What it’s like to love a borderline

loving a borderline tornado

Borderlines are the classic psychos.

They’re the ones who call 50 times in one night, come over unannounced, spin into a fiery rage over nothing, and key your car and call the police when they’re done with you.

Unless they love you, that is.

Borderline personality disorder is a real thing, but underlying it all is fear. It’s paralyzing fear of abandonment, and so they abandon their identity. They need something to latch, to cling on to. Without it they cannot make up for their abusive past and what damage was done to them as a child.

But loving a borderline is only for Men.

It takes a real man, not a wimp to withstand her. Because she will test you. And I do not just mean “shit test.” I mean that she will try your patience, your ego, your principles, your time, and your boundaries.

She is a fucking vampire.

Loving a borderline can and will change you because you must be able to take her constant hurled insults and judgments. You must learn to set strong and proper boundaries and you must learn to walk away when she exceeds them.

You will also learn that no amount of reason or logic can persuade them, and so you must learn new tactics and methods of manipulation to get what you want or teach them what is acceptable.

You must be prepared for an excessive amount of drama and you must learn to deal with it like a man, not a little child.

That is what borderlines really are.

They are still children, unable to cope with the immensity of what was done to them or what they lacked growing up.

Over time you will have to learn to be angry, to scream at them, to tell them what to do. But you must also learn patience.

The greatest gift she gave me was true patience. Many times I flew off the handle into a great rage, or walked away. But Patience of the kind that allows you to love them without ego is what is necessary.

To get a borderline to trust you takes time. It also takes patience but also great risk and balls.

Borderlines can and will tear you apart if you are a weak or even moderately strong person. Only an extremely strong person who boldly and madly adheres to boundaries is going to survive a borderline.

Most “red pill” men deal with some level of borderline behavior that drives them to adopt a new philosophy with women, but most of them are victims. This is why women chew them up and spit them out; most men are not capable or adept or even strong people in general, and so to handle such an emotional trainwreck as a borderline is going to be either a headache or a hearty challenge.

Probably both!

Now one will have to ask: why bother?

And for that I will have to tell you the blunt truth:

You will be forced to love her, or else you will never learn the lessons she can teach you.

I could be accused of being a “co-dependent” but this is really just the natural solution to a woman who acts like a child.

The main thing you will have to understand about her is that she does not know best and will often lead you astray. Her emotions often run counter to the right thing to do. You will almost always know better than her.

There will be many times where your gut will tell you one thing, but her childlike glee will compel you to follow her ridiculous whims. And sometimes it will be fun. Sometimes it will end up being a huge mistake.

A borderline is a great way to prepare you for having children–or turn you off of them completely. It is also a powerful chance to learn how to be a real man, how to handle all the weaker people around you, and to really be a leader.

If you never really could believe in yourself as a leader, you will have to with a borderline or perish.

Because they often have a habit of leaving, abusing, or shitting on men who cannot maintain proper strength in the midst of their storm.

Just being honest and upfront or “alpha” is not enough. You will have to be prepared for all manner of relentless self-conscious quips, emotional outbursts, insults, and manipulations. And you will have to learn to utitilize your masculine rage and anger and be uninhibited, as well as maintain strong boundaries and learn to give commands.

There were times where even I was weak enough with the borderline that she tried to drive me away, or almost cheated. I then decided that I could not be an “equal” and could not meet her at my level. I would have to become an all-commanding controlling asshole, and so that is what I did.

And she fell even harder for me.

It was either that or lose her, but I could not. And so I rose to the challenge, and became a proper man, unyielding and unafraid of putting myself in charge.

Much of loving a borderline is less of being a lover and more of being a father.

And a strong, powerful father at that. One who is not very friendly and who will not tolerate stupidity.

At the end of the day borderlines are not for everyone, because most men just are not capable of handling them. Many playboys are just that–boys who don’t know how to “deal with crazy.”

Perhaps it does require some modicum of crazy yourself.

And truly, I say to you, that it does not last. If you are going to live a happy and fulfilling life, you cannot do it with these women.

They are a shell of their real selves. They cannot experience true intimacy or empathy.

When you stare at your lover there should be a sense of warmth and understanding.

But when you stare at a borderline, she’ll probably just flip out.

For whatever reason, borderline women are broken and cannot be fixed by you or anyone. They can be trained into submission, but can you love one?

And can you SURVIVE?

Chances are you will stray, especially after experiencing her rage and betrayals. Take my advice, and don’t get sucked in. It will take you a long time to realize the truth:

That she is a narcissist, incapable of giving you what so desperately desire and crave. She cannot love, and therefore cannot receive it.

And you will be left forever unsatisfied.

Until you leave.

Borderlines can be broken

borderline women can be broken

Despite the notion that borderline women are forever broken and cannot be fixed, they can in fact be trained.

But it takes a hard man, not a victim.

Rather than be some pussy who “swallows the red pill” and believes he is a victim forced to be a forever asshole to women, a real man does, in fact, ENJOY being a real man, and is appropriately demanding and selfish not because he must be, but because that is who he really is.

This is the primary difference between alphas and all other men.

REAL so-called “alpha males” don’t actually give a fuck. They don’t take it seriously.

They understand this is a “predatory universe,” at least to some degree.

They don’t just “give themselves permission” to be bad, they LOVE being bad and are ok with being bad.

And they get away with it because on some level, women understand that this is a how a Man behaves. It doesn’t have to be right or make sense.

So when you are a total asshole, by which I mean you are selfish and have no inhibitions (not that you are necessarily actively cruel), then the women will respond.

Borderline women can be easily broken if you adhere to the principles of being an alpha.

But you have to stick by them. No, more importantly you must ASPIRE to them.

When you truly enjoy walking away or bossing your woman around or sticking up for yourself, then you will realize it was the real you all along.

You just were taught that it was ugly and sleazy all your life.

Well, it is. But that’s ok. You don’t answer to any god or daddy or mommy and especially not your girlfriend.

The reason so many men get eaten alive by borderline and other psycho women is because, quite simply, they aren’t strong enough.

They are not prepared, and they are not tough enough.

That’s it. There is no blunter way to say it. It’s survival of the fittest, but it’s also who can adapt.

And when I adapted, it worked.

I’ve been through it all–the episodes, the police threats (multiple times every night), the broken glass, the grappling, the obsessive need.

And I’ve been through a lot more of it than a lot of you guys, and I don’t even mind it.

It’s the nature of women, or at least most crazy women that America breeds these days, and you just gotta get over it.

But more than that, you’ve got to be a real man.

That means you don’t whine or bitch or act like mommy is trying to spank you. She can’t hurt you.

Her threats mean nothing. They are jokes to be laughed at.

Her assaults never hurt. You are bigger and stronger. Just shove her and show her who’s boss.

Her verbal attacks are always projection. She is the worst of everything she tries to say about you.

When you finally understand that you are a ROCK, and she or nobody can’t give you any shit, then you’ll understand how to “deal” with borderline women. And other crazies.

In fact, you’ll learn how to deal with ALL people, man or woman.

I’ve never had a problem crazy women. Honest to god.

I think some of you need to put your money where you mouth is and practice those…um…”dark triad traits” as you call it. They ain’t something you fake. It’s not a technique. It’s who you are.

Even the craziest women can be bent over and submitted to their man. And they will love you for it.

Even if they turn on you every single day. Even if they rage. Even if they claim that they hate you. Even if they refuse to verbalize their love…

They can still love you. And you can still love them.

It is more than possible…

But you’ve got to be a fuckin’ man.

What makes a leader?

A leader is made of two things:

1) The ability to lead himself

2) Vision

If, by nature of a person’s strong vision guiding him, others begin to follow, this is the cause of a leader but an effect.

He leads himself first, and then others, by their weakness or cognizance of his authority, must follow.

A leader, then, is self-generated.

This also means the leader is able to stand alone.

How shallowness breeds ugliness

shallowness breeds ugliness pic

On the streets of Las Vegas, a cunning nobody was shouting out for people to watch his magic show.

“The best magic show in all of Vegas!” he repeatedly said, while giving me a knowing smile. That smile communicated it all: the irony, the pain.

He wanted two people to start the show, but they all walked by, oblivious. Or without courage.

Knowing myself, I stepped right up and began the show. We chatted a bit and I felt I knew him on a level deeper than the many tourists blithing by.

The show was good. I didn’t know how he did the tricks, and I was impressed if only because he had taken the time to perfect his act.

Suddenly more and more people congregated. Some left, but others came.

I was the catalyst for his show. And I left when someone handed him the first tip.

But what struck me was not my part in this. What hit home for me was when I was standing there, laughing and smiling, and I turned to the girl next to me.

She looked bored, weary even, though it was obvious she was being taken care of by a man. I laughed at her, and she made no effort back whatsoever. She walked away as if it was the most boring thing in the world.

And I’m sure she carried that boredom with her.


Another man, another night. Another street.

My girlfriend is walking with me. I stop to admire the amazing plant-woven crosses a man is peddling. I have no intention of buying one, but it’s something to admire nonetheless.

My girl just keeps walking, making an active effort not to look in my direction.

I call out to her, and she feigns looking over. I walk up and say to her, “Hey, those crosses are cool. Check ’em out.”

She does not. She says, “I just didn’t want to talk to him.”

“Why not?” I asked, and she couldn’t give me an answer. She wanted me to come into the bar with her, right next to where we were standing.

I wished her good luck and walked away.

You see, I was appalled at her weak behavior.

Like the other woman, who only had dissatisfaction and contempt, an attitude of shallowness drains your soul and only breeds further dissatisfaction and ugliness.

I will make fun of a homeless person for pushing their shopping cart and declaring their failure to the world, but at the same time I recognize that they are still a person.

You cannot be pressured by others or buy into the pathetic shallowness that this culture attempts to breed.

They have tried to take the beauty, the sensuality, the sexuality out of everything. The love.

I am glad that the woman walked away from the cute little magic show. It wasn’t for her.

She can continue to “enjoy” being a parasite and having other people pay her way.

I will work for what I have, and continue to admire the work of others’, even if I don’t envy their station.

What about you? Are you are a parasite?

Or are you generating your own abundance?

Awakening the beast

Like a dark mantle over a calm ocean, a storm of sensation radiates over your inner being as it heightens in sexual anticipation.

The burning electricity in your body sends you into an uncontrollable and unearthly emotional fit.

Unlike weakness, this storm of emotion is attractive and powerful, but there is always a teetering balancing act before bringing on to the brink of madness.

Short of murder or destruction, no outlet is sufficient. The Burning will continue, and it will become unstoppable as the potency corrupts and reconditions the mind to anger and pain as the necessary core foundation. And continuing into fury, this unrest will cause deep uninhibited creative genius.

Such is the unfortunate boon of the Dark Gift, that we make not the release but the pain our pleasure, and so it becomes a self-gratifying addictive cycle that has been liked to thus:


But only a Man can play with fire, in spirit and form, and thus it is the Man who built civilization and rested upon its laurels his women, which God ordained as the dignified Helper but also the Deceiver.

For the woman steals the Apple from the Man and thus cuts off his hair, which is the source of his power.

A highly stimulated aggravation creates then Purpose out of this tumultuous tempest of testitude.

For the ever-present impending culmination of a never-ending search provides the necessary lust and fuel for the “journey,” which is of the Man’s choosing but he must stick with it.

As we all know, the dark energy feeds on itself, and seeks out more of itself.

Thus is why we are never satisfied, for those who partake or pretend to indulge in the fire of kundalini will suffer its snare and become addicted to the very source of addictions itself, providing a horrific pleasure-pain synapse that is never-ending, but upsetting to live without.

Those who choose to play with the fire and then put it out will get burned. It is only through walking through the flames of redemption that one is safe from the fire’s harm.

All secrets of the ancient esoteric occultists can be discerned through a careful cultivation of the fire, and anything less is half-assed study in the name of the god of procrastination, a petty fantasy that pales in comparison to the waves of rage to come.

It is not every man that can endure such a tempest, but for that it is called the Dark Gift.

For while some men are plagued and ended by their attempts to put the fire out, others are rewarded for their seeming-insane attempts to love its warm embrace and ride the extremes that are inherent to such pinnacles.

This is the Knowledge of Good and Evil, the nature of mortality, for those who celebrate life must do so by purging with Death, and yet those who find it is their desire not to die must endure the pain and longing of the gift for as long as they can stand it, and indeed some may find it impossible to return from whence they came.

But failure, caused by the proximity of success and the succeeding inability to continue the charade may lose themselves in the Abyss and commit murder, either of others or of the self as represented by madness.

Such is the lot of the crazed killers and mad geniuses, unable to cope with a forward movement for they lack foundation.

In the fire, life therefore causes death and only death leads to life.

For discipline is the delay of self-gratification and the forcitude of doing something unpleasant without regard to petty mortal desires.

It is such, then, that we can surmise the true meaning behind Jesus’ statement in the Bible:

“For the last shall be first and the first shall be last.”

Not as a condemnation of selfishness, but rather a condemnation of the animal within each and every human being.

There is a separate being inside every Man, a Beast that must be harnessed or given to the wilds in slaughter.

Such is the plight of the human species, for mere cattle in the fields surely do not struggle with such wrought temptation between two conflicting selves.

And yet this is why the Gift is Dark, for itself is what separates a Man from an animal, and thus is why humans are more sex-obsessed than their counterparts and similarly why the world has been made in its image.

Yet those who do not see will continue on in blithe invalidism, a lack of identity and purpose never haunting them because the haunting only tortures those who are the strongest.

And therefore it is in a man’s interest to proclude his quest by first deciding upon his reason for being.

For it is only this demanding Reason that can spur a man through his greatest hell.

And every Man must decide this for his own sake, in his own image.



– James Mast


Changing your course

Why do something if it is empty?

How far will you go for failure, to prove that you have something to prove?

How far will obsession take you through the granite rock of chiseled achievement, as you endure the pain of unsatisfactory bludgeoning?

Perhaps the reason for your failure–or rather, lack of success–is not because you are ill-equipped for the task at hand, but because down below you despise the very task itself and wish to see yourself fail only to give it up and return to something more fulfilling.

You already know that the world is not mechanical, that it does not bend to physics and yet, you continue on in a blind furor, raging against the enemy of your unknown hate when in fact the only enemy is yourself, forcing upon you a thing that you don’t want to do.

Energetic self-sabotage is a bitch.

Consider this:

Not a one person has ever shown you the truth as they know it. They can attempt communication, but their perspective is lost on your reality.

Long has it been said, “What works for me may not work for you.”

“Your truth is not my truth.”

“YMMV.” (For the millenials).

And yet we desperately hack against the clifftop of fortune, for a prize that is ill-seemingly ill-suited to our regard to begin with.

It is a frustrating thing to let something go, to admit failure and yet, knowing in your heart what you would rather do, what you would die for, what you would move mountains for, is it really any surprising wonder that your heart tugs at you to abandon your quest for futility and embrace a warmer nature?

On the upswing of change, there is only one path: Follow your heart, and let the rest decide.

We cannot admit to the testaments of others, as our own self-fueled sufficiency can only come with the catalyst of our own passion, and that is not something bought or sold or even taught but ingrained in our very nature.

Regret not your failure, for which you directly manifest in your spite.

Rather turn toward your open arms at the future you wish to embrace, with the love and undying determination of that which haunts your soul day and night, and pushes you to alter your course in the favor of gain and the uncertainty of loss.

It is in this crucial crux of mystery that LIFE and EXCITEMENT is born.


– Change your sails,
James Mast

This opportunity will never come again.

When you come across an opportunity, you hesitate.

You are tempted.

You are tempted to put it off.

You tell yourself:

One day I will be able to do that.

But that day will never come.

You are afraid and don’t believe you will be successful, and so you pretend as though you will be capable later.

But this is the biggest lie.

If you cannot do it now, then when?

The only way you will be able to do it right in the future is if you give yourself permission to fuck up now.

Get this:

By throwing away this opportunity, you are actually throwing away two opportunities.

Because in the future, when you come across this situation again, you will be right back where you started!

You will be in the same place, and you will have to overcome your fears all over again.

By throwing this away, you are actually throwing away all future endeavours if the same nature, leaving you right back where you started.

Remind yourself:

This opportunity will never come again.

Perhaps, PERHAPS…one day you will encounter a SIMILAR opportunity…but this one will be gone forever, unless you take it now.

The reason you don’t take it now is because you are afraid of failure.

This is a scarcity mindset.

But what you don’t realize is that scarcity breeds scarcity, and by putting off the risk of failure now, you actually GUARANTEE failure. By failing to act.

You have to give yourself permission to fail.

You have to fuck up to succeed.

If you do nothing, this opportunity will never come again. You will have wasted it.

But by seizing it and possibly fucking it up all to hell, you at least make it easier for yourself in the future.

Because consider this:

You will NEVER do it if you can’t do it now.

One day you MAY have more confidence, but why wait? Why put this off?

The sooner you fuck this opportunity up, the sooner your ONE DAY will come.

You can either fuck this up, or gaurantee failure in the future.

At least by doing it now, you are one step closer to “That Day” when you are finally capable of success at this thing.



The sooner you do it, the sooner Your Day is coming.

But if you can’t do it now, then when?

If you don’t do it now, you will never do it.

If you can’t do it now, then you will never be able to do it.

And this opportunity will never come again.

The Rebel Within

The Rebel is an idea.

The Rebel is what’s emerging beneath the surface. It’s a being, a character you create to replace the old you, the one mired by layers of conditioning and untruth by the world and its media and technology and its ignorant people.

You slowly rebel against the world until you begin to uncover the REAL YOU beneath it all.

It’s the heart of what I made this site about.


Beneath it all…beneath all beliefs and systems of thinking that you subscribe to.

You read things on the net and they make sense. They seem to be true. But do not actually know and they provide comfort where you have none.

When you follow a system to think for you, then you have rules and righteous purpose. You have concepts and ideals, such as “saving the world” or changing it to your own vision of utopia, or being too honest, when honesty is not always a virtue. You become consumed with ego or “respect.”


These things are all only illusions, designed to distract you from trusting your own intuition and true self.


Beneath all the awkward, casual social interactions. Beneath the light, airy, surface world that everyone pretends is real.

Beneath it is the underworld.

It is a red river, a current of distaste.

You are not satisfied with the status quo. You are uncomfortable with your place in it. You want to push the limits.


But to be an effective rebel, you must have a REASON. It can’t just be for guts and glory.

Those things will never build your soul.

You’ve got to have a selfish reason to push yourself through the barriers of the System. Your goals, the things you really desire, those are enough at first. You take ahold of them and then you FIGHT.


But fighting wears you down after a while, and you run the risk of turning into the enemy.

Deep down, despite all you’ve been told, despite the hard knocks you’ve taken, you are something special.

There’s a power in the background, awaiting your total surrender. It calls to you. It tugs at you like a nightmare every damn day and every time you fail to do what you want to do. What you set out to do.

This thing is NOT the thing that you fight.

This thing is the Rebel.

The Rebel is your emerging soul.


Beneath it all, beneath this human shell, you have a heart of rebellion.

You rebel in order to find your soul, the origin of yourself. And then you hold onto that power and don’t let anybody take it from you. And you don’t let imposters like your old self take it either.

You are a rebel to the core.

The best teachers are those who have experienced the same failures

I don’t trust any doctors or psychologists.

Like politicians, they talk talk talk. But what have they done to prove that they are even worth listening to?

While some soft-spoken lunatic provides “therapy” for a client, I’m out here giving tough love to those with serious problems because that’s all that’s needed.

Know what? I’ve been through bipolar disorder.

I’ve beaten obsessive-compulsive disorder, and I’ve even been through borderline personality disorder, along with severe depression, anxiety, paranoia. I’ve had severe mood swings, regularly blown up at people, had manic episodes, been bedridden for days on end, had an unhealthy fear of cops and stayed awake for nights on end unable to sleep because of “entities” in my room, and I’ve been unable to walk into entire rooms because they were “filthy” and my hands had bleeding psoriasis because I kept washing them too much every day.

So next time anybody tells me that I should pity someone, or that I’m being too hard on someone, or that someone needs to be babied and taken care of, then I know that they are an idiot.

Sadly, I’ve also been through my unhealthy but entirely necessary share of “co-dependent” relationships. I know what it’s like to have that MADDENING drive to fix people. To train them. To show them their weaknesses and direct them.

If those people in my life were to talk about me, they would say that they “love me” and how great and wonderful I am, but they probably wouldn’t say the one thing I most would want to hear: that they got better because of me.

“Healthy” relationships are an illusion. You can become strong and healthy while still maintaining leeches. And it’s also mandatory that you learn from these experiences until you can have the strength to go it alone or seek out an equal.

Finding an equal is nearly impossible. You’re better off recognizing one simple thing:

Most people are inherently weak and that will never change.

Once you realize that nobody is listening, that nobody cares about your opinions or struggles, and that most people will never change, it then frees you by abdicating yourself of the responsibility to help or change them.

That’s why I don’t give money to homeless people–they’ve already made the decision to give up in life.

That’s why I don’t buy food or clothes or apartments for women–they’re not little children that need to be fed. They just act like it.

And when anybody–man or woman, parent or girlfriend–calls or texts to complain or inform me of any problem, I do not sypathize or pity or act shocked. Instead, I give advice. I tell them exactly what it is that I know they should do, from my own experience. And do they ever listen? No. They just want to complain.

So 90% of the time I just don’t even respond to complaining or excuses. It falls on deaf ears because I will not enable that behavior, and furthermore I will not let it drag ME down as well.

I’ve seen a lot of talk about “manspeak” and how men always try to solve a woman’s problems, and how they just want a sympathetic ear. Well I don’t really give a fuck.

When you come to me with a problem, you’d better be prepared for some real, practical, actionable advice on how to solve it, because that’s what strong people do. Not just men. It’s what people who are responsible, disciplined, mature, and self-convicted do.

It’s not that I don’t listen or can’t ever empathize. But most people just want to complain or be heard. And as soon as you do that, whatever comes out of your mouth affects your mindset and those around you. When you spill emotional vomit, all it often does is contaminate and pollute.

Better to keep that vomit inside of you, as motivation, and channel it toward a solution or some other constructive thing.

But when you listen to a weak person once, it will only tell them to keep doing it again and again.

A weak person will always self-sabotage whatever you do for them, or they will find someone else to help them.

You are not obligated to anyone.

If you see someone bleeding on the street, sure, call 911 and make sure they’ll live.

But don’t be taking care of people all the time. There’s plenty of people to go around who will do that.

The BEST people to teach are the ones who’ve gone through it all, and came out on top. But unfortunately, most of those people either don’t have the time or patience to teach, or they won’t coddle you like an ignoramus physician will.

My advice for bi-polar disorder? Just be persistent in controlling your moods and being productive. Eventually no one will know when you’re manic.

My advice for obsessive-compulsive disorder? Stop being a baby and let the instrusive thoughts bother you. Touch dirty and germy things and FEEL the devastating uncleanliness and toxicity. Keep torturing yourself until it goes away.

My advice for depression? Stop sleeping and get the fuck out of bed, no matter how shitty you feel.

My advice for anxiety? Do extremely anxiety-inducing things, like getting stopped by police, talking to members of the opposite sex, or take the right non-invasive drugs and then do those things.

My advice for paranoia? Face it. Get through the very things you’re paranoid about. Get in trouble, talk to a bunch of people and be really social. Get yourself kicked out of college parties, arrested, make peace with those nightmarish entities, and fix your mindset.

And that’s the last piece of advice I have for any problem: change your mindset and the way you think.

It’s the way you speak to yourself. When a weak person talks, just tell them to listen to their own bullshit:

“They’re hurting me!”

“I’m a victim!”

“I can’t do this without you!”

“I’m too old to do this!”

“What if the bad thing happens again?”

That’s their problem right there. They do not have an incurable deficit, and they don’t really need help.

They just need to stop being a baby and stop being afraid.

You can teach people until you’re blue in the face, but ultimately their problems usually just stay the same or get even worse.

“What happened to the advice I gave you?” you will ask. “Did you take it?”

“No,” they will say. “I started but stopped, or I just never took it in the first place,” they will inevitably tell you.

I’m not suggesting everybody always needs to listen to my advice. But most of the time people just never solve their problems, or they do it the hard way and luck out.

Right now I could give my parents 100% actionable advice, a perfect blueprint plan for getting into shape. But they won’t listen.

Here’s a story:

My dad just suffered a huge colon obstruction and told me nearly died.

When he told me about it out of the blue, I gave him advice on how to clear the blockage, since I’ve been through similar severe bowel problems before. They call it IBS, but it’s really just the manifestation of an awful diet and poor physical health.

My dad said this happens periodically “for some reason.” This guy also experiences mindblowingly painful kidney stones every 4 years. At the time I was led to believe it was genetic, but now I know better because my dad gets sick a lot.

Though I was tempted to give my dad advice, I didn’t give him a blueprint. He won’t listen. I just told him really quick “some reason = diet” and that was the last text I sent him.

This guy drinks coca-cola every day, is overweight and doesn’t do ANY exercise, doesn’t have sex with his fat wife, and binge-watches TV in his off-time.

It’s no wonder he nearly died of a colon obstruction. The way I look at it, the colon obstruction is just a physical manifestation of his shitty life.

My mom hasn’t lost any weight in years even though I’ve coached her for exercise, given her blueprints on how to lose weight, and checked up on her for accountability. An accountability partner does a weak person absolutely no good if they don’t actually care about being accountable.

In fact, I’m inclined to say that accountability as a concept is 100% worthless because all it does is make you co-dependent. If that person disppears, who’s going to hold you accountable?

That’s why you must learn to be accountable to yourself.

These nerds and psychologists love to talk about stupid and useless solutions, or prescribe life-threatening drugs, but if they really wanted to help people they’d tell them the truth:

Stop being a pussy and face your fears.

Be patient.

Actually fucking DO SOMETHING about the problem.

But hey, I’m no psychologist. My opinion isn’t medical advice. You should just keep listening to advice from your doctor, who wants you to spend more money on those FDA-pushed pharmaceuticals and rip you off. And by all means, don’t take any potentially life-altering drug without consulting him first, so that he can tell you not do it. In fact, don’t do anything useful first without talking to a nerd who went through medical school and never had real problems in his life.

That’s my medical disclaimer.

And in case you don’t believe me, or think I’m being too harsh, just check my About Me page for a pictorial history of how I went from weak to strong.

I rarely get sick or have serious health problems, my mood swings are easily controllable now (although sometimes I let them happen just for fun), I’ve gotten rid of 95% of my acne, I have a ton of energy, and I’m ripped.

I don’t blame the economy, I don’t blame being a “millenial,” I don’t blame my genes, I don’t blame my ugliness, and I don’t blame my parents. It took a while to get there, but I know now that NONE of things are holding me back, and that they are all bullshit excuses that I once used.

If a psycho-analyst REALLY wanted to help someone, you know what they would say?

They’d say:

“Grow the fuck up and start taking responsibility for your problems, you whiny spoiled brat.”

If you really want to fix something, you can.

But if you’re just looking to get taken care of, then there are plenty of chumps out there willing to do that as well.

Just remember that when you leech off of others, you lose yourself in the process. You become weak, and you become a slave.

Man or woman, it’s up to you to fix your problems.

It’s time to grow the fuck up.

Why you are a slave

Without money, you are a slave.

You are a slave to your bosses, the big gorillas whose opinions you care more about and who you can’t be seen undermining. You have to go in on time, wear what they want, and not speak your mind.

You are a slave to your landlord, who calls the rules and shots and can evict you whenever they want. You can’t make too much noise or have too many people over.

You are a slave to your girlfriend, who only has sex with you when she feels like it, which may not be often. You cannot hit on all the pretty girls you see when you and her are out together, wasting time and achieving nothing.

You are a slave to the gym trainers, who will get mad at you for hitting on too many girls in the gym.

You’re a slave to the clothes you wear. You can’t buy the new ones you want because you can’t afford it.

You’re a slave to the food you eat. You can’t afford the organic meats and vegetables that you need, so you are forced to buy all the toxic food that America has for sale.

You’re a slave to lawsuits and police. You can’t afford to break the law, even on accident, because it would ruin you.

But the good news is that money solves all of these problems.

With money, you don’t need a boss. You can tell him where to shove it and go to work any damn time you fucking please.

With money, you can live wherever you want and set the rules. If you’re evicted it doesn’t matter. There’s a million places to live out there.

With money, you can have as many girls as you want. Sky’s the limit because you have the time and freedom to find them, and your confidence and money will attract women.

With money, you can buy the best foods and the best clothes. In turn you can use your newfound energy and status to produce even more money, and live like a king.

You can pay off whoever you want and whatever you want and you have unlimited options. The world is at your disposal.

But to get there, you must climb the uphill battle. You must start with nothing and build up from there.

It is a simple and easy process, but only if you treat it that way. You must endure above all. You must simply persist and not give up. Not succumb to video games, or TV, or porn, or just become complacent at your job.

You must always push the boundaries every single day, until you no longer care what people think of you.

Then you will become successful.

Once again, the hardest thing you are doing right now is holding back.