I've realized my goal has been for a while-- without knowing it-- to be hated.
When I see celebrity gossip, or some rock star cavorting on TV-- I want to be hated like I hate them. Hate, hate, hate-- hate makes everything possible. It parallels the moment of enlightenment Roosh described when the "Be the flake" light bulb went off for him.
Well, not really, I've cut down drinking a lot, am formally meditating, and have lost weight and am in beter shape. But being more clear on what I want reduces the percentage of people who will like me. If you're wishy washy, no one feels much one way or the other about you. If you declare what you want and go after it, most will offer their miserable little opinion, as they while away the hours making their boss money. Rarely do you get honest, openly envious admiration. It feels so weird having a graduate degree and repeating to yourself over and over "Make the ho say no" even though it's true!
And I have to disagree again with one illustrious poster here-- making money DOES lose you chicks when you are doing it past a certain age, maybe 45, maybe 65 depending on your circumstances- but I could be living in the Philippines right now banging 18 year-olds but I want to be hated more than that.
I want a Slavchick half my age or less. Oh, all right I'll take a 30 year old if she does all the housework.
Landed in Wroclaw yesterday night.
I Betacharmed™ my California nurse-practitioner out of some Temazpam, a widely used tranquilizer she said has been used a long time in hospitals. ( All legal, I just said I needed it for a long flight) It's generic and at Walmart only something like $8 for 30 tablets.
The 11-hour SFO->Munich leg would have been rather dreary but I was able to take three naps! 5 stars for Audio-Technica noise-canceling headphones as well, about $120 through Amazon- reduced maybe 80% of the low engine rumbling. I also went back to the stew-station and hijacked at least 6 small glasses of water during the flight. I think all of this helped a lot reducing jet- lag. I'm going for two months, but you guys going for a week to places should really try to minimize jetlag.
Lufthansa, no whale-stews, one was a 8 but I felt beaten down by American girls and I didn't unload on her at all. I also felt a bit awkward as the Temazapam had me sleeping deeply with my head back and mouth wide open. I probably looked like I needed a ventilator.
From the time I got on the plane didn't see one Walmart Whale, and in Munich airport even the 50-70 year old women are well-kept and groomed. I started to feel a sense of relief, of recognizing that I had been the sane one in the insane asylum. I personally like the less makeup, less heels look, if she looks good like that-- she naturally looks good. What I don't like is the sullen look on the faces of even very cute young American women: like guys spoiling for a fight. "You talkin' to ME?"
I find it shocking, so much different than when I was young 20-30 years ago.
I went out today to the shopping mall and started to feel acclimated pretty quickly. I think sleeping a lot on the flight over made the jet lag much less severe. Jet lag has seemed to get much worse for me as I aged from 30-50. Your sleep gets more fucked up as you age anyway.
I had attempted to start in the last few days a two segment sleep program that works in both locales, something roughly like , sleep from about 4-7 morning and afternoon. Then you can keep sleeping in roughly the same relative and local times, since we are 10 hours away from California time.
At the Wroclaw hostel ( single room hallway bath about $30) I am decompressing for Giant Unsanitary Refrigerator Ukraine.
The English speaking staff were polite but a little distant, but tonight I was cooking spaghetti in the hostel kitchen and when I returned the heat had been turned off. Two working class Polechix a 5 and a 7, were trying to mime that it had been boiling over or was overcooking and they had turned it off.
I tried to show I was not angry, tasted the pasta and said Harashoe, Russian for "good." But I don't think they got it. I asked if they spoke Russian and they said no. Post-soviet politics I guess and they were under 25. For fun I tried Parlez-vous Francais?" No.
These were definitely proles. I wasn't real interested, but you know that works perfectly.
They seemed excited to see me. The fat one-- fat even for USA, maybe 40 pounds overweight, but not a WHALE(75+ over) , and the slimmer blond with a slightly problematic complexion ( looked like a drinker) seemed amazed that I was from California.
"You in Orange room? Miss Five asked. I was
"You sleep alone?" She asked. They both giggled.
"Yes."
They then found some excuse to get up and hover closer around me.
"Do you have any plans tomorrow? New Year's Eve" one asked.
"No" I answered.
Then a rather dour but macho Poleboy came in and politely tried to (cockblock?) translate for them "You are very sweet" he said for them.
I heard the boys' boisterous conversation from down the hall but thankfully not in my room. The Pole guys were pretty loud and uncouth, they sort of yelled-spoke with the conviction of the uneducated that saying something louder made it more significant.
Poland 1, USA 0.
I'm here one more night, New Year's Eve.
To be continued.
I bought a Ralph Lauren suit and plan on getting stumbling drunk tomorrow night , and wandering around with a my phone and asking where I can find a SIM. This "Help me find a SIM?" gambit me a phone/email last Wroclaw from a very classy 8+ student with educated parents. Educated parents is a good screen for Flakechix, and I'm not looking for ONS.
Oops...I just realized last time I had an iPhone and now I have an Android that looks less classy. We'll see. .
My impression is my two Polechix fans were country girls destined for a fate far worse than California would be for a white chick. One thing in particular that seemed to really impress them was that I was washing my dishes.
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"Time--time is all you got"
Ry Cooder
When I see celebrity gossip, or some rock star cavorting on TV-- I want to be hated like I hate them. Hate, hate, hate-- hate makes everything possible. It parallels the moment of enlightenment Roosh described when the "Be the flake" light bulb went off for him.
Well, not really, I've cut down drinking a lot, am formally meditating, and have lost weight and am in beter shape. But being more clear on what I want reduces the percentage of people who will like me. If you're wishy washy, no one feels much one way or the other about you. If you declare what you want and go after it, most will offer their miserable little opinion, as they while away the hours making their boss money. Rarely do you get honest, openly envious admiration. It feels so weird having a graduate degree and repeating to yourself over and over "Make the ho say no" even though it's true!
And I have to disagree again with one illustrious poster here-- making money DOES lose you chicks when you are doing it past a certain age, maybe 45, maybe 65 depending on your circumstances- but I could be living in the Philippines right now banging 18 year-olds but I want to be hated more than that.
I want a Slavchick half my age or less. Oh, all right I'll take a 30 year old if she does all the housework.
Landed in Wroclaw yesterday night.
I Betacharmed™ my California nurse-practitioner out of some Temazpam, a widely used tranquilizer she said has been used a long time in hospitals. ( All legal, I just said I needed it for a long flight) It's generic and at Walmart only something like $8 for 30 tablets.
The 11-hour SFO->Munich leg would have been rather dreary but I was able to take three naps! 5 stars for Audio-Technica noise-canceling headphones as well, about $120 through Amazon- reduced maybe 80% of the low engine rumbling. I also went back to the stew-station and hijacked at least 6 small glasses of water during the flight. I think all of this helped a lot reducing jet- lag. I'm going for two months, but you guys going for a week to places should really try to minimize jetlag.
Lufthansa, no whale-stews, one was a 8 but I felt beaten down by American girls and I didn't unload on her at all. I also felt a bit awkward as the Temazapam had me sleeping deeply with my head back and mouth wide open. I probably looked like I needed a ventilator.
From the time I got on the plane didn't see one Walmart Whale, and in Munich airport even the 50-70 year old women are well-kept and groomed. I started to feel a sense of relief, of recognizing that I had been the sane one in the insane asylum. I personally like the less makeup, less heels look, if she looks good like that-- she naturally looks good. What I don't like is the sullen look on the faces of even very cute young American women: like guys spoiling for a fight. "You talkin' to ME?"
I find it shocking, so much different than when I was young 20-30 years ago.
I went out today to the shopping mall and started to feel acclimated pretty quickly. I think sleeping a lot on the flight over made the jet lag much less severe. Jet lag has seemed to get much worse for me as I aged from 30-50. Your sleep gets more fucked up as you age anyway.
I had attempted to start in the last few days a two segment sleep program that works in both locales, something roughly like , sleep from about 4-7 morning and afternoon. Then you can keep sleeping in roughly the same relative and local times, since we are 10 hours away from California time.
At the Wroclaw hostel ( single room hallway bath about $30) I am decompressing for Giant Unsanitary Refrigerator Ukraine.
The English speaking staff were polite but a little distant, but tonight I was cooking spaghetti in the hostel kitchen and when I returned the heat had been turned off. Two working class Polechix a 5 and a 7, were trying to mime that it had been boiling over or was overcooking and they had turned it off.
I tried to show I was not angry, tasted the pasta and said Harashoe, Russian for "good." But I don't think they got it. I asked if they spoke Russian and they said no. Post-soviet politics I guess and they were under 25. For fun I tried Parlez-vous Francais?" No.
These were definitely proles. I wasn't real interested, but you know that works perfectly.
They seemed excited to see me. The fat one-- fat even for USA, maybe 40 pounds overweight, but not a WHALE(75+ over) , and the slimmer blond with a slightly problematic complexion ( looked like a drinker) seemed amazed that I was from California.
"You in Orange room? Miss Five asked. I was
"You sleep alone?" She asked. They both giggled.
"Yes."
They then found some excuse to get up and hover closer around me.
"Do you have any plans tomorrow? New Year's Eve" one asked.
"No" I answered.
Then a rather dour but macho Poleboy came in and politely tried to (cockblock?) translate for them "You are very sweet" he said for them.
I heard the boys' boisterous conversation from down the hall but thankfully not in my room. The Pole guys were pretty loud and uncouth, they sort of yelled-spoke with the conviction of the uneducated that saying something louder made it more significant.
Poland 1, USA 0.
I'm here one more night, New Year's Eve.
To be continued.
I bought a Ralph Lauren suit and plan on getting stumbling drunk tomorrow night , and wandering around with a my phone and asking where I can find a SIM. This "Help me find a SIM?" gambit me a phone/email last Wroclaw from a very classy 8+ student with educated parents. Educated parents is a good screen for Flakechix, and I'm not looking for ONS.
Oops...I just realized last time I had an iPhone and now I have an Android that looks less classy. We'll see. .
My impression is my two Polechix fans were country girls destined for a fate far worse than California would be for a white chick. One thing in particular that seemed to really impress them was that I was washing my dishes.
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"Time--time is all you got"
Ry Cooder