tell a customer who is being a cunt to them to shut the fuck up. Some interesting anecdotes from my 2-week tenure are Nordstrom, we had girls comment that working with guys was way more chill and easygoing than working with girls. She was astounded that one male sales rep would give another male sales rep the go ahead to go for a potential customer. She stated that in an all-girl section if you snagged the customer of another girl she would actually pull you aside later to bitch at you in private. Comradery is a male thing. Also, when a superior or someone with power calls you out on something, stand your motherfucking ground. I’ll give a prime example. The first day I would be selling me and two other sales reps ate at the restaurant on the top floor that was in the store. I had them give me the cash then I paid with my card and used my sales rep discount. I left a smaller tip because it took a long time for us to be served. About 20 minutes later I get a call from the manager of the restaurant giving me shit about leaving a small tip. I told him that we were pressed for time and it took longer for us to be served by the waiter. They asked me if I felt comfortable leaving such a small tip. I said yes I did feel comfortable leaving such a small tip, and that I also felt justified in doing so. After that he had nothing else to say and the issue was never brought up to me again by him or anyone else. Standing your ground pays off.
Anyway, after this I went to Peru and I stayed there longer than I should on wild goose chases thinking me and my buddy would be able to close some deals selling iron, or mining properties or whatever crazy shit we thought was hot that week. During that time I learned to see through people’s bullshit, always get everything in writing, go for the sale early and often, don’t give anyone any money up front ever, and tell them to show you the money. One interesting anecdote that I will share because it involves a woman’s hypergamy.
One of the deals we tried to close involved selling some old Chines Farmer’s bonds. The woman who was going to sell them to us lied about the guy who owned them being her cousin, whatever. However, she ended up getting fucked by friend. He thought I didn’t know but I saw them making out at the Starcucks where we were waiting for her “cousin”. Anyway, I went to her birthday party where I meet here fiancé who she was going to marry in a few months. Yeahhh, also she had 3 kids and an older mom she was taking care of, so her fiancé can really pick the winners. Also, she would regularly con people out of money and I later heard a rumor she might have AIDS, shit ain’t my problem and she brought it upon herself.
After this unpleasantness I came back to the good ole’ US of Merica. I had an interview for another biotech company. I received a call two weeks later giving me my start date. In the mean time I was doing online work from home, which tided me over while I was waiting. However, I got a call about a week before my supposed start date, telling me my start date was to be postponed by a week and a half. No big deal. THEN, I get an email from my future supervisor saying that they had to rescind the job offer because the money they thought they would have was no longer available. Riiiight, a biotech company with billions in revenue somehow lost the money it thought it would have for a new position. This shit probably happens all the time. Anyway I decided not to let it get me down, and kept up the job hunt. I also went to music festival. Of course, when I bought the tickets I didn’t realize “music festival” was code for rave. It’s something everyone should check out at least once in their life just to see what its about. I would say 70-80% of the people who go are 18-24, and its either 50-50 or 60-40 girls to guys. Also, the most common dress for these things seem to be furry boots, tutus and bikinis. You won’t see that many fat chicks here but will see A LOT of weird shit, so be prepared. The higher price point also does a good job of keeping the riff raff out. Also it will give an insight into what the future holds since so many younger people go. I made some new friends there by letting them cut in front of me because they had to drop a deuce. I will get back to them in a second.
A few weeks after I had had my original job offer rescinded I received another email saying that the job was open again, but since my drug test had expired by one day I had to retake my drug test. The same week I received another email from a recruiting agency for a position involving my German Language skills, this job offered better benefits and was for a better company. I didn’t know if anything would come of it since I had been offered similar positions from Indian race troll recruiters who rerouted their calls through a New Jersey phone number. If you are looking for a job and get a call from an Indian recruiter who’s area code is in New Jersey, just hang up the phone because they are incompetent as fuck. This other recruiting agency, from Massachusetts, contacted me on a Wednesday by email asking for my resume, which I sent them that same day. I received a call from them the next day, Thursday, telling me I would have an interview on Friday. On Monday I had been told that I got the job. What Indian recruiters couldn’t do in two months time, this MA recruiter accomplished within less than a week.
Now the wrinkle was that I had two job offers at once. The biotech job offer was more interesting to me but they hadn’t given me a start date yet. The German Language job was for a better company but it was unrelated to my major/career, but they had given me a start date. I called up the recruiters for the biotech job, and even though I had another job I could accept, had had the job offer rescinded, and passed a prior drug test, I basically had to pull their teeth in order for them to let me start. They would let me take the drug test later in the week, and they told me that my start date would be the next day.
At that moment when I was calling the German Language job to tell them that I had already accepted another job offer I thought of all the times the world had served me a shit sandwich, of all the times I had been treated like dirt by a past employer, of the fact that for this biotech job they had rescinded the job offer once already before finally hiring me. So I decided that I was going to accept the other position, the German Language job, as well, work at the biotech company until the start date for my other job, and on my last day send a letter to as many higher ups as possible making the most the ridiculous demands in exchange for passing up the other position, and telling them I would quit if they did not acquiesce. While working at the biotech company I found out the position I had opened up because someone else on the team left for another position at another company, many people talked about how political the company was and to watch out for certain people. Red flags left and right basically. However the worst part was probably the fact that I had to work with a young Vietnamese woman who was one year younger than me but already a mom, she worked 5AM-2PM each day because of her child. She was pretty aggravating and for some reason thought it was okay to raise her voice at me.
Anyway, I got a call from the German Language job and they told me that my start date had been pushed up two weeks and I had to start then or I would not be starting at all. So I got my letter ready, wrote down the names of everyone who had their own office, Division Directors, VPs, those types of positions, because I was going to put this shit on blast. The day I was going to send out my ultimatum to everyone I was having second thoughts, plus I was also tired as I left the office the night before after 8pm because I was prepping stuff for the next day plus finishing some corporate stuff about how not to be corrupt when working for the biotech industry. Here’s a fun fact, IT’S NOT WORKING!!! I showed up before 8AM, I think to myself I that I might feel a little bad leaving these guys twisting in the wind, especially since they needed to make 300+ liters of solution for the next week. However my second thoughts disappeared faster than an 18 year old girls anal/gangbang virginity at a college football team’s victory party. As soon as I walk into the lab all of the glassware had already been used and so we needed to clean more, and the Vietnamese chick just starts laying into me about how much of a shitty job I’m doing, how I don’t care about my job, that since I don’t care I should go find another job, blah blah blah.
Here’s a protip, if its someone else’s job to make your job easier, and you are going to tell them to fuck off and find a new job, you had better make damn sure that they don’t already have another job lined up. After the high pitched, heavily accented yellout that I received in broken English, I thought to myself, if you stay and finish the day with this woman who doesn’t give enough of a shit about you to treat you with respect, you are a little bitch and deserve whatever shit gets heaped on to you. Since it was not even 9am I decided to email my letter out right then and there and then just go home and take a personal day. Needless to say I was let go but I didn’t give a fuck because I learned a bunch of stuff about manufacturing, even if it was only during a two week session. Now I work at a better company with better pay and benefits.
Some wisdom I would like to pass on, about various topics.
WOMEN
-There is no limit to what a woman will do sexually if you turn her on enough.
-Women will always be able to shock you with their nastiness, deception, and disloyalty. They always maintain the ability to outdo themselves.
-Women cannot be controlled, only limited.
-It is easier to ask for forgiveness than permission.
-The sting of an approach not made will always be worse than the temporary failure of a botched approach.
-We don’t live in a traditional world anymore. There are 7 billion+ people in the world, there will always be more than 50% women, even if it is only 50.001%. Treat women accordingly.
-A woman can only reject you once. Ultimately this is one of the greatest powers she has over you. Even if you get rejected when approaching, you reduce the amount of power she has over you.
-Every rejection makes you stronger.
-Never let a woman reject you more than once.
-Women will rationalize anything to themselves if it makes them feel good.
-You can feed a woman rationalizations to get what you want more easily.
-Women have no sense of accountability.
-Women only recognize something as a problem when it begins to affect them personally.
-Women are more obsessed with sex more than men because they know it is their greatest and only source of true power. Also, look at how much time they spend on makeup, hair product and nice clothes.
-Women prefer an uncaring halfassed lover preoccupied with his own pleasure over a caring beta who attends to their every need.
-If you are unable, or even worse, unwilling to make a girl cry you will never be able to elicit the strong emotions necessary to receive her affection.
-Be prepared to walk away from a woman at any moment for any reason and never be in contact with her again. This is how you will maintain hand/your sanity.
-All women are interchangeable and replaceable when you get down to it.
-Women will do everything they can to control you. The more you thwart them, the more they will want you. The more you acquiesce, the sooner they will look to replace you.
-Because nothing with women is guaranteed, and their nature is so fickle, the only thing you have total control over yourself, therefore the highest goal is to always act like the man you wish to become and not take any shit from anyone or compromise. Hence the importance of approaching, an abundance mentality, and being willing to walk away.
-Men get the women they deserve, and women get the men they deserve.
-Don’t bother over analyzing anything a woman does or says. You either got the bang or you didn’t.
-Women hold the keys to sex, men hold the keys to commitment. Guess which is harder to acquire in today’s world.
-A girl with a boyfriend will have no compunction demanding that you strap her into a straight-jacket with two hours of meeting her. Also, I may or may not have a straightjacket fetish now.
-99% of the time, boyfriends are for show, and no real obstacle/threat.
-99% of all tattoos/piercings have been cummed on.
-All women are like that.
LIFE IN GENERAL
-The biggest lie believed right now is that someone who is not you will want/know what is best for you better than you do. You know what is best for yourself, and no one will want for you what you want for yourself as much as you. That is why you have to be about you more than anyone else, because no one else will do it for you.
-Knowledge is Power. You can accomplish anything you set your mind to. If this does not simultaneously fill you with wonder, excitement, hope and terror, then you do not understand their full implications.
-Your life can change on a dime, and you can initiate this change if you have the will to do so.
-Success is not only a journey who’s path is paved with failure, it is a decision you make to not let anything discourage you or get in your way. Don’t believe me? Read up on Colonel Sander’s life.
-Whatever you do, be the best at it and there is no limit to what you can accomplish. Again see Colonel Sanders.
-If you wish to be successful in anything, prepare to be hated.
-Only take advice from someone if they meet one of these four requirements.
1. They have accomplished what you wish to accomplish.
2. They will be affected by the outcome of your actions.
3. They are actively helping you.
4. They have tried what you have tried.
-The best time to start was a year ago. The second best time is now.
-Refuse to back down, and you will be surprised how quickly the other person gives up.
-Persistence will take you farther than skill, raw talent, or even luck. In fact persistence is how you can most easily create luck for yourself.
-Consistency is Persistence’s twin.
-Champions are made when no one is looking.
-Greatness is impossible without obsession.
-Your life is the product of your actions and no one else’s.
-Countries/cities/neighborhoods are the products of their inhabitants. So if a certain place is a shithole, you know who is responsible.
-People get the leaders they deserve.
-Opportunity does not knock, it stumbles around blindly hoping someone will guide it.
-Who you think you are, and who you were are not who you have to be.
-Not trying is worse than giving up, and giving up is worse than failing.
-Unless you have proof, everything is just an assumption. This applies double to your limiting beliefs.
-Actions will always speak louder than words, and reveal the hypocrisy of others, as well as their greatest weaknesses.
-If someone doesn’t care about something that affects them, then you have no reason to care about it for them.
-Anything that can be measured can be improved. Anything that cannot be measured has associated metrics. Metrics can be measured.
-Everything begins with a single first step.
-Momentum and inertia are two of the most powerful forces in the universe, use them to your advantage.
-If you want to achieve your goals make them measurable, verifiable, set a deadline, and keep track of your progress. Always keep track, even if you have to right down zero for the day.
-Assume the sale. Go for the sale early. Go for the sale often.
-Make hay while the sun is up. Use whatever advantage you have in the moment to the fullest.
-Do not confuse the steps necessary to achieve your goal, or symbols of your goal for the goal itself.
-It’s called Game because it is supposed to be fun and enjoyable. If you cannot derive any enjoyment from simply practicing the Game itself, you need to change your Game.
-It is easier to change and improve yourself than it is to change the world.
-You have the power to create the life you want to live, and be the person you want to be.
-You already have everything you need to begin your journey to accomplish everything you want.
-This is the easiest/fastest to implement and has the most immediate/far reaching benefits. People will treat you according to how you are dressed. The better dressed you are the more you can get away with and people will give you the benefit of the doubt and assume the best about you more frequently. Also, it’s one less thing to worry about.
I know this was long, God knows it took me a while to write it, but I hope this was helpful and entertaining. I feel this was mostly for my one benefit because now that I have articulated this I no longer have to carry this weight.
Stay awesome, everybody!!!
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, but some great bits of advice and lessons in there.![[Image: laugh2.gif]](https://rooshvforum.network/images/smilies/new/laugh2.gif)
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