Well today I turned 31. Strange how we always seem to put so much significance on celebrating the anniversary of a day we couldn’t possibly remember. Every year I spend this day trying to think of what I have learned as a way to improve upon myself and avoid making the same mistakes again for the next 365 days, or at the very least I try to gain a new perspective on things from the past. I would often post this on Facebook, but like many people who use MGTOW, I have begun to despise these grossly narcissistic international circle jerks like FB and Twitter. Seeing as MGTOW has been the one of two great things that have entered my life this year (the other being Star Trek) I thought I would share my thoughts here and possibly get feedback and hopefully even some additional advice from the older and wiser MGTOW members. Of course I’ll try to avoid old cliche’s like “don’t be afraid to be you” as well as stuff we already know like not getting married.
Don’t drink the company Kool-Aid. After having been put through the meat grinder enough times, I’ve realized that no matter what company you work for, they don’t give a f~~~ about you. From the lowest level of entry to higher management positions, you are expendable and there is a long line up of people willing to replace you if you go. If you become ill or if the company just finds a more cost effective way of doing things and your job becomes obsolete, your ass is out the door. Yet this same company who views you as nothing more than fodder expects the utmost loyalty and devotion from you. I’ve stopped working under the illusion that if I bust my ass, the company will benefit and my job will be safe. Don’t get me wrong, I still work very hard at what I do, but I do it for myself now. Every day I go to work, I view it as an opportunity to improve my skills and eventually seek out new openings else where until one day I can finally be autonomous and work for myself.
The people who will hold you back the most are friends and family: Some of the worst people I have ever known in my life were people I once called my “friends.” The people who try to drag you down with them so they don’t have to wallow in misery alone are real life vampires. They will try in any way to sabotage your success due to jealousy of the fact that you are moving on in life and they are not. It may sound cold and selfish to abandon them, but time is something we can never get more of. You wouldn’t try to be friends with some one who has broken into your place and is robbing you, so why hold onto a friendship with some one who is stealing your most valuable resource of all?
As far as family is concerned, I was fortunate enough to have grown up in in a nice upper middle class neighbourhood so the threat of poverty was never apparent until moving out. I can’t criticize my parents for providing the best for myself and my siblings, but as far as preparing us for the world outside goes, they did a terrible job. I wish I would have regarded their opinions for what they are as opposed to seeing them as infallible words of wisdom. The real world kicked my ass for a few years before I could stand on my own two feet and assert myself and start on the path to a better life. If you are young and still living at home reading this, I would say don’t let your parents opinions hold too much weight and figure things out for yourself. A lot of the advice I followed from my parents was just putting me on the same unhappy path they were on which meant a passionless, nihilistic blue pill life as an office robot. Of course in this case everyone’s scenario is different.
It is ok to be called “selfish.” Before viewing this as something controversial let me elaborate with what I mean by this. My Grandmother was some one who I was very close with in life before she died the day before my 30th birthday last year. She always put people before herself and always regarded the needs of others before her own. She was one the most truly selfless people I knew in life. But after neglecting herself for so long she had no life of her own and it began to eat away at her. She become a very cold and bitter person and resented other people’s success, but she always internalized a lot of these feelings due to being born in the 1930s and growing up in the 40s and 50s. It eventually ate away at her and manifested into mental illness which later lead to dementia. So I guess what I am trying to say through this is that you need to help yourself first and foremost before you can help others and if that means blowing other people off or disappointing them then so be it. I guess a shorter more often used version of this is “don’t be a slave to others” but I’m just trying to add a little bit of my own perspective to it to try and increase it’s effect.
No one is Safe. In addition to everyone being expendable, no one’s job is ever safe either. The idea that you should go to school and pursue a job merely on the factor of job security (unless maybe it’s a doctor, lawyer or funeral attendant) is another illusion. Where I live, careers in oil and gas are considered good jobs, that was until the price of oil dropped and everyone I know in that industry got laid off. If you saved your money then it softened the blow but most people I know didn’t and now they are in a world of hurt. Many other jobs are now getting outsourced to third world countries because they are cheaper and I’m not just talking about s~~~ty factory jobs either; accounting, computer programmer, web design jobs all get outsourced by many businesses. Many big corporations that were here today are gone (or on their last legs) tomorrow due to technological advances, look at Kodak. I’ve stopped worrying about the need for security because I know it is not real. To get anywhere worth being in life you need to be bold, make life changing decisions, take sacrifices and risk failure. I still have a long way to go but I am beginning to realize my true potential and that would have never been the case if a gave into my fear and sought a path seemly more secure.
I joined MGTOW this year under the moniker Non Serviam which in latin means “I will not serve.” Part of this reason is because it is a significant album by my favourite band Rotting Christ. But a more deeper reason is because it is a testament to my unrelenting battle for autonomy and freedom from this blue pill hell. Not only do I want to be self employed and responsible for myself and myself only, but I refuse to buy into the lifestyle bulls~~~ that society throws at me. I will not be swayed by social pressure or stigma.
Keep fighting brothers!
NON SERVIAM
Elgos_Grim 4 years, 6 months ago.
