It’s incredible, more than five years can pass and you can remember some people with such strong feelings but a few days can pass and you won’t remember that slore you slammed out in a public toilet cubicle over the weekend.
The word likely hits the part of your brain that says “negative” and “bad”.
Most people go through life avoiding drama and conflict.
But some, they love drama.
Modern lexicon has sarcastically termed shallow emotional “why didn’t you answer your phone” girl bullshit as “drama”. That shit should be avoided and is not what I am talking about.
I’m talking about blood rushing, heart racing, palms sweating drama.
I’m talking about moments that make you fear for your life, livelihood, family and property.
Okay, I don’t go searching for it. But it is important.
Drama reveals who you are deep inside.
Drama reveals loyalties.
Drama reveals who you can trust.
Drama reveals truth.
Let’s talk for a moment about relationships.
Male friendships are built on common interests, respect, and time spent together. But those things
are phoney specialities until you know how a man acts in the time of a crisis. The seemingly closest male
friendship can become the deepest hate-filled rivalry in a single moment of betrayal or weakness. Any guy who has been in a bar fight or intense argument that needed backing up can attest to this.
Male-female relationships are built on attraction, value and good emotions. But the deepest passion and emotional connection cannot be forged until you go through a conflict together, a crisis, a gut check that strips you both down to raw emotionalism and makes you acknowledge that only deep love can make you feel so intensely.
In a time of crisis your true colours are shown in blazing glory or dramatic failure. These true colours become attached to your identity and that identity is embedded in any witnesses’ brain. To them, how you act in a crisis is who you truly are. Your actions in times of heart thumping drama can’t be rationalised or explained away later in calmer times. Juries can be fooled, witnesses can’t.
This is one basis for the “shit test”. Girls need to find a man’s true character in order to see if
she’s attracted to him or not. One way to do this is to bring him a little conflict and see how he responds.
But that’s well documented.
I’ll let you in on a little secret: guys shit test guys all the time.
You don’t think so?
Well one of the basic qualities of male friendships is the ability to take a joke and toss one back.
It is also one of the best friendship-altering mechanisms.
If a guy takes friendly jokes or pranks at his expense too easily and doesn’t toss one back, he
quickly becomes the whipping boy of the group. He is the designated butt of the joke who is not counted on.
If a guy goes off to friendly teasing, overreacts or ups the ante to personal insults and confrontation, nobody wants to be his friend as he is both unpleasant and a liability to go off the handle at future times of crisis.
Just like girls shit testing romantic prospects is natural and unconscious, so is guys teasing their friends.
It is a normal and necessary way to determine the value of an ally you may depend on for survival or livelihood one day.
As far as girls, anyone who is experienced in relationships knows the importance of the First Big Fight.
Usually within 6 months, there is a make or break fight.
It starts when somebody’s loyalty or commitment is questioned. Somebody disrespects the other in some way.
Until that fight happens you know nothing about your partner.
In the fallout of emotional temper, you begin telling each other what you truly think of each other. It goes beyond the fight’s trigger as you start spilling all the little things you dislike about each other and all the minor gripes that weren’t previously brought up are shown the light of day. The girl starts confessing little things about herself that might meet the man with displeasure. She figures now is the time to get it all out and test his true devotion to her. This big fight will either intensify the flames of passion of the relationship or extinguish them completely.
It is only after that fight that the relationship truly begins.
Many know the caste system that relates to India, such as what is described below:
The caste system in India is the paradigmatic ethnographic example of caste. It has origins in ancient India, and was transformed by various ruling elites in medieval, early-modern, and modern India, especially the Mughal Empire and the British Raj. It is today the basis of educational and job reservations in India. The caste system consists of two different concepts, varna and jati, which may be regarded as different levels of analysis of this system. Vaidyanathan argues that the caste system existed at the village level to serve the needs of its people, however, the method in which the 1881 census was carried out in India by the British Raj institutionalized the caste system on a much larger national scale.
But this same concept seems to apply in so many areas of our lives. Well not so closely but to a degree.
There’s just so many “tiers” in people these days.
Top tier people whom you aspire to have around whilst feeling comfortable and proud to have as companions or partners.
Mid-tier people that are doing ok, and you respect but are at a level you think is one that isn’t achieving their maximum potential.
Bottom-tier people that lack the ability or are just inherently lazy that you cannot bring yourself to respect them.
Weather its professionally or in social contexts, I notice how closely people judge, despite the agenda these days to “not judge”, the opposite occurs subconsciously.
As an expat, you’ll come across different tiers of fellow foreigners in every city you visit. Some cities will skew towards bottom and mid-tier expats, whilst others will have more of the top-tier individuals. This depends a lot on your field, and the location also.
In competitive cities, which university you go to, what you do, what field you’re in, what you earn and most importantly your personality, will all come into play when it comes to so many areas of your life. Weather its meeting new people, job interviews, dating or general respect amongst the community.
A recent example is of a lower tier individual I met through some friends on a night out a couple years ago. This guy was basically hitting 30, smoked weed non-stop through his early 20s, finally graduated school at 27, was a total loser back home working in retail and now was doing some customer service gig abroad which was the pinnacle for him. He was banging foreigner chaser sluts in our city that were considered the lowest rung of girls available and barely a step up from jerking off (assuming you didn’t cop an STD in the process of banging).
But for him, this was heaven. Coming from a total dump of a city, being a basement dweller with no motivation – being in a foreign country with low hanging fruit as women and a somewhat stable income (Albeit zero progression or respect) was great. There was no sense of achievement, nor a sense of development that drove him to excel in any task, it was merely just putting in the bare minimum, grinding to the weekend then boozing, weeding, gaming until Monday. It was sad, and I knew I simply can’t get along with scrubs such as these.
And nor should anyone. As they say “You are the average of the five people you spend the most time with”.
Cut the filth, keep the quality. Aim high as you can, dare to dream.
Australia, more specifically the city of Melbourne is potentially up there with heavily Cuckolded regions such as Scandinavia, US and Canada.
Recently, a thread posted in forum disclosed great areas to meet women, at most it’s locker room banter amongst men discussing their thoughts and outcomes at potentially meeting suitable women for dating. This is a normal phenomenon amongst humans.
Now the leftoid media in Melbourne has somehow linked (go figure how?!) asking a girl out to a string of violent murders that have taken place in Melbourne over the last year or so.
The source of this seems to be a freakshow feminist (Again, surprise!)
In 2019, making conversation with a girl as a heterosexual male is creepy, misogynistic and rape.
More stories have been published…
“THE HORRIFYING MELBOURNE-BASED MISOGYNIST FORUM”
“Pick-up artists share creepy list of public venues to approach ‘targets’”
“Creepy guide on how to target women in Melbourne surfaces online”
“If You’re Checking Out A List On Where To Randomly Approach Women, You’re A Jerk”
“A Supremely Grot Pick-Up Artist ‘Guide To Melbourne’ Has Been Reported To Police”
“Creepy ‘pick-up artist’ guide revealing the top places to meet women in Melbourne sparks outrage – but the authors are more worried about ‘male feminists'”
On Facebook, a group said the data sheets targets women “for murder”
And the cuckfuck media gobbles it up to shit out these above articles.
And given how cuckolded universities are, they side with the freakshows:
It’s always the undesirable leftovers that complain the hardest about “rape culture” and “Creepy men” perhaps it’s their justification of never getting any male attention. It’s just like how Children sabotage their friends when they are enraged, “If I don’t get any attention, nobody does!”
Fuck that shit.
It’s also convenient how the African immigrants causing crimes targeting international students are totally forgotten:
Youth gangs target international students at an elite Melbourne university as they’re robbed and bashed in sickening string of attacks
– A number of international students are being mugged around Monash University
– In the last 18 days police have been notified of 13 separate attacks on people
– Some people are even assaulted after they hand over their belongings to thugs
– Police in Melbourne are chasing a number of suspects of African appearance
A growing number of international students at an elite Melbourne university are being violently robbed.
Chinese students at Monash University are falling victim to gang violence in the suburban suburb of Clayton – having their wallets, phones and credit cards stolen.
In the last 18 days police have been notified of 13 separate attacks on people as young as 19 to as old as 55, the Herald Sun reported.
Kuan Gao, a 19-year-old Chinese student, had his iPhone and wallet stolen from him by three African men at night when he was walking near the university on April 18.
‘They said very urgently “give us your wallet.” In the meantime, one guy asked me to reset my iPhone settings. I knew they were going to rob me,’ Mr Gao said.
He said he wasn’t able to run away because they blocked him, and the road was too long.
The mugging problem in the area is so bad that there’s even posters telling people to beware of thugs.
‘Warning: Take care when walking through laneway. There have been several incidents of assault and burglaries,’ the sign reads.
Mr Gao said he is now forced to take Ubers home at night, as he needs to walk down the dangerous alleyway to get home.
Another student was mugged at knifepoint near the campus a month earlier, where his attackers even stole the jacket and shirt from his back after taking his brand new iPhone XR.
Some of the victims were subjected to assaults even after giving up their valuables.
Our cuckfuck overloads continue to push the #diversityisstrength notion whilst forgetting the downside risk in letting the lowest rung of migrants pollute the population. Instead, the war on men continues as a substitute to attack whenever possible.
A reader sent in the following message today:
Query: Reminds me PERFECTLY of my time at Uni of Melb:
So much HATE for white men on campuses like UMelb.
“I’m watching you, white boy,” says author Isis Davis-Marks in an op-ed published in the Yale Daily News, who claims that she will save any evidence that she finds of white male classmates behaving badly — even if it’s “unintentional” — just in case she needs it to end a political career in the future.
“Everyone knows a white boy with shiny brown hair and a saccharine smile that conceals his great ambitions,” explains Davis-Marks in her op-ed, claiming that one day, she will turn on CNN to see that the “white boy” has become a “white man” sitting at his “Senate confirmation hearing.”
“When I’m watching the white boy,” writes Davis-Marks, “I’ll remember a racist remark that he said, an unintentional utterance that he made when he had one drink too many at a frat party during sophomore year.”
“I’ll recall a message that he accidentally left open on a computer when he forgot to log out of iMessage, where he likened a woman’s body to a particularly large animal. I’ll kick myself for forgetting to screenshot the evidence.”
“And, when I’m watching him smile that smile,” adds the author, “I’ll think that I could have stopped it.”
As the op-ed continues, the Kavanaugh confirmation hearings are cited — which the Yale student mistakenly refers to as a “trial” — as an example for why collecting such evidence on white males could be useful in the future.
“Dick Cheney attended Yale,” the author reminds readers, “many of us will become extremely influential. Some of our peers will sit in war rooms with red buttons, capable of making life-or-death decisions in a split second.”
“What will the classmates who made those unintentional utterances, those subtle racist remarks, those assaults toward women, be doing on the eve of our 15th reunion?” ponders Davis-Marks, “Will they be high officials? CEOs of large companies? Presidents, even?”
The author continues by insisting that it is up to students to stop future confirmation hearings, claiming that Yale’s administration will not partake in such activity, due to Yale needing “rich — and notable — alumni to keep the school afloat.”
“We allow things to skate by,” writes Davis-Marks, “No questions are asked when our friends accept job offers from companies that manufacture weapons or contribute to gentrification in cities — Thirty years later, we kick ourselves when it’s too late.”
“I can’t let things slip by,” concludes the author, “I’m watching you, white boy. And this time, I’m taking the screenshot.”
Davis-Marks is not the only writer to have recently published an anti-white male piece in a student newspaper. On Thursday, a similar piece was published in the school newspaper for Dickinson College.
The op-ed, entitled”Should White Boys Still Be Allowed to Talk?,” in which the author concluded by stating “hell no,” claiming that males with names such as “Jake, Chad, or Alex” and are not qualified to share their opinions, and should, therefore, be silenced.
Also remember this post too.
What would you consider a waste?
Putting yourself in a situation that you’ve never been before, and taking a chance? Going so far into the ocean that you’re forced to sink or swim and becoming more of a complete person because of it or.. staying in your comfort zone, and building your fortune for the future?
There’s no real correct answer, both have their merits, both have their pit falls. You could become more complete, yet lack the grounding financially to return to your comfort zone with a large amount of amassed treasures which you would’ve accumulated had you never left.
What do you value more? Time or money? If you value money, then you play it safe, if you value time. then you take risks when you’re young enough to do so, so in the event things don’t work out, you can always recover with time. You will probably get so comfortable amassing wealth and comfort at a young age that you’ll be reluctant to leave later on.
I came across this friend of mine in Europe on a brief trip I took there last week, it was interesting, we crossed paths a few years back when I was staying there, we are almost the same age and had a huge desire to explore, yet due to some circumstances beyond his control, he had to stay in his home city for an extended period of time. He took this set back as an opportunity to accumulate wealth in a comfortable environment that he was familiar with. He did very well, launched online companies, traded stocks successfully, and now owns properties, co-owns bars and is very well off.
We caught up at one of his establishments and reflected a little bit on the past few years. What was obvious to me was that he doesn’t regret making money but truly regrets not being able to freely roam the world without any baggage in his early 20s. He has a comfortable life now, but the burden he has now would make it impossible for him to enjoy the freedom that he could have had back a few years ago. He did end up being the most successful person he could be despite the curve ball life threw at him, and his dedication was inspiring.
Although, I feel as if I was lucky enough to balance out both of the desires of wealth and freedom, I can still come to respect the people that chose to lean more strongly on either one. However, doing neither and simply existing, that’s one thing I’d rather avoid.
You live in Australia. You work hard, you pay your taxes and hope those taxes bring the country forward and enhance the country. Then you see that your hard-earned taxes are being used to subsidise a drug that is used as an enabler for homosexual men to engage in unprotected sex with lower chances of contracting HIV.
Imagine that, you’re basically footing the bill so a sub-group of individuals can get more pleasure from their sexual escapades.
Would a prostitute fund where men can get a subsidy to engage in sex with prostitutes be accepted by the population? I mean they are able to enjoy care-free pleasure at the expense of others., same principle right?
I’m glad I don’t reside nor pay taxes to that government anymore.
Interesting read, let the decline continue, Sweden.
The manosphere has, for some time, speculated in regard to females penchant for male migrants and what the causes for this kind of seemingly preposterous pattern of behavior are.
Roosh has emphasized the lack of offspring as a reason why some members of the opposite sex go crazy and use pets or migrants as substitutes for real babies. Cheateau Heartiste has looked upon the everlasting female urge for strong men as a reason why male migrants are so popular among feminists, despite the fact that the former tend to be more prone to assault and rape than native men.
Others point to pathological altruism (women tend to feel bad about those poor migrants, even if they are real or potential rapists or were economic migrants in the first place) and general irrational behavior (women tend to lack the ability to make substantial fact-based consequence analyses). Also, more males means less competition for females. That’s maybe why they are less keen on letting their poor global sisters in. Everything that is bad for (white) western men are good news for leftists and feminists.
Whether or not the root cause is somehow linked to one or several of the above-mentioned explanations, another consequence is that a significant amount of women actively seek out young male migrants for sex. Last year, here in Sweden, a couple of women were reported or even charged in the aftermath of having sex with adolescent males (or at least young adults), between 13-20 years of age. While nationalist media outlets were not surprisingly inclined to interpret these cases as proof of a widespread phenomenon, even liberal media wrote about this indelicate matter.
Western European couple adopts an African “child”
I had a couple of online discussions after having read reports on these events and suggested that these women seem to yearn for younger males, which is morally and legally questionable, whereas politically correct social media (((friends))) stressed that these decent middle-aged women just wanted to take care of the poor migrants and that sexual benefits were only rare occasions.
Well, now even the massively left-leaning government radio outlet Sveriges Radio has reported on the very same topic, and the phenomenon appears to be far more common than the limited number of cases that earlier reports implied. Multiple young male migrants from North Africa, especially Morocco, who dwell at the infamous Sergels Torg in the center of Stockholm, are sought out by older women who offer them food and shelter in exchange for sexual favors. This typically occurs after the daily drug dealing has ended for the day, at late night.
It seems to be a pretty good deal for ugly wrinkled women to be banged by weather-beaten yet fairly athletic youngsters with an exotic flavor. As thirsty as many native men may be, extremely few of them are still willing to sleep with your friend’s mom or grandma. The aesthethic bottom of society is left for the, quite literally and metaphorically, allochthonous scavengers who are seldom reluctant to say no to such generous offers.
If one zooms out on this subject and looks at underlying causes, it is obvious that economic, political and sociocultural factors matter. Middle-aged western women, especially in feminist Sweden, feel entitled, and as being part of the global middle class they have the amount of disposable income needed to travel abroad in order to have sex with alluring foreign males or seek them out at locally. It’s the equivalent of older men who go to Pattaya in Thailand, or the city’s sex district for that matter.
In Sweden some call these women batikhäxor
Inequality of income, whether at the local or global level, will always exist to some degree and I don’t see a problem with isolated instances of single women who want to get sexual satisfaction from younger guys.
However, this is a broader and deeper problem who among other things reflects the great surplus of men, a situation which was created completely “artificially” by the left hands of feminists and globalists. If these were truly concerned about poor and vulnerable people they could have just let more females in instead of physically able young men from Africa and Asia. This looks more and more like a politically correct scam that only red pill men dare to speak about.
Swedenstan, alongside cucked Canada, with prime menstruator Trudeau as the true proponent of crazy ideas, are leading the sexes astray with weird ideals and ideas that in the long run do no one no good. Not even the male migrants who come to the West in large numbers.
I often wonder how adaptable a person can be.
How would they survive if they were taken from the creature comforts of their home city, and dropped into an environment where they didn’t know a word of the local language or a single soul.
How would they react?
Would they whinge and put down everything around them and miss home.
Or would they adapt, put their head down and observe, learn words daily and begin to adapt to the cultural norms.
In reality, most people go through phases of culture shock but the people who are of a higher calibre learn to adapt. They don’t sit around playing Pokemon Go until the odd hours of the night, instead they improve themselves through acquiring knowledge or skills.
You see, people often take the path of least resistance. They are unwilling to step outside of their comfort zone. This could mean never leaving Melbourne besides the annual trip to Bali or Japan. Or Never trying to enter a new field. The list can go on.
But what truly sets the brilliant apart from the average is their ability to adapt.
I’ve noticed it where I live now. The people who are transient in their base but are a calibre above the average are much more in-tune with their surroundings. They adapt so well that they go much further than the hooligan that looks totally misplaced in their behaviour, not just their appearance.
Sure, leaving the west is great, and I am sure many more people who were established back home will take the plunge, but once you do leave, you cannot simply live abroad with the same attitudes and behaviours that you have developed back home.
I for one can totally tell the level that I have changed myself over the years. The bitterness of being in a place where I couldn’t agree or accept its values just made me unhappy. That doesn’t happen anymore.
..but there are other challenges.
The challenge of “Belonging”.
Some societies, you simply wont ever belong regardless of how long you live there.
You’ll always be viewed as different.
Countries that are against Mass-migration and protect their borders and cultures through a largely homogeneous racial profile in its population, will rarely view someone as their own based purely on their foreign appearance.
This is just something you’ll have to accept.
It has its pros and cons but the pros definitely out shine the pain of living back home.
This is something that most never really think of when they are hoping to set up life abroad, it just comes after a while of living in a different society.
It stated the following:
Couldn’t agree more with this article’s points and it’s 2018 and only gotten worse, I’m putting together an exit strategy and this has helped cement my own feelings. I moved to melbourne for secondary school from a small victorian town with my family and have lived here for nineteen years. Some points I’d like to add to the conversation and re-iterate:
– The whole coffee scene is fucked. People are constantly in the flux of coming down off coffee and act like cunts unnecessarily. The coffee is amazing, I totally agree with melbourne on this, but you’ll be paying $5 for a large which is mini in comparison to other countries.
-The women are toxic and they’ve created their own neo feminism which is just toxic there’s no other words for it. Also it’s because they have foreigners from every single country trying to fuck them and pick them up from when they are twelve years old. All women would prefer if all Aussie men acted like their gay friend. Not that I have anything wrong with being gay, they would just rather you being a nice gay boy.
-Millions of Chinese and Indian and foreign people in general come from their own broken down countries and are more than happy to do shitty work for no money and not speak English and take up all the seats on public transport and get on welfare and buy cars. And its only because the welfare system and wages are higher here they don’t give a fuck about being Australian or anything.
– The cost of living is ridiculous. House prices are more than london and new york and there’s fuck all to do! you get coffee go for some good food, melbourne does have good food, but it’s extremely expensive. It’s not like there’s that much going on ever.
– The suburbs are horrendous, no transport, depresssion. It’s exactly like what the suburbs were in 80’s middle class America.
– Pints of beer are $16 in most bars. (Average wages are between 19 – 30 p/h)
– The music scene is pathetic, lots of students no real talent, people think they are super talented but it’s all just a rip off of America.
– It’s sports obsessed to a fault if you’re into it fully into it then this is the town for you, but it’s all so melodramatic and the same every fucking year.
– Traffic is fucked. 1 accident on the Monash in the morning is another 2 hours of driving, the same with the Hume and Ring roads. There’s road works everywhere which slow things down because there’s so many people coming to live here.
– There’s massive underlying ethnic tensions waiting to erupt, thank god guns were outlawed or it would be like Rio De Janeiro, i’m not joking here guys, if anyone reads this. Australia is extremely safe though. The police force in Melbourne is Excellent and possibly one of the best in the world but even they are getting sick of these ethnics that cause problems for them
– Most people are depressed. Foreigners come here and can’t believe how depressed everyone is, and they are just happy to get out of their shitty countries so they’re not depressed, Aussies hate their lives, truly.
– It’s live to work, not work to live.
– Most people really are douche bags, honestly. The culture lets it thrive because there is no culture, its Brazil of the future, everyone separated into groups and people are just making up their shitty lives as they go along, this could be said about a lot of sites, but at least in New york or Paris it’s actually a nice city with history and culture.
– The TV and Movie industry is a joke and they have this thing called the AFI’s were all these nobody’s congregate and award themselves. Joan Rivers made a fantastic point by insulting the whole crowd on purpose yelling at them ‘Who are all of you people!’
– There are good points about living here, i’m not anti melbourne but honestly the negatives far out way them, especially when you can travel and settle in other cities, melbourne is just all fluff.
You see, within all of us, there’s hope. There’s hope that places we’ve spent a significant amount of time in will be better when we go back to visit it, but sadly, that’s not the case with Melbourne. Every single time I go back, I have more global experiences to compare it against and my feeling towards it continues to be more negative than the last time.
It’s already beyond saving..