@Views09 @mitchollo Your mother sees as a son before seeing you as a man. Your wife sees you as man before seeing you as her husband.
Wanting a woman like your mother is just ignorance rooted in delusion. Observe how your mother treat your father.....and not how she treat you. You're her weakness
TOP 100 BEST SURVIVAL TV SHOWS TO WATCH 🎬
Top-Tier Survival Shows (Must-Watch)
1. Lost
2. The Last of Us
3. The Walking Dead
4. Yellowjackets
5. Alone
6. Survivor
7. Alice in Borderland
8. Kingdom
9. The Terror
10. Attack on Titan
Post-Apocalyptic Survival
11. Fallout
12. Jericho
13. The 100
14. Station Eleven
15. Black Summer
16. Sweet Home
17. Into the Night
18. See
19. Snowpiercer
20. The Rain
21. 12 Monkeys
22. Colony
23. Revolution
24. The Stand
25. Terra Nova
Survival Horror
26. From
27. All of Us Are Dead
28. The Strain
29. Helix
30. Dead Set
31. The Returned
32. To the Lake
33. The Society
34. The Wilds
35. Freakish
Stranded & Wilderness Survival
36. Keep Breathing
37. Wrecked
38. Flight 29 Down
39. The I-Land
40. The Head
41. Arctic Circle
42. Katla
43. Y: The Last Man
44. La Brea
45. The Crossing
Korean & Asian Survival Series
46. Squid Game
47. The 8 Show
48. Happiness
49. Duty After School
50. The Silent Sea
51. Dr. Stone
52. Btooom!
53. High-Rise Invasion
54. Kaiji
55. 7 Seeds
Reality Survival Shows
56. Man vs. Wild
57. Survivorman
58. Dual Survival
59. Naked and Afraid
60. Life Below Zero
61. Out of the Wild
62. Mountain Men
63. Race to Survive
64. Running Wild with Bear Grylls
65. Alone Australia
Sci-Fi Survival
66. Dark Matter
67. Silo
68. Beacon 23
69. The Expanse
70. Battlestar Galactica
71. The Ark
72. Raised by Wolves
73. Defiance
74. Salvation
75. The Last Ship
Underrated Survival Gems
76. Wayward Pines
77. Into the Badlands
78. Black Bird
79. Sløborn
80. Between
81. Daybreak
82. Tribes of Europa
83. The North Water
84. The Rig
85. Fortitude
More Great Picks
86. Zoo
87. Under the Dome
88. 3%
89. Persons Unknown
90. The Mist
91. The Event
92. Jeremiah
93. Containment
94. Last Resort
95. The Colony
96. Mantracker
97. Lord of the Flies
98. Dark Winds
99. The Survivors
100. Sweet Tooth
When you grow up poor, surrounded by violence and stupidity, you do not know the joy of books. You do not know that shelves are full of great teachers and hidden worlds, or that the right book can become an escape, a weapon, and eventually a way out.
Because the midwit cannot recognise the exceptional as exceptional, he interprets confidence in exceptional ability as arrogance, then prescribes humility as a cure for a defect that does not exist.
22 underrated life hacks:
- break rules like a criminal
- pray first thing in the morning, last thing before bed
- give yourself less time to finish work
- read faster, execute sooner
- experiment like a mad scientist
- learn how to fight
- think 5-10 years ahead, reverse engineer it back to today
- surrender your worries to God immediately
- never stop learning, no matter what
- realize you’re usually the one in your own way
- never apologise for chasing your dreams
- start first, figure out as you go
- create more than you consume
- understand money is fake
- don’t give a f*ck about others’ opinions
- travel as much as possible
- marry a smart, funny girl
- skip friends who think $100k is a lot
- always take the toughest route
- rather be delusional than "realistic"
- be extremely obsessed
- understand there's nothing to lose
Stop applying on LinkedIn.
Stop applying on Indeed.
Stop applying on Upwork.
I spent 5 years applying. 1 interview.
My wife spent 2 hours on these 10 sites. 5 remote job offers instantly.
Use these 8 platforms to find remote jobs:
Chronological age = time lived.
IQ = processing ceiling.
Suffering = forced contact with reality.
Integration = conversion of experience into consciousness.
Maturity = consciousness stabilised into moral seriousness, good judgment and self-command.
One of my friends stopped applying for remote jobs the “normal way.”
No more LinkedIn.
No more Indeed.
No more Upwork.
3 weeks later?
She was already getting paid $100/hour
These are the websites she used ↓
I believe I am one of the few men alive capable of raising a truly elite daughter.
And by elite, I do not mean a sloppy zombie who cannot properly think for herself, nor an arrogant bitch who cannot yield to a good man.
I mean a special third thing: a woman with the best virtues of man (as much as a woman's vessel is capable), combined with the best virtues of woman synthesised into a harmonious and elegant whole.
I would ensure this, for it is only by incorporating the best of man, she can become the best of women.
I would teach her devotion: what true love actually is, and how to love.
I would teach her how to distinguish narcissism from clean dominance, and how to punish and reject the former whilst appreciating without stigmatising the latter.
I would teach her to find virtue desirable and attractive, and to love and to cherish the boyish feminine purity found deepest within man's soul, rather than feel disgust or disdain for it.
I would teach her how to argue, think, lead and follow, and to do each of these things well.
I would teach her accountability, honour, and integrity, which means I would teach her ruthlessness to discipline herself, and to ground her propensity for misplaced and runaway compassion.
I would teach her how to appreciate tenderness without mistaking it for weakness, and how to discern righteous ruthlessness from tyranny.
I would teach her about divine union, the merging of souls, the importance of soul purity, and how to prepare and save herself for her husband.
I would teach her how to fight: physically and mentally. She will know shame, yet be resistant to the bullying of others without becoming one herself.
I would teach her how to be confident and bold, without becoming callous, reckless, or ugly.
I would teach her how to transmute her pain into power, without becoming resentful, or addicted to the intensity of her own pain.
She would learn the virtues of darkness, for I would teach her what it is to be dangerous without being cruel. To pursue, to hunt, to colonise, to capture - unlike most daughters, mine won't see herself as a victim, but as a hunter - a predator in the best of ways - a conqueror.
The erotic, and its implications for her development, would of course belong to her husband, because there is an entire domain beyond the father where a daughter must undergo her becoming as a woman without him.
She will outgrow me, as she should, and it would be my task to prepare her to do so beautifully, rather than keep her tethered to me for my selfish benefit. A girl's final place is with her husband, not her father. And so to fail to prepare her for him and keep her with me, would be a sin.
I have acquainted myself with the flaws of various types of women, for in our intimate conversations, I was an ardent student of the feminine: she spoke to me, and so I vigorously studied her. It is in this way I met different fathers, seeing how they gave form to her, taking sharp mental notes of wherever he failed.
Each failure is a blueprint of what not to do: what was done in excess, what was done too little, and what should never have been done at all.
Failure is not the exception, but the rule, for there are many failure points, and so the path to paradise is narrow.
My daughter will learn from the failures of all the men and women who came before her, observed and analysed by the power of my mind, condensed into my knowing, masterfully poured into her through my love.
Nothing will go to waste, for she will be the beneficiary of all my efforts: my intellect and agony equally.
Creating an elite woman is thus one of the noblest and hardest things a man can do - which is precisely why they are so rare.
But the return if one succeeds, is truly unimaginable - rather than a train wreck, one gets to witness the glory of a true masterpiece in all her potent grace and violent elegance represent you as she inhabits the world.
When you see a great man, you think: that is awesome.
But when you see a great woman, you almost fail to believe your eyes.
You think: "what the fuck is that? Truly, I must be hallucinating."
For you are gazing upon a creature so rare, so mythical, and so beautiful, that a good portion of adult women cosplay as her without resembling even a fraction of her.
To raise a muse is such a divine task to embark upon, for the hardest task is the best task, and therefore the most worthy task, is it not?
A father is condemned to some level of ingratitude, mischaracterisation, or resentment. Look for a girl without issues with her father. No matter how great the man nor how kind he was, you will find none. He was too ruthless. He was too soft. He didn't save you from your mistakes. He never let you make your own choices. He spoiled you too much. He failed to provide. "He did the best he could" - yes, but beneath that, there is always a gripe, and within that gripe, a yearning - a hunger to be soothed. This is the wound, and it is inevitable.
Most husbands are left with the mess caused by their wife’s father, and they pay for his sins through her dysfunction: every woman brings a father wound into her union.
My philosophy has reached a point where I believe this wound is unavoidable. It is more a structural feature than it is an avoidable bug, because the healing of the wound is itself foundational to the process of marital bonding - a bridge between souls if you will. It is only the nature and severity of the wound that differs. It's presence is a given.
And yet I believe if you do a great job, the wound will be minor. Having only typical feminine insecurities that can be quelled through reassurance and presence, as opposed to full scale soul rot or identity fragmentation.
And so to do a good job is to make the wound serviceable as a bonding vector for her with her future husband, to serve as a tool in the truest sense of the word, rather than as a spiritual straitjacket that hijacks her, and binds her to deprive her of true love in this world.
As a mere mortal man, I am far from perfect, and so in the fallibility of my mortality, I will surely err. And yet any man who marries a daughter of mine would feel blessed and privileged to have her, because he would see the greatness she embodies by my hand and her own.
He would feel thankful he gets to profit from the mind of a man dedicated to the skilful creation of a woman beyond anything he could ever dream of, that through her he gets to benefit from my purest pouring, that his lips alone come to taste such sweet nectar, sipping on ambrosia.
No daughter of mine would be a coward or a loser, because I would bend the very fabric of reality to prevent it. I will prepare her to be beautiful. I will prepare her to win.
I am beginning to suspect that you are not nearly as intelligent as I once believed you to be. This is, without exaggeration, the most ill-conceived and intellectually bankrupt take I have encountered from you since I first began reading your tweets.
In general, people with unverified accounts are not worth talking to
If you cannot afford $8 to support the platform you're using, what makes you think any of your opinions on anything have any value?
Basic money is an IQ filter
Whatever you do, don't open a bank account in your own name.
I didn't know this until my dad stopped me the day I got my first paycheck.
I'd done everything right. Got paid. Went to the bank, opened a savings account in my name, and deposited the whole thing.
My Boss looked at me and said, “You just put a target on your back.”
Then I had no idea what he meant.
He explained that the moment your money sits in your name, it's exposed.
Creditors can see it. Lawyers can find it. Anybody with a judgment against you can freeze it and take it completely legally.
So here's what he told me to do:
Step 1. Go to the IRS and apply for an EIN.
A tax ID number, but for a trust instead of a person.
Step 2. Select a revocable trust as your entity type. List yourself as both the grantor and trustee. It gives you full control of everything.
Step 3.
Take that EIN to any bank and open an account under that trust name, not yours.
The money is still yours. You spend it, move it, and invest it however you want. But on paper, it's not attached to you.
If someone sues you, they can't touch what they can't see.
This is the system intelligent billionaires have always used.
Own nothing on paper, control everything in reality.
Harsh truth: No one on earth is thinking about you anywhere near as much as you think they are. Despite what you believed growing up, you are not the center of the universe. The people you think are judging you are too worried about themselves. And even if they were judging you, that’s just a reflection of their insecurities. Do not let the imaginary opinions of people you don’t even care about keep you from doing something new.