Post: #26

I thought my life leaving me was the worst thing that could ever happen to me.

It turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to me.

Post: #27

Four years ago I had to make a tough decision regarding jobs. I was just hired part-time by a company with the prospect of becoming a regular employee down the road. Although small, the company's field of work was healthcare industry, so it was really a good opportunity.

The problem was, two months earlier I've done testing and job interviews for a better paid position in a much bigger company. I knew I was one of the best candidates and the probability of me being hired was high, but their selection process was unfortunately prolonged because of administrative reasons. I still had no information about their selection when I began to work in the previously-mentioned smaller company, and given the situation I told this to my potential boss at the very beginning. She was supportive and decided to hire me part-time for a month; we assumed that after a month the bigger company would make its decision about whom to hire.

As you're probably guessing, a month had passed and I still had no information from the bigger company. I had to make a decision - stick with what I have now and stay in this small company, or risk everything, quit, and wait.

I decided to risk everything and quit. I waited for two more months until I got a phone call telling me I was hired.

All in all, it was a tough decision to make, but I don't have any regrets.

Post: #28

It would have been funny if you said you'd ended up just doing the same thing your dad and your older brother did. It was always just expected, and you were very successful, but you never felt like you got to follow your own path. You wanted to be a rapper.

(04-15-2016 10:48 AM)elimanning Wrote:  For me, it was a lack of social life.

I always thought if had enough money, it would give me the necessary free time to do what I really wanted, In essence, I had sacrifice time for a false future.

The reality of my future, never matured. I was chasing a fake corporate and IKEA life.

Yeah, I had an MBA and made six figures, but it included 60 hours of boring ass work with a lot of feminist and white knights. It made me sick just to talk to these people at work and to watch real men kiss average white chick ass, just to stay out of trouble.

There was so many complaints, by female staff member about me, the funny thing is, I don't even work with them, because I wouldn't pay any attention to the women staff. It was full retard mode.

On top of that I was reduce to dating strippers. Though it was nice at first, but you have to ask yourself, why are you only dating strippers? Especially, you can never tell anyone, that your girlfriend is a stripper.

Its because that is your only option, or the ones-only interested in being with you. If your dating strippers, there something wrong with your environment.

That scenario was a personal low for me, especially for someone who has an MBA.

So I went abroad, and found a much better girlfriend. The End.

Post: #29

I had a big turning point 5 years ago. I was badly out of shape and overweight, in an almost sex-less marriage, but resigned to it. I started working out, and it took quite a while. I finally also learned about how low carb diet's work. I'd previously thought they were bullshit.

Anyway, I think my metabolism straightened out enough to that my testosterone levels raised. There came a certain night and following morning where I was suddenly overwhelmingly horny, and I realized I could not live the rest of my life the way I'd been going.

I ran into the red pill about six months later, but in a way, that change in my hormones was the red pill for me, and the ideas came later to help explain what was going on.

It seems shallow in a way, but now my focus is on trying to simplify my life, and just making sure to get lots of pussy. That's the underlying meaning of my username.

Post: #30

Like most men, there have been many forks, but 10 years ago I apparently had everything according to my friends. I was in great shape, dating a few beautiful women, status from my past experiences, a senior corporate job that was challenging (they let me fly on occasion as well) with insane compensation, a brilliant future…a dream life. What was missing was that it was not my dream. I had always lived my dreams and while doing this I was fortunate to have no major issues along the way; I had what I needed, there was struggle and fulfillment as I lived my purpose; I had the best of friends, women here and there, and I was happy.

I decided to go back to following my dreams and that began by getting another sailboat, loading up my surfboards and saying ¨hasta la vista¨ to the regular world. I started the first three years of this adventure with my first full circumnavigation of the Earth by sailboat. I have not looked back since and it was one of the best decisions of my life as I have made a few more unique circuits around this great planet. Now my forks include where do I want to sail next, which beaches do I want to be surfing this season, which country do I want to explore more, what activities do I want to do this week, with whom will I hang out, which LTR or plate do I want to be with more, and which RV Forum articles do I want to read today. My friends thought that I was crazy years ago; now they realize that they can no longer get back those years of their lives.

I simply listened to that voice inside (call it intuition, grace, whatever you will) that had prompted me through the serious shit storms as well as those fantastic heights in the past. It was guiding and prompting me as I felt there was more to do, more to be. Listening is one of the most important skills that I have developed along the way.

Post: #31

(04-25-2016 10:45 PM)NASA Test Pilot Wrote:  Like most men, there have been many forks, but 10 years ago I apparently had everything according to my friends. I was in great shape, dating a few beautiful women, status from my past experiences, a senior corporate job that was challenging (they let me fly on occasion as well) with insane compensation, a brilliant future…a dream life. What was missing was that it was not my dream. I had always lived my dreams and while doing this I was fortunate to have no major issues along the way; I had what I needed, there was struggle and fulfillment as I lived my purpose; I had the best of friends, women here and there, and I was happy.

I decided to go back to following my dreams and that began by getting another sailboat, loading up my surfboards and saying ¨hasta la vista¨ to the regular world. I started the first three years of this adventure with my first full circumnavigation of the Earth by sailboat. I have not looked back since and it was one of the best decisions of my life as I have made a few more unique circuits around this great planet. Now my forks include where do I want to sail next, which beaches do I want to be surfing this season, which country do I want to explore more, what activities do I want to do this week, with whom will I hang out, which LTR or plate do I want to be with more, and which RV Forum articles do I want to read today. My friends thought that I was crazy years ago; now they realize that they can no longer get back those years of their lives.

I simply listened to that voice inside (call it intuition, grace, whatever you will) that had prompted me through the serious shit storms as well as those fantastic heights in the past. It was guiding and prompting me as I felt there was more to do, more to be. Listening is one of the most important skills that I have developed along the way.

NASA test pilot, the man you'd want to rep once... a day!

Don't want to bring bad luck to a skipper but, there's a thread here "how do you imagine forum members look like"... and well, I can't help but imagine NASA test pilot looking like legendary Tabarly, or heroic Alain Colas https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alain_Colas

Actually, I think NASA test pilot sails a multihull, so, the Colas analogy beckons. What a man, Alain Colas (and what was the fork in his road?):

"Alain Colas (September 16, 1943 - November 16, 1978 (lost at sea during the first Route du Rhum)) was a French sailor, the first to complete a solitary round-the-world race in a multihull.

In 1972, he started the construction of a 72m (236 feet) 4 masted monohull for the 1976 "Transat". He broke his right ankle, underwent 22 surgeries, and got back on his feet for the solitary transatlantic race. ... On November 5, 1978, he took part in his last race, the first Route du Rhum. On November 16, 1978, as he passed the Azores, he sent his last radio message saying that everything was alright and sailing well. Neither his boat Manureva nor his body were ever found."

For French sailors, the Manureva is an absolute myth... even became a song, originally written by great singer (and great seducer of women of every style) Serge Gainsbourg:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XXuXoU0hEuk

Legendary skipper and Colas' friend, Tabarly:


Colas and his beautiful Asian wife:

Post: #32

(04-16-2016 09:58 AM)RedPillUK Wrote:  

(04-15-2016 12:36 AM)Fortis Wrote:  many forks.

I remember sitting in my car after work two years ago. I remember it because it was the same day that MikeCF hosted that meet up in NYC. I didn't want to go because it was an hour away and in another state and I was low on cash at the time and would just barely be cutting it if I went.

I was lifting a lot at the time and my back was destroyed, but I figured I owed it to myself to meet mike and others. I could always do extra hours at work and make up the difference later.

Long story short, I had a great time and met the guys on this forum and they encouraged me to participate more. I was a lurker until that night.

Ene thing led to another and now I'm living abroad and living a life that I'm actually way more in control of than I was a year ago.

I am very thankful that I pushed myself through the fatigue and met you guys who were there.

This is eerily similiar to what I'm going through right now.

I'm self employed, things haven't gone great recently and now I'm completely broke and starting again and rethinking things, so spending money on a trains and drinks at a meetup is something I can barely even afford right now.

Not only that, but I did 150 pullups two days ago and 100 chinups yesterday. My back is absolutely killing me. But thanks to your post I've got a burst of positive energy about this now, which is good because I have to leave for it in half an hour...

No problem, bro. Keep trucking.

Post: #33

Being bored in the U.S, booked it to Europe 2 months after university. Been in Europe 2 years since.