The suggestion of Blaise Pascal that it’s better to suffer for a lifetime here on earth, then finding out that there is no god, than it is to live for yourself here on earth, only to die and find out that there really is a god.
Well, have you ever heard of Buckinchere’s wager?
Of course not. Because this is my first time writing it. Well today you’ll learn exactly what that is, and why it’s important.
Do you know what makes a normie a normie?
His addiction to ease and comfort. He doesn’t like to think, and he hates anybody who is curious and asks questions. He just likes things to run predictably.
Now there’s nothing inherently wrong with wanting to maintain a smooth operation. But the normie wants to maintain predictability much to the detriment of progress.
The truth is that life is not linear. It can get messy sometimes, especially for those who are daring enough to want more than what the lot of their birth dictates, and actually go after it.
You can say you want something, and not pursue it. But if you have the audacity to actually pursue it, you will learn really fast that society doesn’t like confident go-getters. Because to do so will be you holding up the mirror to Caliban’s hideous deformities, “the rage of Caliban seeing his own face in the glass.”
It’s even worse if you self-validate and go after your dreams anyway. Then they’ll really try to sabotage your plans as punishment for you not giving them the power to gatekeep your destiny.
What I’ve just described is the dichotomy of power versus comfort. The normie is not happy, but he is comfortable with mediocrity and predictability. While the neurodivergent on the other hand, is willing to brave the deep, dark waters in search of lasting power and freedom.
As such, the normie will commute through rush-hour just to get to a wretched, detestable job, just so he can pay the bills. Meanwhile, he’s getting no fulfillment out of his occupation. Plus, he is being underpaid and disrespected.
The neurodivergent on the other hand, though doubtful, is still brave enough to pursue his creative endeavors until they start paying off. The carpenter may not get paid much, but he receives a sense of fulfillment whenever he is finished working on someone’s coffee table.
When it comes to dating, the normie may date another normie just so they can split the rent in half, but then they end up hating each other. Then the next thing you know, the girl normie misses her period, and now, they’re stuck raising a kid they weren’t ready for.
You cannot love a child if you don’t even love each other.
Meanwhile, the neurodivergent has wilfully chosen to sacrifice the shallow comfort and fake connection of a modern relationship in favor of the power and freedom of being alone. Sure, the neurodivergent would miss sex, but that’s just about all they would miss.
When it comes to platonic connections (friends and colleagues), this is where the normie truly thrives. Office lunches, happy-hour, football Sundays. He thrives on the hierarchy of winners and losers. Haves versus have nots. Us versus them.
You get the idea!
The normie is so disgustingly linear in his thinking, that when a neurodivergent goes off script by choosing solitude and insulation from all the madness of the world, it irritates the normie to no end.
Because in the midst of his foolish insecurities, the normie feels like you are taking away the single greatest source of his esteem by being an example to others that self-sustainability is very much possible. As if it’s your fault that the normie fool has an external locus of control to begin with.
As such, the normie, sociopathic as he is, will undoubtedly try to sabotage the neurodivergent just to be able to save his ego and prove a point [more on normie].
He will “play the long game” and catch more flies with honey than vinegar, so great is their addiction to comfort and familiarity.
This is what makes them dangerous!!
And don’t even get me started on family enmeshment. If you come from the bowels of the working class, then your family is full of normies.
This is not a theory!
If you want to date a girl they don’t like, or goodness forbid you want to move to a new town, they will be the first to talk you out of it, and give you a million and one reasons as to why they think it won’t work.
But they’re unhappy, too. What do you mean it won’t work?!
It’s not that they think it won’t work, it’s that they’re too comfortable being unhappy to seek to make things better. And they were banking on you being jut as fucking lazy as they are.
But now that you have chosen power over comfort, you have become an inconvenience, and a source of embarrassment for them. Because by so doing, you have held up the mirror to the rage of Caliban seeing his hideous face in the glass.
Power, on the other hand, can be uncomfortable at first. It can be unfamiliar, unpredictable, and downright chaotic. But if you choose to rise after every obstacle. If you choose to keep showing up for life, every day, then power is definitely worth it in the long run.
The rest is up to you!
With that said, I wager to you now, will you choose the fleeting comfort of crap jobs, and shallow relationships. Or will you instead venture out into the deep blue waters in search of total power, freedom, and your ultimate destiny?
And that goes for all jobs. White-collar. Blue-collar. Entry level. Professional. And everything in-between.
It’s just that some normies were able to get into white-collar management positions because they were willing to lie, or sleep their way to the top, screwing others over on their way up.
Either that, or the lot of their birth had afforded them the privilege to attend college. For those reasons, they are a little higher up on the societal food chain than others.
But they are still normies for the very simple fact that they are comfortable with playing the hierarchy game while seeking to humiliate those who just want to quietly do their jobs and go home.
A lot of the people with jobs don’t even need the money. They either have a trust fund, or a wealthy spouse. A job to them is nothing more than a chessboard for power. More on that later.
If you are inherently creative, then by default, you are not obsessed with hierarchy, because you spend much of your time in your right brain, and creative energy tends to lean more feminine.
For that reason, you cannot work a normie job. Not for long anyway. Because the opposite of a normie is to be neurodivergent.
If you are creative, then you have neurodivergence by default, and the moment the normies spot that you are different, they will gang up on you and seek to ostracize you, and it won’t be obvious at first because they will appear friendly.
But understand that that is the most important part of the facade. You catch more flies with honey than vinegar. By the time you are able to figure out that you don’t belong, it will already be too late, and you won’t be able to fight them so easily.
And in fact, you don’t belong because you are not supposed to. You see, jobs are for normies.
The typical. The average. The talentless.
That’s why they fight to gatekeep their spaces from neurodivergents so ferociously. They figure it’s only fair because they need those spaces to survive, and you don’t.
You can literally get up one day and decide to write a book, or build a website. They can’t! They need those jobs. And for every job that is occupied by a neurodivergent, that’s just one more job they figured could have gone to one of their normie friends or relatives.
Not only that, but most blue-collar jobs are service level positions. We’re talking about; uber, Lyft, UPS drivers, Amazon Prime, warehouse associates, telecom tower technicians, etc.
When neurodivergents create something meaningful and relatable, we need people to help us move it across town right to the doorstep of our paying customers. And that’s where normies come in.
Why would you want to work among normies when they are literally meant to serve us?
Sometimes, a shift in perspective is really all you need to help move things along smoothly. So with that, I close by reiterating my main point.
Over the last two articles, I lamented on troubled souls and the red flags that linger like a bad odor. The first red flag was disrespect that is unwarranted. The second was sanitary-mindlessness that’s rooted in laziness.
But what I failed to mention is the primary cause of their neglectful attitudes. And that cause is insecurity. You see, on the wrong side of the tracks, power primarily comes from outwardly showing superiority, often with disrespect. In those circles, power is generally accepted as being, he who can cross the boundaries of another without consequences.
As such, insecurity is developed when a man feels the need to be loud, disrespectful, or otherwise abrasive in order to gain power or attention. But the thing to remember is that those are not men, they are boys.
Meanwhile on the other side of tracks, though there may be exceptions, power generally comes from having an internal locus of control, and is outwardly expressed with manners, and having nothing to prove. They also understand that true power comes from solitude versus attention.
As such, a man on the right side of the tracks may feel more confident about behaving elegantly in comparison to his redlined counterpart, who may feel peer-pressured to perform toughness in the form of aggression, even if he’d much rather be his normal, elegant self.
And yes, I said men on purpose, because it’s not only women who are elegant in those circles. In fact, the women in those circles would probably laugh you out of the room if you think you’re going to somehow impress them through acts of vulgarity.
As a sidebar, men in those circles can be just as aggressive if they wanted to, if not more so because they have more to protect. Instead, they choose to set a good example for their sons by showing they have nothing to prove.
In the event that they need to defend their position, they don’t fight with their fists. They simply call their attorney.
If you are a mind-mannered young man from the wrong side of the tracks, life may seem hopeless at first glance. But the thing to remember is that we live in a capitalist country where it is possible, though challenging, to change your zip code, and your social class along with it, so you can be yourself, and not feel pressured to perform unwarranted vulgarity.
Try your best to get out of the ghetto before it gets to where it’s hard to get the ghetto out of you. Go to evening class. Work two jobs if you must. Or better yet, do what you’re naturally good at, and find a way to make it sell.
This is most important, specifically because the practice of redlining didn’t only cut you off from resources due to the misfortune of being in the wrong zip code, or in many cases, being of the wrong color. But it also secretly taxed your permission or ability to simply be yourself.
No one asked to be born in the ghetto, but you also shouldn’t have to ask for permission to have manners and elegance either.
In last week’s article, I addressed the topic of corporate marriage, and how there are in fact more than one type of marriage to consider avoiding if you are a man going his own way. I recommend that you go back and read that article if you want the context of that message.
But similar to avoiding corporate marriage, first time homeownership is also on the decline. People are just not buying single-family homes like they used to, and homeownership is only going to continue declining for the foreseeable future. There are several reasons why this is so. Such as; remaining in bachelorhood and not producing families, and unexpected repairs among other headaches that comes with owning one’s own home.
Even so, the most notorious reason why people are not buying homes like they used to are property taxes. But do property taxes even make sense?
If the state can put a tax lien on your property in the event that you default on your property taxes, despite the mortgage being fully paid off, then what was the point of paying off the mortgage?
For that reason, many people have chosen to remain apartment tenants rather than becoming home owners. Choosing to keep renting means that you remain stuck under someone else’s dominion. But hey, at least you don’t have a false sense of ownership, right? However, for those who still want their little slice of the American dream, here are a few alternatives for the state to consider.
Lump sum
The idea behind making lump sum payments is that you pay, say 20 years up front, and you don’t have to worry about it for another 20 years.
Rebate
Similar to lump sum, the rebate concept is such where you are able to shrink your property taxes by paying extra taxes up front. The extras can either rollover annually, or in decades. Under that system, you should also be able to opt to receive a rebate check in the mail, kind of like a bond. You buy their debt, they flip it and give you back the principal.
Either/or
The idea behind this concept is that it’s either the state imposes income tax or property tax, but you can’t have both. Texas already has the right idea. They historically do not charge income taxes, and instead rely mostly on property taxes due to how much vast acres of land they have over there. We already have a federal tax burden, how much more money could the state possibly want?
Purchase year exemptions
The idea behind this notion is that you may be exempt from paying property taxes if you purchased your home anytime before, say 1960 for example. However, the catch is that 1960 would only remain the cut off year during the decade of the 2020’s, and should ideally be moved up to 1970 in 2030, then 1980 in 2040, etc. Why should your grandparents still be subjected to property taxes if they purchased their home way back in 1950?
Irrevocable Trust
The idea here is that your heirs and successors will never have to pay property taxes if you add it to their trust fund as part of your estate. But because it is a trust, even though you will no longer own it outright, you are still allowed to live there until the day you die.
Disability Status
You should never have to pay property taxes if you are disabled. That’s just not right. Where will you go if you default on your taxes due to low income? Then you’ll just become a burden on the state.
Purchase Tax
But ideally, the only tax you should ever have to pay on your home is a sales tax at the point of purchase. A one time payment that you make when purchasing your home like you do with smartphones and refrigerators, etc. Very few nations on earth have taken this approach to home ownership, and I feel like at least one state in the US should consider taking on this approach. Even if that state turns out to be Alaska.
Solution?
One emergency car repair or medical bill can set you back to square one. However, it is not enough to simply sit there and complain about it. You have to take action. Form a group with others of like mind. Call your congressman. Try to get it on a ballot before the midterm race next year (California Prop 64) for example. You know how they do it.
If they want houses to start selling again, they should be able to help us out within reason. It’s the least they can do. I otherwise don’t see any improvements in the housing market for the foreseeable future.
It is the end of the month, and time once again for our monthly review series here on this blog site. Our muse for the month of July is a classic Twilight Zone episode titled, “The Lateness of the Hour.”
But before we begin, here is a disclaimer: The following review contains spoilers, so I strongly recommend watching the episode before reading this or any reviews on the topic. Now without further ado, let’s begin.
The Twilight Zone was an American television primetime anthology series created by Rod Serling. It originally aired on CBS between 1959 and 1964, and ran for five seasons and 156 episodes.
It was way ahead of its time due to its many themes on existentialism, and for questioning the status quo of the time, particularly as it pertains to power and racial equality, often using extraterrestrial life forms as metaphors.
The episode in question was episode 8 of season 2, and aired originally on December 2, 1960. Written by Rod Serling, and directed by Jack Smight, it was the first of five episodes that were videotaped on a soundstage due to budget cuts.
Though still incredibly haunting, the stiff, videotaped picture quality gave the episode more of a “Playhouse 90” or “General Hospital” feel, rather than the usual existential dread that one can expect from a typical Twilight Zone episode.
The Premise:
The episode features a young woman named Jana (Inger Stevens), the adult daughter of Dr. William Loren (John Hoyt), and his wife (Irene Tedrow). They live alone in a large house, and entirely rely on their servants for domestic comfort. One rainy night in particular, Jana begins to question her parents’ dependence on their servants.
Frustrated, Jana attacks the maid who tumbles down a flight of stairs before getting back up like nothing happened. It was only then that her father revealed that he created his servants to be quite indestructible.
We then cut to Serling’s opening narration, “The residence of Dr. William Loren, which is in reality a menagerie for machines. We’re about to discover that sometimes the product of man’s talent and genius can walk amongst us untouched by the normal ravages of time. These are Dr. Loren’s robots, built to functional as well as artistic perfection. But in a moment Dr. William Loren, wife and daughter will discover that perfection is relative, that even robots have to be paid for, and very shortly will be shown exactly what is the bill.”
The following scene sees Jana with her back turned to her father and his butler, yet is able to accurately lip sync every word of their conversation. The butler forgot to fill Dr. Loren’s pipe, so Jana breaks the nightly routine by offering to fill the pipe herself.
Jana is jaded with being home with her parents every night, and suggests that they all go out to a restaurant. Her father protests that doing so is a bad idea, because they would get sopping wet in the rain on their way over there. Then they would be served on dirty, unwashed plates dealing with rude, pushy normies. After that, it would be a question of whether they succumb to ptomain, or pneumonia.
Jana doesn’t seem to mind. She figures, “at least we get to live a little.” Or at least that’s what her attitude implies, to which her father gives her quite the sobering speech, “I have kept you from harm, I’ve protected you against disease, and insulation in this 20th century is no crime, it’s a service. You’ve never had to look into the face of war, or the face of poverty or prejudice. Well you’ve been isolated, yes. But what you think of as imprisonment just happens to be asylum, and security, yes, and survival.”
Jana still thinks that her parents have become so overly dependent on her father’s android servants, that very soon they won’t be able to survive without them. She threatens to run away from home if her father doesn’t dismantle the androids he built, to which he refuses.
He can’t just dismantle his life’s work, but at the same time, he loves his daughter, and doesn’t want to lose her. So he pleads with Jana to stay, but she makes another scene by climbing to the top of the stairs and announcing that the androids may be indestructible, but her parents are not.
In that moment, it seemed like the androids were getting ready to turn on the Lorens, but in the following scene, it turns out that they are ok. Dr. Loren further pleads with Jana to stay, who is adamant that she is leaving, and starts packing her suitcase. So he makes the most rational decision that any father would make under the circumstances, and summons the androids.
He tells them to meet him in the laboratory, and they all protest, saying what good servants they are, and why he should spare them. But his instructions are clear, his mind is made up.
In the next scene, Jana is seen happily running around the house, checking all the closets. And when it is obvious that the androids are gone, she hugs her parents and thanks them with love and loyalty.
She is excited that they can all go out and live like normies now that the androids are gone. But the joy that her parents get from watching Jana be happy for once soon turns to concern the moment she mentions the possibility of marrying and giving them grandchildren. She notices their concern, and asks them what’s wrong, but they excuse it away as shock that she would want to start dating so soon, and she’s not buying it.
She flips through the family photo album, and realizes that there are no pictures of her as a child, only of the robots, some of the photos were from twenty years ago. Her father asks her if she remembers her childhood, and she surmises that she was implanted with a memory track, similar to what Dr. Loren gave his android servants.
Dr. Loren explains to Jana that both he and Mrs. Loren were a childless couple, and that was when they “got her.” Realizing that she was made and not born, Jana runs up the stairs and bangs her wrist against the staircase railing, but is unable to feel anything, not even love. Her parents try to console her, but she is devastated to learn that her dream of having a family is ruined due to the fact that she is also an android. Her mother asks her father what to do, and he has an idea.
In the final scene, it is revealed that Dr. Loren reprogrammed Jana to be a maid, and she is seen giving her mother a shoulder rub.
Then we cut to Serling’s closing narration, “Let this be the postscript. Should you be worn out by the rigors of competing in a very competitive world. If you’re distraught from having to share your existence with the noises and neuroses of the 20th century. If you crave serenity, but want it full time, and with no strings attached. Get yourself a workroom in the basement, and then drop a note to Dr. and Mrs. William Loren. They’re a childless couple who made comfort a life’s work. And maybe there are a few do it yourself pamphlets still available in The Twilight Zone.”
Takeaway:
This particular postscript pretty much sums up the secret fantasy of every reclusive type who is forced to grind away in a hyper competitive world. This episode was way ahead of its time, and is even more relevant today than it was when it first premiered on television over 60 years ago.
I first saw this episode about 20 years ago, during a time when I was still living in Jamaica, going through high school, and barely younger than Jana was in that episode. I thought that android maids was a cool new concept, and as such it was fun to watch at the time. But it wasn’t anywhere near as relatable to me then, as it is now. In the space of twenty years my perspective has shifted from the naivety of a sheltered brat like Jana, to the wisdom and experience of her father.
The scene where he told her that she has never had to look into the face of poverty, prejudice or famine suggests to me that the Lorens could have lived through the great depression, or the holocaust.
Judging by the age of the actor John Hoyt (1905-1991), he was likely among the allied forces who stormed the beaches of Normandy in 1944, which means that he stared directly into the face of war and bloodshed. Then he looked away and never looked back.
Jana doesn’t know the ways of the world so she believes that everyone is the same. “Who feels it, knows it,” so how can one appreciate serenity away from all the noise if they have never felt the noise?
Conclusion:
John Hoyt is my new favorite person just for that speech that Dr. Loren gave to Jana during the episode. Rewatching this episode in the present has given me a fresh new perspective, and has only served to reinforce my commitment to an introverted, reclusive life.
Imagine a life where liberty, security, and securities are the order of the day. Well I am of the firm belief that you are more likely to thrive as an introvert than you would in friendship groups. I give this one a solid five out of five android maids, and I’ll see you on the next one.
The #SoftLife movement is taking over the world by storm. Whenever people think about someone living a soft life, they picture a white woman, or even a black woman for that matter.
The specific stereotype is usually that of an ultra feminine white woman who inherited all her wealth from daddy, or an educated black woman who earned her wealth at some point after escaping an abusive upbringing full of hard knocks, and now she can travel the world on her own time and dine in style on her own dime.
Those stereotypes are harmful in and of themselves because not only do they reduce the individual down to solely their race, but they also discount everybody else having a similar experience. As harmful as those stereotypes are, none of them are quite as harmful as the racist belief that black men are just not meant to live a soft life.
The reason why that view is racist is because it limits the black man solely to a life of servitude to everybody else besides himself, and that judgement is based on no other reason besides his race and gender, and with zero consideration as to what he has to say about it.
The world is of the insanely rigid view that their comfort and convenience should be achieved on the backs of black men. They dread the day that they will be forced to share their privilege with us, and will defend that status quo with their lives.
They also have an idea of how a black man ought to behave based on negative stereotypes in the media that harms us rather than help us to progress.
Negative stereotypes such as the tatted up black thug in the projects, the pornographic stereotype of the BBC, or a more archaic stereotype of the fat, greasy, blue-collar worker who is always caught sleeping on the job and eating watermelons all day, and they expect us to keep perpetuating that stereotype for their own benefit.
So when they discover otherwise upon meeting you, they try to discourage your grace and elegance, first by acting like you are lame or awkward for being that way, before ultimately seeking to destroy you for it.
At the same time, they expect you to pedestalize and entertain them at work all day. That is why it infuriates them internally when all you want is to be left alone to perform an honest day’s work, get paid and go home.
That is not something I would ever consent to in my right mind, simply because I am nobody’s dancing monkey. And not only that, but it also rudely interrupts the plans I have for my own life, which is to live as soft a life as is possible on this prison planet until I croak.
Life is too short, and we are here for a good time, not a long time. So if living a soft life as a black man in America somehow makes me selfish, so be it. After all that I have been through in my own lifetime alone, the least you can do is stay out the fucking way and allow me the space and mental bandwith to eke out my own path. No one said you had to like me.
The first step towards living a soft life as a black man is to remain cognizant of the fact that these racist motherfuckers are not your friends, they expect you to amuse them. If you let people get inside your head, it could cost you your life.
Secondly, stop working for these racist corporations who want to silently murder you with poverty and overwork. With poverty and overwork comes stress, with stress comes illness, and with illness comes the greater likelihood of ending up in an early grave.
Thirdly, everybody on the planet was born with a unique gift, whether or not they choose to answer the call. Do some soul searching to discover your own unique gift, and then monetize it. The last thing they want is for the black man in America to buy his own house and start his own business. Well I say give ‘em hell, it literally keeps them up at night. Take your revenge.
Fourthly, when you are no longer under socio-economic stress all the time, threats against you may become more legal, perhaps even criminal. Tread carefully on the surface of this planet, remain ever vigilant and keep a low profile at all times, which brings me to my fifth point.
Stay away from troubled people, and most important of all, make sure that they stay away from you, too. If you are a strong, intelligent and elegant black man like I am, you do not fit with the proletariat of society, or who we call normies here on this blog site.
They are a classless bunch of weirdos with bad manners and bad hygiene, compared to you who is the male equivalent of a triple threat. Be careful of the bars, clubs and restaurants that you frequent. Be careful of the kind of women you choose to date.
The normies will gain access to you at these venues, and through some of these women if they can no longer gain access to you at work. Same as how threats against you will become more legal when they can no longer get you fired. But then again your tastes should evolve as you become more of a hedonistic connoisseur.
There is a reason why celebrities walk with an entourage, or why a presidential caravan doesn’t reveal which one of the cars the president is riding in. I’m not saying that you should do the same, but when you start frequenting more high class establishments, the normies won’t be able to reach you then, because they simply cannot afford it.
Speaking of women, many male celebrities end up becoming shrouded in scandal because they cannot control where they stick their dicks. From Cosby to Kelly to Bryant, the scandals keep coming, and have been proven rather harmful to their reputation.
Whether or not the accused is actually guilty of the allegations doesn’t change the fact that their names would have never been called if they did not go there to begin with.
There is only a certain caliber of woman whom you can safely sleep with going forward. Pretty little normies are only there for the money and attention. Where the hell were they on your absolute worst days when you were getting it out the mud, and didn’t much feel like being alive?
Finally, do some more soul searching, but more so as it relates to your tastes and preferences this time. The first step in doing so is to remember when you were daydreaming as a kid about your adult life in the future.
What were the details of some of those fantasies and how can you tweak it to make it work in the world as you now understand it? Your fantasies were not complete back then. There were many missing details because your imagination wasn’t fully developed.
You must now decide for yourself if there is anything you would add to, or subtract from your fantasy now compared to before, and then make your dreams a reality. Your inner child is starving for his dreams to be validated, and it’s time you stop ignoring him for the sake of other people’s egos and expectations, for you too are worthy.
Soft life is not exclusive to any single group. It is the reward for making all the right decisions within a market as capitalistic as the American economy.
If a plane goes even 1 mile outside of its designated parameter, it’s far off course, and it’s hard to get back on. The same is true for friend groups that’s wrong for you, or even family for that matter.
Two’s company and three’s a crowd. A wise man once told me that if you give the devil a ride, he’s going to want to drive.
Say for instance, you were born into a family of attorneys. Your father is a lawyer, your grandfather is a lawyer, and his father before him was a lawyer. For the entirety of your life so far, you have been told that you must follow in their footsteps. You go along to get along even though you have always wanted to be a singer.
Legal papers may bore you, but music is your passion. If you don’t break free from among them and take a plunge into the deep blue waters to do some soul searching and seek truth, you will go on believing that law is your passion.
This would have been most unfortunate because not only have you missed your true calling, but doing so has caused a ripple effect that led to a brain drain in your preferred industry. You could have been the single greatest vocalist of all time. But now, you have allowed someone less deserving to steal your destiny because you think you’re supposed to be an attorney.
Likewise, over on the wrong side of the tracks, you always wanted to be an attorney. You tell your family and some of your neighbors out of naivety, hoping they would encourage you. Not only do they not support you, but they actually call you a divestor because they all collectively have a crab in a bucket mentality.
In order for you to get along, you foolishly turn down a scholarship to study abroad just so you can fit the mold for society’s expectation of you. Five years later, you are now a single mother of four with no man in the damn house, flipping burgers for a living. All your old school mates are living the dream, while you can’t even find the time to pick up a book after work.
Not only do you not know who you are, but the legal profession has also suffered a brain drain. You could have been the most legendary attorney of all time, but now an innocent man being railroaded by the system will lose his case and get sent to the chair because you missed your calling. That condemned man could have gone on to father a son who would’ve found the cure for cancer, but that will never happen now either, and on and on it goes.
It also doesn’t help that it’s difficult to break out of certain mental conditioning. Once you’re off course, it’s hard to get back on, and it usually takes something truly drastic taking place in your life in order to snap you out of it.
But before that drastic thing happens, you can choose to take a plunge into the deep blue waters and do some soul searching. What does that look like? It could look like many things, but whatever shape it assumes, solitude is definitely at its core.
When you shut out the useless noise and clutter, your brain starts talking, and when your brain finally shuts up, your heart starts talking. That’s usually when you remember what you wanted to do when you were fourteen, and still living at home with no responsibilities.
Solitude can be brutal, especially if you are an extravert, but even if you are not. It is when you are truly alone with no distractions that all the mistakes of your life will flash before your eyes. But it is also when you will discover who you really are.
Before that, you were seeing yourself through the lens of other people’s perceptions of you, but those perceptions are skewed based on their own biases and subjectivities. If you want to get an unbiased, objective perspective of yourself, you must be willing to enter your isolation arc.
Not only should you be willing, but also prepared to face whatever you will discover, because all of your life choices and mistakes might hit you like a ton of bricks. It could get pretty intense. You are not going to have any support, you will only have yourself.
If you are looking for some kind of higher power to be there for you to lean on in those moments, maybe you’re not ready for this. Your isolation arc might even reveal that the higher power in question is not really what you thought it was, but that topic deserves its own article. The bottom line is that the isolation arc is going to screw you raw with no lube, there is no buffer for this.
But once you are done, your covert enemies will be exposed for what they truly are, and it will then become clear to you exactly why they are your enemies. Most importantly, you will never make another decision out of fear, which means that no one will ever be able to manipulate you. After that, you will essentially become a whole new person, and your trajectory for the future will be back on course. It’s going to be a beautiful day.
As a human being, one will experience different needs at different times of life. It is a part of being alive, and you will have these needs as long as you remain living. There are different needs that will arise at different times of your life, based on your current story arc. Some needs are more basic than others, such as food, warmth and water. The more basic the need, the more likely it is to be repetitive.
Of all the philosophers to explore the nuances of the human condition, none has come close to breaking down the hierarchy of needs quite like Abraham Maslow, an American psychologist of Russian-jewish heritage who lived between 1908 and 1970.
Maslow first proposed the hierarchy of needs in his 1943 paper, “A Theory on Human Motivation,” where he listed a five tier structure containing a group of human needs in ascending order, suggesting that the fulfillment of one need would motivate an individual to tackle the following need on the chain.
Maslow’s hierarchy is controversial, and contains some inconsistencies. Due to its hierarchical structure, many are of the few that the order of each need must remain intact, as one is not able, or should not be able to skip levels. But in spite of its imperfections, Maslow’s hierarchy is nonetheless the most frequently referenced hierarchy as it pertains to human growth and motivation.
On the first tier, there are physiological needs, which include; breathing, food, water, warmth, clothing and sex. On the second tier, there are safety needs, such as; money, housing and transportation. On the third tier, there are social needs, such as; family, friends, sexual intimacy and a sense of community belonging.
On the fourth tier, there are needs of esteem, such as graduating from college, releasing an album, publishing a book, or getting married. Then there is the fifth tier on the hierarchy, a need for self-actualization.
Maslow may have structured his hierarchy with the best intentions in mind, however, there are some inconsistencies relating to the order of achievement. For example, except for breathing, one typically doesn’t expect for physiological fulfillment to be freely given unless one is a child, or disabled.
Even with adult disabilities, one would have to be lucky enough to live in a country with a good welfare program, or else be left for dead. However, that is the exception. For the most part, you need a job in order to buy food. But in order to gain employment and maintain it, one needs to be liked and accepted by the group, or else they will either be used and discarded, or flat out rejected right off the bat.
Social acceptance comes from level three on the hierarchy, so therefore, based on that reason alone, it seems as though one should gain social acceptance first in order to survive.
Social acceptance is usually rooted in childhood connections that would have otherwise lasted a lifetime. But what if you constantly relocated throughout your childhood? Or what if you are just socially awkward? What if you are just an introvert?
Centuries ago, or in fact, even as recent as the 1980s, you would be left for dead without social support. Conformity is primordially ingrained deep within our collective subconscious, that is why all normies would rather conform to society than embrace their true nature.
Luckily today, with the advent of the internet, you can literally create something that adds value to the lives of others, and pay someone who is naturally more socially outgoing to market it for you. If you find that you are naturally an introvert, I recommend becoming an author and enjoying the benefits of faceless fame, the best of both worlds.
However, creating something that adds esteem is found at level four of the hierarchy. One may choose to approach the hierarchy based on one’s own tastes and interests.
For example, an extravert seeking employment may prioritize social conformity, even to the detriment of morality, while an introvert may choose to prioritize esteem. Another cause for concern is being able to secure food with no safe place to leave it, or no transport to even procure it.
So here is my revised version of Maslow’s hierarchy as it relates to modern life. Particularly as it relates to eccentric introverts, because my blog is not for normies.
First of all, make safety a priority. Once you are safe, do some soul searching with the intent of discovering your niche. This requires long, lonely periods of isolation from the world. My advice to set you up on the right path for rediscovering your niche is to remember what you loved to do when you were 18.
It also helps if you keep in mind that you will naturally be good at whatever it is that you enjoy doing. That niche will provide esteem while also providing for all of your physiological and safety needs.
Once you have rediscovered your niche and you are dedicated to your purpose, you will find that the right social support naturally forms around you. Others with whom you share a common interest will naturally gravitate towards you as they too become inspired.
So once again to recap, safety first, then esteem, then physical needs, then social support. Self-actualization can only be achieved by becoming exceptionally good at performing your niche, the very best. And that can only be achieved through many decades of consistently showing up and honing your craft.
On July 4, 2024, we celebrated the 248th anniversary of our country’s independence. Not even two weeks later on July 13, former president Donald J. Trump was almost assassinated at a rally in Butler, Pennsylvania while seeking re-election.
According to news reports, Trump was shot in the upper right ear by a lone gunman on Saturday night, only a few feet away from his wife and son. The motives of the shooter are not immediately clear. Though it is easy to speculate that he was a supporter of the left who was attempting to prevent Trump’s re-election.
The shooter has been identified as 20 year old Thomas Matthew Crooks. Crooks was a registered republican, so it is not clear as to why he would make an attempt on the life of a candidate from his own party.
I have two theories as to why.
His support for the GOP was all a ruse, and he was spying for the far left all along.
He is a true republican, but he didn’t get his candidate of choice to run on the republican ticket.
Whatever his motives, his actions only further prove the extent to which freedom is being respected in this country today. If he thinks that picking up a gun and using it on someone is the way to solve the problem of a presidential candidate he disapproves of, then that same thought process transfers over to free speech.
248 years ago, wiser men than I had assembled at the first ever sitting of what was to be known as the US congress. There they drafted the first ten amendments of the American constitution, the bill of rights.
The very first amendment within the bill of rights is one that protects civil liberties, which includes; freedom of speech, freedom of the press, freedom of expression, and freedom of religion. Our country was literally founded upon the premise of democracy.
The second amendment is intended to protect our homes and our families from invaders, particularly those who threaten our freedom. So when someone decides to use their second amendment right to penalize someone else for invoking their first amendment rights, rather than defending them for using said rights, the apple has fallen very far from the tree. Is this who we want to be as a country?
Do you know what my problem is with the far left? They seem to have the misguided impression that freedom only applies to them, and nobody else. If you say something they don’t like, they call you crazy, and want to cancel you.
They are the only ones who get to have free speech, and you just have to shut up and listen to them. They feel emboldened to trample over the rights of others because they are part of a group that gives them a false sense of invincibility. But always remember that cowards run in packs.
Our enemies are delusional, mostly because they fail to realize that there are actually two sides to free speech. The constitution protects my free speech just as much as it protects theirs, and if I don’t like what they are saying, I can just walk away and leave them standing there looking stupid. How’s that for free speech?
I don’t agree with their world views any more than they agree with mine, but the difference between us is that I actually respect their constitutional rights regardless of how I feel. But here is the thing though, I also respect my own rights as well as theirs.
The far left are the least patriotic group in this country, and do not actually respect the constitution. They are only in it for themselves, and will shamelessly and unapologetically exploit our civil liberties, along with the capitalist free market to their advantage.
Now, what kind of people are likely to be far left? They typically tend to consist of feminists, LGBT, blacks, hispanics, immigrants, some working class whites, etc.
The aforementioned groups have been historically considered to be minorities in this country, and are believed to have experienced discrimination, or some other form of trauma. Whether or not that is the case, they tend to struggle with insecurity, and will often use past trauma, or fake mental illnesses as a crutch to excuse away accountability.
Insecurity often leads to envy. They envy anyone who is making too much sense, who doesn’t live up to a certain stereotype, or who wants anything else out of life besides the cards they were dealt.
When they get a small taste of power, they let it get to their heads, and they end up abusing it like a bad habit. They now have all this undeserved power, with no good intentions, and no accountability.
Not only that, but the left are as racist as they come. Yet when they see a black man striving to help make America great again, our own friends and relatives want to label us as uncle Toms for doing so.
But through it all, we must hold them all accountable, cost it what it will. There are two sides to free speech, and we must insist on being respected. If they don’t want to hear you out, walk away with your dignity intact, or this will never end.
Turning a blind eye to their treachery can be compared to paying a blackmailer. You are not achieving peace by compromising your ideals, you are only encouraging them to get bolder and greedier.
Before you know it, their demands gradually become grander and more preposterous, and you will keep paying them until you are penniless. Then they might still choose not to hold up their end of the bargain.
In order to defeat your enemies, you must first be able to figure out what they are after, and make sure that they are not able to achieve it at your expense. With there being few exceptions, the right are capitalists, and tend to pursue wealth. While the left are communists, and tend to favor societal conformity.
They want power over anyone they fear and envy, and they want it at all cost. What makes you think they want you gaining wealth if doing so would limit their hold over you?
Wouldn’t it make more sense to expect that they would try and sabotage our pursuit of wealth and freedom at all cost? This is why they try so hard to silence us. They have been trying to censor our rights to free speech on social media and community forums, and now they have even gone so far as to shoot the people they don’t agree with.
Take a stance for equity. Take a stance for capitalism. Take the other side of free speech. Help me take our country back while we still have a country. Do it before they manage to normalize the shooting of those with whom they disagree. If they feel entitled to shoot Donald Trump, imagine how they must feel about me.
“Jake” has been down on his luck since last year. He went from losing his job, to watching helplessly as his girlfriend left him for some rich douchebag, to ultimately losing his apartment. Sick, homeless and alone, it became obvious with each passing day that this is as good as it will ever get. So he did the only logical thing he could think of doing under the circumstances.
He considered several methods, but finally settled on overdosing. He was always a bit of a hedonist, so he wanted his exit to be as painless as possible. He never used hard drugs a day in his life, yet couldn’t help but notice a couple of heroin addicts sharing a needle some ways over in the distance. So he stole their needle after they had already passed out for the night. Then, in an alleyway, behind a dumpster, Jake got into a comfortable position on a piece of cardboard he called a bed.
Jake then wrote a note,
{Greedy, sadistic pigs only want power and control over the poor. But all I ever wanted was to be happy, healthy and comfortable. Was that too much to ask? You’re finally getting what you’ve always wanted. I hope it was worth it to you.}
He placed the note under a stone, and injected a lethal dose of liquid Fentanyl up his keister. He thought about saying one final prayer, but figured it would be a waste of his damn time. “If God wanted to show up, it would never have to come to this.” That thought made him very angry. Jake then laid on his back, and closed his eyes.
…
The next time he opens his eyes, he immediately realizes that his surroundings are unfamiliar. He is inside some kind of life-sized capsule, hooked up to tubes and monitors, in what seems to be some kind of laboratory. Just then, the alarm on his capsule goes off, and a group of scientists in white lab coats rushes into the room with pens and notepads.
“Orphelius, I see that you are finally awake.” “What!” Jake replies, obviously confused. “The subject is awake,” one scientist says, speaking into some kind of audio recorder. “Heart rate, eighty-five beats per minute. Blood pressure, one-thirty over seventy-five. Pulse, ninety.” another scientist says, writing on a notepad.
“Goddammit!” Jake yells hysterically, “I told you I didn’t wanna be saved.” “The subject is disoriented,” one scientist says. “Get him to recovery on the double,” says another. They open the capsule, and unhook him from all the tubes and wires. Then hurriedly run down the hall while pushing him out to the recovery ward on a gurney. He slips out of consciousness again.
The next time he awakens, he sees a woman sitting on a chair next to his bed. “Orphelius, so nice to see that you are finally awake.” “Who are you?” Jake asks, still dazed. “You would think that after 7000 years, the least a man could do is remember the face of, his own wife,” she jokes.
“My wife??” “Orphelius, why are you acting so strange?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about, lady. Why do you keep calling me by that strange name?”
“Where am I anyway?” “Orphelius, don’t you remember?” “Remember What? Hey, who’s the wise guy with the bright idea to pull a gag like this? I bet it was Vinnie, trying to be slick.”
“Ummm, Okaaay! I am like, completely lost for words right now, but doctor Qualz said he’ll be back in a minute to check on your vitals,” the woman says with a blank stare.
Just now, Dr. Qualz enters the room. “Orphelius, I see that you are awake.” “Look Doc, maybe you can fill me in, huh. There’s a strange lady here who says that she is my wife. And she is calling me by some strange name I ain’t never heard a day in my life.”
“Ok Orphelius, try to relax. Remember, you are still coming out of…” “…Look, it’s Jake, OK! My name’s Jake. Now why don’t you tell me what the hell is going on here.” The doctor and the woman give each other puzzled stares. “Ok then… Jake,” Dr. Qualz nods to the woman to play along, “Why don’t you tell me the last thing you remember?”
“Ok! So, I guess I was homeless, living on the streets of Chicago. It was very cold, and I had to cover with old newspapers. I was starving, sick, and had sores growing all over my skin, and on the inside of my mouth. I didn’t want to live anymore. So I watched a couple of junkies share a heroin needle, and once they had passed out, I took it, and used it to shoot fentanyl up my ass.”
“Fentanyl, you say?” The puzzled doctor asks. “Yeah, all of 20 cc’s, enough to knock off an elephant. And then I woke up here.” “Interesting! May I ask what led you to make that decision?” The doctor asks, writing profusely. “I was depressed after I lost my job. Then my girlfriend left me for some rich asshole. And then I lost my apartment and ended up on the street.”
“This is incredible! This is absolutely incredible!” The doctor exclaims. “That is the strangest thing I have ever heard,” the woman says. “Why would anybody want to live on the street?” “Probably because they don’t have a choice,” Jake replies. “And why would your friend just abandon you for someone else?” “Probably because he’s rich.” “What is rich?” “What is whaah…? Are you fucking kidding me right now?”
“Katanya please! Let me do all the talking,” the doctor says, slightly annoyed. “Orphelius, try to understand. We are trying to help you in the best way possible. But these are all alien concepts to us.” “What do you mean by alien concepts? The world is full of poor people, and the rich douchebags who exploit them. How is that an alien concept?” The doctor and the woman listen intently.
Jake continues, “… and that’s not even the worst part. I never really had a supportive family growing up. I dropped out of school when I was fifteen after my pops kicked the bucket. Just so I could work and help out my moms.
But she was always high, and asleep on the couch when I got home. Then I found out I knocked up some chick from around the block. We used to kick it and smoke weed. Then one day we were alone, and things kind of got out of hand. And the next thing you know, she turns up pregnant.
Twenty years later, I’m thirty-five, and I just don’t get it, man. I mean, I tried to do all the right things in life, and I just don’t know if I’m cursed, or som’n. All my life I’ve gotten the shitty end of the stick. And right now, I’m scared, and I just don’t know what my fucking problem is.”
“What do you mean you’re thirty-five. We’ve been married for over 7000 years. We’re at least 35,000 years old, if even…” “Katanya, that’s enough!” Dr. Qualz exclaimes “Wait, what did you say?” Jake asks. “Orphelius, I think I’ve got it. I think I know what’s going on here.” Dr. Qualz says.
“Well don’t just keep me in suspense, doc. Why don’tcha spill it already,” Jake says impatiently. “Do you remember when you said that you overdosed on this thing called… is it Fentanyl?” “Yeah, what about it?” “Well, that’s just it. It must have been your exit clause. The clause that you initiated in order to exit the assimilation sequence.”
Jake goes from puzzled to scared in under a second, tears starting to well up. “You should have remained inside the assimilation for another 40 of earth’s years. Why did you choose to exit prematurely?” Jake bursts into tears, no longer able to hold them back.
“Now do you remember?” Asks a tearful Katanya. “Yes, I remember, I remember everything.” Orphelius weeps bitterly. “How could I ever forget?” Orphelius tries to console himself as Katanya comforts him. “I spent my whole life thinking that my name was Jake Corville, but my existence is way bigger than that.”
“My name is Orphelius. I lived for thirty-five years as Jake Corville. But then I committed suicide, and woke up in… I guess the afterlife, or som’n. And my name is actually Orphelius.”
“Not the afterlife, Orphelius. Your true life. The one and only life,” Katanya says, “Because, after all, life is just a dream.” “You’re right, my dear. Life is just a dream, and dying is like waking up from that dream. Really more of a nightmare if you asked me.”
“Orphelius, I have some questions about your experience within the assimilation, and if you don’t mind, I’d like to go over them with you now.” Dr. Qualz says. “Sure!” Orphelius replies.
“First things first. You gave your name as Jake Corville. Why two names?” “Everyone had two names back on earth. Your second name is called a surname. It tells what family you were born into, and your first name identifies you as an individual.
“What is a family?” “A man and a woman have sex to produce a child. The woman is the one who gets pregnant, but the child is linked to his father’s bloodline, so he takes on his father’s surname.”
“What is sex?” “Sex is, or at least it was supposed to be, a biological expression of the love that’s shared between a man and a woman. Typically, the man shares his genes with his wife, who would then use it to produce a new life that’s mixed with both their genes.”
“Are two people really able to produce a new being?” “Yes, then that being is born as an infant, and grows into a child, then an adult.” “How are they born?”
“They grow inside their mother’s belly for nine of earth’s months. The baby is born when his mother releases him from her belly. At first, they are really tiny, almost like a little person. Then they grow into an even bigger person, and have children of their own. Eventually, they grow elderly. Then they die.”
“Where do they go when they die?” “I guess the assimilation ends and they wake up here in this lab.” “That’s not always the case, Orphelius. Your case is actually quite unique,” Dr. Qualz says. “Oh! How so?”
“Moving right along. You said that you felt this thing called… cold.” “Yes, there is hot, and there is cold. The air has different feelings that are opposite to each other based on whether it’s day or night, or what time of year it is.”
“Fascinating! What is day and night?” “Night is when the sun goes away, and it gets cold and dark outside.” “The sun actually goes away?” “Yes, everyday for about 10 hours, it gets dark so that we can get some sleep.”
“Sleep? Do you mean to tell me that people enter miniature assimilations within your assimilation? And that they do so everytime the sun goes away? And without the aid of a capsule?”
“Yes, but sometimes they dream, and sometimes they don’t. They don’t sleep to get a trip, they sleep to recharge this big round battery they carry around inside their heads.”
“Intriguing! That’s actually pretty incredible.” “You must be a pretty imaginative person, because I never experienced anything like that during my assimilation. Not even close,” Katanya says.
“I remember some time ago during Katanya’s assimilation. She actually said that she spent most of her time being a flying Muka. And that she could go from the sea to the sky effortlessly,” Dr. Qualz says.
“Yes I remember how cool that must have been,” Orphelius replies. “Her story is actually what motivated me to volunteer for your experiment.”
He continues, “Muka reminds me of an earth species. An odd looking thing they call fish.” “Fish?” Dr. Qualz probes. “At least that’s what they call it in English. And the Spanish word for it is pesca? People actually cooked and ate them like food?”
“What is eat, and what is food?” Katanya asks. “Do you mean to tell me that different people have different words for the same thing?” Dr. Qualz asks. “Sure, they call it language. People look, and speak differently based on where they are from.”
Orphelius continued, “Different people had different skin color based on where in the world they are from. They call it race, and the ignorant people wanted to judge others based solely on their race. They wanted to control the money and all the resources, based on something as external and unchangeable as the way you look.”
“What is money?” “A flimsy, worthless piece of paper. If you have enough of it, you could gain access to the actual resources that you need in order to sustain yourself.
“That’s so bizarre.” “I know! And if you think that’s weird. Men actually kill each other for it. Just to be able to impress some cold, heartless woman.”
“If these are things that you need, then why are they withholding it based on something as flimsy as a piece of paper?” “Because of control. Because they use it as a bargaining chip to validate those who do what they say. Then take it away whenever you step out of line.”
“The more you talk, the more convinced I am that this place you went to. This place called earth, is the most bizarre assimilation story we have ever heard,” Katanya says. “Katanya is right,” Dr. Qualz says.
“Do you remember when I asked you where the people on earth go when they die?” “Yeah!” “You said that they woke up here, but they don’t. You must have been the only sentient being within your assimilation. Every other being you encountered there was only a figment of your imagination.” “You mean like an NPC?” “Sure! Whatever you want to call it.”
“It’s no secret that you have a very powerful imagination, Orphelius. We still don’t understand the magnitude of what you were able to conjure up while you were in there. But it is sure to aid in our scientific research for years to come.” “You mean to tell me that I was like the god of my own little world?” “What’s a god?”
“Oh, that’s right! How could I possibly expect you to know? They worshiped some kind of superior being, who they believed was capable of granting them whatever they wanted, kind of like a genie in a lamp.”
“Well that’s absurd! Why would they do a thing like that?” “Because they think he created them, and that he is capable of granting wishes. Different people worship different gods based on their race. Some races would even kill for their god.”
“The possibility that someone or something could have created us has never really crossed our minds,” Qualz says. “Or who or what they might be,” Katanya says. “Do you really think that someone created us, Orphelius? Is that what you learned while you were inside the assimilation?” Qualz asks.
“I don’t know!” Orphelius exclaimes. “The whole idea just seems kinda silly to me. I always thought that we just so happened to exist out of the blue. I never really thought about how we came into existence, nor did I really care. Come to think of it, we never really questioned much of anything. EVER.”
“Why do you think we never questioned much of anything?” Qualz asks. “Maybe we never really had a reason to,” Orphelius replies. “That’s what I was thinking,” Katanya says.
“Do you remember when you talked about the concept of hot and cold, and night and day?” she continues. “Yeah!” “What would you call that?” she curiously asks.
“They are opposite to each other.” “Oh, so you do have a word to describe it,” Qualz says. “Ok, so we’ll just go along with what you call it, then.” Qualz continues. “Oh, I see what you are saying,” Orphelius says.
“It seems like people only have an incentive to question anything if they are somehow challenged. But not if they are always in a state of absolute perfection,” Orphelius continues. “Incentive. Challenges. Perfection.” Doctor Qualz thinks aloud as he writes profusely.
“I know this must be a lot for you to take in all at once, doc,” Orphelius says. “It is, it’s all so very fascinating,” he replies. “I would love to stay and clue you in some more, but Katanya and I would like to embark on a trip to help me become reacquainted with Eternicus.”
“A trip would be rather delightful,” Katanya smiles at her husband. “How much do you actually remember about Eternicus, anyway?” “Not much! I’ve been gone so long that all I can remember is how vast everything was. So vast, yet so empty.” A look of concern crept upon his face, seemingly out of nowhere.
“What do you mean you have been gone a long time, you were only in there for a couple of weeks,” Katanya says. “The plan was for you to complete a month, but two weeks seems about right for someone who exited the assimilation sequence after only thirty-five of earth’s years.” Qualz says.
“You mean it’s only been a couple of weeks? I guess I have more readjusting to do than I thought.” “Well, don’t let me hold you up Orphelius. You and Katanya have fun, and keep in touch.” The two men shake hands.
“Cover your eyes, Orphelius. I have a surprise for you,” Katanya says. “Ooh, a surprise!” Orpheluis exclaimes. “I hope you don’t mind, doc,” Katanya states. “No, not at all!” Qualz replies.
“No peeking, Orphelius,” Katanya says as she pulles back the window blinds. “You can open them now.” Orphelius is tearfully amazed as he opens his eyes.
“Do you remember the last time you casted your eyes upon the beauty of Eternicus?” Katanya asks, hugging Orphelius from behind. “It’s as beautiful as I remember it. The panoramic mountains, the breathtaking oceans, and the green luscious vegetation. It’s been so long, I can’t wait to dive in again.” “Thanks again for everything, doc. We’ll keep in touch,” Katanya says.
Doctor Qualz waves goodbye as the couple sets sail for their new lives together. “Can you imagine sticking your dick in someone, just to show them how much you love them?” “I know, tell me about it.”
“Isn’t it enough just to love them for the companionship of being together?” “Earthlings, right?” The couple says, walking away and laughing together as their dialogue fizzles out in the distance.
Orphelius and Katanya try getting their lives back on track. They go on many great adventures together. They go skiing, kayaking, snorkeling and horseback racing.
They roll around in the grass as they laugh and frolic in the sun. All was right with the world. But then, Orphelius started to notice that something was amiss.
Everything was too perfect. It was always daytime, it never rained or snowed on Eternicus, and it was neither hot nor cold. There was no crime or poverty. No politics or economics. Nothing to fight or die for, and no religion too.
One received instant gratification for everything they could ever want. There were no losses. It wasn’t long before Orphelius began to notice that everything was always the same. And then, he began to remember.
“Orphelius, Katanya, it’s always a pleasure. To what do I owe this pleasant surprise?” “You gotta put me back in, doc. I can’t take another day of this. I’m damn near outta my mind,” Orphelius pleads frantically. “Ok, try to relax Orphelius. Why don’t you tell me what happened?”
“I don’t know what happened to him, doc. Everything was fine, then he just got upset out of the blue, and he wouldn’t tell me why. Only that we had to come back here.” “No worries my dear, let me handle this.”
“I finally figured it out, doc. The whole point of going to earth in the first place. The whole point of being born as an infant in a world so full of pain and despair. It was meant to give life its meaning by adding contrast and polarity into the mix,” Orphelius says as Dr. Qualz writes profusely.
He continues, “We have been living in an absolute utopia this whole time, and didn’t even know how to appreciate it, because we had nothing else to compare it to. It is because we know that our loved ones will die someday, that we cherish every moment we have with them. It is because we know that we will also die someday, that we value our time, and try to make the days count. It is because we experienced bankruptcy and unemployment at some point or other, that we will cherish every dollar as if it was our last. It is because of scarcity, that we will pursue abundance. What motivation would we have to do anything if there truly wasn’t anything to challenge our concept of abundance?”
Qualz and Katanya look on in silence.
“I think I finally understand. I see it clear as day. It is the necessity of pain that gives meaning to all of existence. So you see, I have to go back in. Because being back here again, and being bored out of my mind so soon after returning, made me remember why I volunteered for the experiment in the first place.”
“Going back in is completely unheard of. You would be the first volunteer in all of Eternicus to go back inside an assimilation upon exiting. The repercussions could be cataclysmic. I’m just not sure if it’s worth the risk.”
“Let me worry about the risk, buddy. You just worry about loading it up.” “Now wait just a minute here…” “Orphelius, you’re being erratic. Why don’t you just listen to doctor Qualz’s advice? We’ll figure something out. We’ll make it better.”
“No Katanya, I’ve had enough of this dump. Like it or not, I’m getting out of Dodge.” “Please Orphelius,” she tearfully pleads with him. “I just don’t see the point, Orphelius. It’s not like you can go back to being Jake Corville. He’s already dead, and you killed him.” Qualz says.
Silence fills the air.
“If you go back in, you might have to be born as an infant, and start life all over again,” Qualz continues. “That’s not an alien concept to me. I think they call it reincarnation.” Orphelius says as Dr. Qualz writes profusely.
“I’m willing to be reincarnated and start life all over again as a different person. Whatever it takes just to get out of here.” “Reincarnation sounds like a fascinating theory to explore. I would love to have the chance to study it in depth.” “Great, so then it’s settled. Load it up.” Orphelius says, already halfway inside the capsule pod.
“Oh no you don’t,” Katanya says, “You’re not taking off without me this time.” She continues, climbing into a separate capsule pod. “I want to find out about this sex business you won’t shut up about.”
Dr. Qualz is left standing there, looking lost.
“Wait for meeee!” He jumps into a third capsule pod, presets it to end in a month, then takes off.
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In the alleyway, behind a dumpster, a homeless lady is about to give birth on the streets, in the freezing rain. Her head perched atop a trash bag filled with bottles and cans. “Push Monique, Push! Push! Push!” Her friend says frantically. They were out collecting bottles from the trash, when they got caught in the rain, and Monique unexpectedly went into labor prematurely.
“Push Monique, Push! You’re almost there. I can see the head.” Monique lets out a blood curdling scream. Then the cries of a newborn can be heard. “It’s a boy, it’s a boy!” Her friend says. “I have always wanted a boy.” Monique cries tears of joy. “He’s really tiny, but he’s a beautiful baby boy,” Her friend says.
“I think so, too,” Monique says, “I want to give him the best possible life that a mother can give to her child. I just don’t know how I’mma manage.” “You don’t have to go through this alone. We’ll all be there for you, every step of the way. I know you’ll be a great mom.” “That’s reassuring to know. I would love to give him the best life possible. I only hope that I didn’t pass HIV on to my son during childbirth.”
“Hey, what’s that smell?” Monique’s friend sniffs the air. “Hey, I smell it, too.” Monique says, “It smells like a dead rat, or something.” Unbeknownst to the two women, there is a piece of cardboard on the other side of the dumpster. And on it, lies the remains of a homeless man, with a heroin needle, and a suicide note.
In the realm of self-made men, there are some who have claimed the black pill as their preferred ideology. Or perhaps the black pill claimed them. Then there are those who truly believe that they are black pilled. But how could that be if all they do is complain about women?
There is a specific group of men calling themselves incels, short for involuntary celibate. An incel is a straight male who believes that he is unable to get laid. In response to feeling defeated in life, incels have taken to social media to vent their frustration about their predicament.
They have joined several online support groups. In the midst of panic, many incels have turned to the black pill, hoping to find solace. They are more than welcome to join. But if all they want to do is complain about women all day, then they have misunderstood the true meaning of being black pilled.
The black pill is believed to be built on the premise of nihilism. Inspired by the works of Camus and Schopenhauer, the black pill is intended to shine a light on the absurdity of life. But to be nihilistic is to be hopeless and to give in to despair. Is nihilism the best mindset for the black pill? Is that how you want to live? Hopeless?
The black pill is a path towards total freedom. Nihilism seems to be the very opposite of how one should want to live. In fact, if you practice nihilism as a part of your black pill journey, you will not live at all. Life would pass you by, and you wouldn’t truly have lived.
I understand that the way the world is, and the way people are would make you not want to care anymore, and rightfully so. You are well within your rights to not care. But you are going about it the wrong way. To be nihilistic is to be hopeless about one’s own conditions, but to be nonchalant is to not care about anyone or anything going on around you.
It is one thing to experience existential nihilism or societal nihilism, but personal nihilism is self-defeating. It is not wise to be neglectful of your own well-being as some forms of nihilism might suggest.
There are too many young men claiming to be black pilled, who are taking their own lives in the name of nihilism. Those men are considered Doomers, an extreme branch of the black pill.
The black pill is not meant for everyone, as it is a very intense journey, and a very lonely one at that. If you want to know the truth about this world, you must be prepared to pay a very steep price for it. Not everyone can handle that truth. And once you go black, you can never go back.
So first, you must make up your mind as to whether the black pill is how you truly want to live. And tread very carefully. The path of the black pill can get really dark at times. Yet it is so rewarding and liberating in the long run. Nihilism is not the most effective way to enlighten your path on the black pill journey, as it will only further darken it.
It is when you are truly nonchalant about life that your path will be enlightened. That precious moment when you realize that you truly do not give a damn what anyone thinks or says is when you have reached a dangerously awesome level of freedom.
It will be a truly satisfying and liberating feeling. It will feel as though a huge burden has been lifted off your shoulders. That is the day you will truly live life on your own terms. A master of your own domain.
I must warn you however that being nonchalant is not something that can be faked. It’s either you care, or you don’t. But if you try to be nonchalant when you know you still care, you will only drive yourself mad. Stoicism is pretending not to care, and nonchalance is not caring at all. Confusing the two can be quite tragic.
Nonchalance comes naturally for me, right down to my molecular structure. Not everyone can do what I can, so be honest with yourself. For me, it was nature and nurture. Something that I practiced until I became better at it overtime. It was more challenging to remain nonchalant when I was young and blue pilled.
But the more black pilled I became, the easier it was for me to be nonchalant. If you are black pilled and you think you have the potential to be nonchalant, my advice is to embrace that side of you and practice to become more perfectly nonchalant.
When you are nonchalant, you are pessimistic about society, yet optimistic about your own life. You know that the whole world went to hell in a handbasket. But it does not make a difference to you, or how you choose to live.
If people are fake, do not entertain them. If women are shallow, treat them as you would a rabid dog. If sex is important to you, find a way to get laid without approaching strange women. If employers are dishonest, build your own company right across the street from them, and steal all of their longtime customers right under their nose.
Whatever you do, do not give energy to anything that doesn’t serve you. The world only seems to notice you when you become nonchalant. Do not be deceived. They are only interested in you for their own selfish gain, which further proves how shallow they really are.
At that point, you are well within your rights to tell them to go fuck themselves. If the thought of telling people to go fuck themselves somehow rubs you the wrong way, you are NOT nonchalant. The ultimate test. If you are not nonchalant, the black pill is truly not meant for you.
Many people have varying ideas about sexual immorality, from incest to polygyny to homosexuality. For some reason, hedonism often gets a bad rap, but that is only part of the broader issue.
It gets to the point where society would much rather label hedonistic straight men as metrosexuals, simply because they are not used to seeing straight men having good taste for the finer things in life.
Anything you are doing that they do not like will be mislabeled as sexual immorality. For that reason, the concept of sexual immorality has become so skewed by definition, that it has lost its original meaning. Here in this article, I will be putting sexual immorality back into its proper context.
Sexual immorality is defined as a sexual act that offends someone else. How do you sexually offend someone in a way that is valid? By forcing them to do something against their will. What kind of individuals are likely to get forced into a sex act against their will?
A woman being raped by a man who is able to physically overpower her. A minor being molested by an adult. An animal being raped by a human. Or an intoxicated person who is not fully in charge of their mental faculties at the moment.
As you can see, every sexual offense involves a power dynamic that allows for the more vulnerable party to be violated. In order for a crime to be committed, three conditions must be met. There must be motive, ability and opportunity.
Ability and opportunity might both be present, but if there is no motive, no crime will be committed. How does one become a victim if the would-be offender is not remotely interested in sexually engaging them to begin with?
And so therefore, they have no business getting offended by you doing something that does not involve them in the least. As a matter of fact, they are sticking their nose where it doesn’t belong because they were not even supposed to know what you are doing.
Two homosexual men having sex with each other is not immoral so long as they are mutually consenting adults. This is coming from a homophobic Jamaican. I may be offended by the sight of them holding hands in public. But I also respect their human rights to be who they are, and love who they love.
Two blood relatives are free to commit acts of incest. So long as they are mutually consenting adults in the privacy of their home, and they have made up their minds that that is what they both want to do. As much as how the mere thought of incest makes me cringe, it would be rather hypocritical of me to only respect the consent of two gay lovers, but not the consent of kissing cousins.
The 40 year old incel who made up his mind that he is finally going to pay an escort to lose his virginity is not committing a mortal sin by fornicating. As a matter of fact, fornication is a made up word that the church uses to shame and guilt people who are more sexually liberated.
They do so by telling them that they are going to burn in hell for eternity, just for simply getting it on. Imagine that! Burning in hell alongside scammers, rapists and murderers for all eternity, just because you decided to go out and get laid.
The polygynist who has multiple wives and concubines is not committing a sin by not committing his entire life to one woman only. His polygyny is merely the result of a different point of view. The story of creation should be unique and diverse. Imagine how boring life would be if everyone was the same.
The hedonistic male suitor who has decided to play the field is not committing a sin by refusing to go steady. Marriage and kids are a huge responsibility. It takes a special level of patience to be a husband and father. So it is definitely not meant for everyone. Imagine how mundane life would be waking up next to the same woman, everyday for the next 50 years.
Watching her age more and more with each passing day. Finding it hard to maintain the same level of attraction you once had for her as she gains weight and begins acting out her insecurities in ways that are both toxic and immature. Wondering if you made the right decision by going steady.
Quit stressing over it. It is perfectly ok to play the field so long as you are honest about your intentions right from the jump. Whatever you do, do not lead people on, or intentionally break their hearts. Do unto others!
Perhaps controlling individuals believe that those acts are immoral because they are not able to exploit them for their own selfish gain. If anything, it is the controlling party who are immoral for trying to stand in the way of you doing what you want. Afterall, sexual repression is a form of sex abuse, especially when there is a spiritual factor involved.
Even if they don’t like what you are doing, it is not their place to stop you, so long as you are not violating others. That would be them trying to play god over your life. Which makes them an enemy of your privacy, and an enemy of free will.
The examples of sexual immorality that I have mentioned so far are entirely related to consent, or rather, the lack of it. Well sexual repression is also related to consent, because one typically does not consent to being sexually repressed.
Nor do they consent to being ruled by those who are external to their experience. That is something that they are being forced to accept against their will. So when controlling individuals are imposing their moral standards upon you unsolicitedly, they are sexually violating you. Which in turn makes them sexually immoral.
It’s ironic how when you point one finger outwards, there are always three more pointing right back at you. Not only that, but they are hypocrites because they have some skeletons in their closet (often literally), that will make your so-called sins look like a Sunday stroll by comparison.
All of them have their own personal issues that they need to address. Yet all they seem able to focus on is what you do in the privacy of your bedroom? What the hell is wrong with people?
We need to start taking them to court for harassment. They need to know that there are consequences for their actions. Especially when it is becoming an obsession.
No one has the right to deprive you of peace of mind. Some of them are really ignorant, and narrow-minded. But perhaps with a little education, they will see the error of their ways before it is too late.
