For the first time in a long time, I actually got to catch up on things I’ve been meaning to do but never got around to.
No travel for a while and spending an extended period of time in Australia is going to be a nice change.
It was February, I just got back from a 3 week vacation from the snow and settling back into the routine of life back in my adopted home city.
And then it happened, maybe due to boredom, maybe due to a desire to explore.
I met a skank with a unique haircut and dress sense, tatted up and fit, and a total misfit in this homogeneous society I was living in. I didn’t think much of it, initially brushing off her calls to catch up. But in the end I thought it would maybe be interesting.
I would never want to be seen with her in public but the exploration in private was intriguing.
A third cultured up-bringing over three countries, deviation of family expectations and simply ending up with in the wrong crowd at the wrong time left her in this state. But to me that didn’t really matter, her life was funded through previous generations and she simply lived it as she wanted.
The trysts were random, infrequent but intense and it was a nice get away from reality where perhaps I was sometimes overwhelmed with stress. The chill, casual nature of it was a perk as I’d bumped into her once at a shopping centre with the company of another companion and it wasn’t an awkward greeting at all. I guess when people can’t fathom the combination of two polar opposites it’s hard to really feel suspicious.
In the end, I had bigger issues to deal with and “forgot” to reply to too often for it to continue and I wasn’t one bit worried or fussed, but then the other day, I see her at an airport somewhere totally random and we exchange smiles and continue walking in our intended directions.
But for how long can you sustain that?
There’s a point where there will be a diminishing return for the amount of energy you expend. You continue going down that path, you get burnt out, jaded and bitter.
People come, people go, and the genuine desire to go through the motions and meet new people wane with time.
Weather you’re working in an expat hot spot like Hong Kong, or doing your own business in a remote island, are you really “settled”?
At the back of most foreign expatriates’ minds is a confession. The truth that they know that this period in their life, it will not be permanent. This “freedom” so to speak, is it really going to last?
I had this feeling a number of times in the last few years. Should I buy this? Should I commit to that? Will I even be here to experience these? Those were questions that would pop up in my mind when it came to more mid to long term decisions. That uncertainty was exciting but also sometimes a little limiting in some areas. I would avoid activities, tasks and commitments as I would feel as if they would tie me down in a location.
The questions kept resonating heavily with my feelings towards my most recent environment, slowly beginning to look forward to a new atmosphere and change. I kept looking back at the happy times that had heavily accumulated in my adopted home city. Naturally, I compared my feeling of the present moment to those I remember feeling in past photos, or reading past stories, the hindsight bias kicked in and I naturally felt as if the most fulfilling and satisfying periods were those I had left behind.
Whatever trickery I tried to convince myself otherwise, failed. Business circumstances, societal changes, they also did not help, factors outside of my control continued to fuel the desire to explore again, to just enjoy something new.
Was I just a hamster on a wheel? Was I just another millennial trying to get their rush of dopamine? Ultimately, despite wanting to believe otherwise, there’s some level of truth to both of those. I had grown myself professionally and personally a lot over the last few years. But I never once imagined integrating into the society I was living in, fully. I was always a foreigner.
So, it happened, something inside of me sparked a thirst for change. Like what happened years ago, happened again.
Sloppy Aussies! They exist everywhere these days, just go on a trip and you’ll find one in due course.
If you’ve travelled through Europe or South East Asia, you’ll always come across the rubric of travellers from Australia that tend to stand out for negative reasons.
Weather its Thailand, Bali, London or Budapest, the loud, drunk Australian is a known travel icon. You talk to bar owners and local shop keepers and they complain about how repulsive and arrogant Australians are. Dropping stories of “that one time” when things got out of hand and cops had to be called. Sometimes you’re left with that awkward pause of just simply nodding and agreeing with them about how the behaviour abroad from Aussies aren’t necessarily very respectful of local norms and traditions.
When people ask you where you’re from, and you drop “Australia” as your response and get that visually unappealing reaction as a response you begin to wonder if it might just be a better idea to say you’re a Kiwi instead. Less people, lower risk, right?
This continues to extend onto the ease of slaying Aussie girls. If you’re chatting to a few local blokes about Australian girls, they’ll always drop how they banged one out in the last week or so. It’s great that those worn orifices are given out like tap water abroad. Sharing is caring, after all!
I was travelling through the middle east once, and talking to a few local guys over a meal and they loved how easily the girls from Australia spread, some of these guys had year long dry-spells relieved due to this phenomenon. I saw the humour in this, and they gave me this “fist bump” as a sign of acknowledgement.
Friends of mine living in London often tell me that they actively avoid Australian areas such as Clapham due to the negative reputation that Aussies have earned themselves over there. Some even avoid making friends with Australian-sounding accents to avoid bumping into any embarrassingly sloppy compatriots.
Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.
How true that is.
I was sitting by the park bench enjoying a late summer vacation somewhere warm, and I was talking to a local about some of the adventures, some of the mishaps and battles I had overcome in the last few years, and his response?
“Your life sure is interesting”
That’s when I thought back, opened up my Google Photos and reminisced about some of the times and for a second, I really missed them. It’s impossible to go back and re-experience exactly what you went through at that point in time, but the memory brought a smile to my face.
Other than that I went to some places that were really off the beaten path and got a taste of truly isolating myself from the world for a few days. It was relaxing, but also reaffirmed how much some amenities and luxuries are hard to go without even for a short period of time.
I bumped into some friends in a few big cities and caught up on their endeavours and projects – things were all pretty good, and have some pretty cool ideas coming up for the new year in terms of travel spots.
When you’re in a place, or with someone, or doing something that brings you happiness, enjoy it as much as you can, cause it won’t be the same once you leave and return.
Stern words and totally admirable. But on the contrary, when is it time to move on? When should you change things up, or leave behind a job, person, or place? This question definitely comes up more amongst peers these days, and the specifics are different for everyone, no doubt. Here’s a few that people regularly brought up to me:
1 – When you look back more than look forward.
You know you have a limited time when you think about the past constantly, weather you’re in a city you’ve lived in for many years or in a job that you’ve outgrown, you remind yourself about the good times. When everything was new, exciting and brought you that joy you craved so much. Some people look at old photos, some people reflect on old accomplishments, but when you’re not too excited about what’s coming up and constantly looking back, maybe you’ve accepted that the best is behind you and the need for a new challenge is coming up.
2 – When the every day seems like a grind.
When I was a kid, or even during university, I would sit in classes or lectures and think about what I’d do later, weather it be hanging out with friends, or some cool activity over the weekend, I would think about that and it would give me this really joyous feeling to get me through the task at hand. But in the situations where I needed some change, I would always get down a stop watch counter app and have the impending departure date counting down daily to remind me that this torture will end soon.
3 – The feeling of treading water.
Ultimately, your mind will probably tell yourself you’re not growing, nor happy with the comfort you’ve achieved in your present state. That feeling of no progress – that’s somewhat of a poison that just never goes away unless you make changes.
These are just common occurrences based on anecdotes amongst a few peers, but there’s definitely a lot more signs than just the above.
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.
I was on a long flight to Europe recently and thought if I rolled back 10 years of my life and what changes I would have made.
Ultimately, I would still do reasonably well regardless of which school I went to, because of my discipline and natural ability.
I would probably go to the same university, because it was the best that was available to me at the time.
I would get similar marks, and end up going into Finance.
I would slay sluts left and right as a means of stress release from a demanding lifestyle. I would still use this knowledge to learn the real nature of women.
I would still explore the world, find new income streams and invest wisely.
I would end up settling in places where I felt more aligned to the culture and people.
These things are unlikely to change, I can’t see myself cucking up to a culture and nation that allows itself to be sunk so heavily.
The ship would always sink, but I’d rather be at a distance watching, than be a victim as a passenger.