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New Job, Old Rules
So after a short but worrying period out of work having got pissed about Mangina colleagues and Female dominated office politics - I just quit with no job to go to - I finally started a new job and hoped for a better experience.
New office is a tiny room staffed by five people plus me, providing services in house to a major corporate organisation.
Three females, two males, both African with heavy accents, and me.
Female No. 1, Blue haired mid 40's gave up trying to stay in shape many years ago, obvious feminist. Handle with care.
Female No.2 Late 30's? I really can't tell. Seems pleasant enough but then again she was dealt a tough hand in the genetic lottery so that effectively manages her expectations of entitlement.
Female No.3 Twice divorced late 40's or more, probably more, but reasonable shape for year. I get the impression she's looking for husband No.3 but I already ruled myself out of that scenario by letting all know how happy I am to be single and free.
The two African guys are great fun to be around but constantly poke fun at me for not being interested in women. They both know I'm not gay and could easily score if I wanted to. One questioned me early on saying "You're a good looking guy, why don't you find a woman?"
I tell them I'm more interested in making money and being free. Which is pretty much true.
One of the guys is an out and out middle aged chad who spends all his time chasing women. Seems successful enough in that field but apart from Football that's his only hobby that I can tell. The other guy is married but admits to checking out anything in a skirt on a constant basis. I like them both, but they really are so very different to me that I have to keep my mouth shut most of the time.
No one in the office seems to have any wealth acquired considering their late stages in life. Everyone spends their check as soon as they get it and the guys believe that living beyond your means is normal.
I beg to differ.
So a new and better place to work, but yet again an outsider who has to explain why I don't live the same life as everyone else. New Job, Old Rules.
Time will tell who's way of life makes the most sense.
My benchmark for making sense will be reaching a stage in finances that I don't need to go to work every day just to survive. Ergo..............Freedom
Nothing else matters.
Nothing else at all.
Hey what’s up Greg Honda, i was thinking about you the other day hadn’t seen you in a while, I’m glad your back and ok. I’m glad you got a job then and aren’t unemployed, I hope this one works out better than your others. I’m alright myself, still doing me over here on my side of the planet.
#Remember therefore how thou hast received and heard, and hold fast, and repent. If therefore thou shalt not watch, I will come on thee as a thief, and thou shalt not know what hour I will come upon thee. (Revelation 3:3)
Glad to see you back my old friend! I think your post is very timely and strikes at the heart of an issue faced by most MGTOW. To Wit: How does one function in a blue pill environment? As a MGTOW monk myself I don't have this concern, I ghost society but a lot of other MGTOW don't have that luxury. The first thing to understand is that when you take the red pill and see the world for what it is you become a threat to all those who wallow in self delusion. So what to do? How to survive?
a) Forget about ever trying to Red pill anyone suffering from self delusion--you will lose every time. They can only be red-pilled once their little world is shattered by exterior reality.
b) Understand you will be under attack 24/7. They will attempt to draw you into their delusions and this may seem easier than fighting back. And of course fighting back is an invitation to disaster, see above.
c) I recommend "fighting" from the standpoint of mental state. Adopt a siege mentality. When you go to work/office you fortify your mental state behind walls. You do not "sally forth" from the gate and attack. Rather let the enemy expend their strength and energy smashing themselves against your "thought walls". Eventually the men will get tired of these assaults and retire from the field into a status quo. Women however are relentless and will never cease to breach the wall. When they attack your best defense is just sit quietly behind the walls of your mental citadel and watch with amusement as they fulminate. Always be on guard and vigilant.
I want you to show these women your dick. Make it special. If they start bitching punch them, like really hard. After that if they start crying tell them to stop acting like children and to play with your dick. Start punching them some more after that. Don't stop punching them until blood comes out of their mouth. This will show them who's boss and ensure that you are given the respect you rightfully deserve. Just remember that they must, at some point, play with your dick.
Congrats on the new job, bit late to the party as always. The best policy I have is just being the ghost. Get my work done and go home.
"Never root through the trash once the garbage has been dragged to the curb. You get messy, your neighbors see you do it, and what you thought was worth digging for is never as valuable as you thought it was."- Rollo Tomassi
Excellent news on the occupation front. There is no place completely free of the brainwashed society, except your home if you are fortunate enough to have learned before getting trapped, or got out of the trap alive. We were chatting about you the other day, hoping you were doing well. Good to see you are, my friend.
"Remember, you're fighting for this woman's honor, which is probably more than she ever did."
Groucho Marx: Duck Soup (1933)
I strait up make a glory hole at the local rehab clinic. Them junkies love that place now. Glory hole madness happens on Sunday nights over there now. I had so much fun last week that I started shitting everywhere. It was cool though, I blamed it on this guy who made himself retarded by doing way to much cocaine. Oh, and I stole some shampoo from this tweeker named Dante.