The twentysomething, basement-dwelling guy has become an archetype of the loser. Usually, one lives in a basement because one has no friends with whom he can share a rented flat or no money to rent something at all. Living in a basement also makes it difficult to receive anyone, especially hypergamous females.
On the opposite, being a nomad is cool because it signals more or less the exact opposite features. If you live as a nomad, you must be able to handle a lot of daily inconveniences, to take care of the unexpected, free to choose where you go. If you live as a nomad, you can live without the crutches of usual comfort. Today, living or having lived the nomadic lifestyle is often taken as a signal of self-reliability and competence. Those who travel to pick up girls get a bit of the lifestyle, and they usually learn more than those who stay at home, and some like Roosh have managed to embrace nomadism as a whole lifestyle for years.
As for myself, I am about to put an end to four months of a really nomadic, not to say bohemian, lifestyle. For four months, I have been living in three different countries, got hosted by various friends and family members, and though such a way to live has important drawbacks, it is also highly formative. Reflecting on my immediate past experience, here are important things I have learned. Most of the time, I already had an idea of these before walking around, but experience recalled or embodied these.
1. You Must Be Able To Live Minimally
Owning too much stuff leads to having your home and shelves overfilled. Most of said stuff was usually more expensive when you bought it than today, and most of it is also useless. Do you really need a collection of plastic miniatures or DVDs? Instead, embrace a minimalist lifestyle: less dust, more space, more place for creativity as you have to fulfill the now empty space, and more money as you stop buying junk. When one travels a lot, one quickly gets tired of being forced to bring weighty or voluminous stuff everywhere he goes, to the point of resenting having too many clothes.
The only thing I allow myself to carry plenty of is books. Depending on the weather and on who I plan to see, presents from afar, valuable alcohol and specific clothes (like winter clothes or three-pieces suit) can find their place in the bags. Everything else is non-necessary, burdening, and should be avoided.
2. Be In Shape And You Can Travel A Lot
Even if you are living the minimalist lifestyle, traveling outside the beaten path always mean you will have to use both strength and endurance. Sometimes you go from France, where good wine is cheap, to a country where you can sell the same wine twice or thrice the price, or give it to a friend, and then you find yourself carrying a 60-lbs luggage. Sometimes you get late and must walk fast to get on board before the train or plane leaves. Sometimes the underground escalating subways are out of service and you have to carry these luggages all by yourself. And, sometimes, you might be tired of walking and carrying, but there’s a gorgeous girl out there and it may be great to pick her up.
The unexpected and the difficult are always around the corner, especially when you hop in new places. Whatever comes, it will be much easier to handle if you are in shape. I have never seen an accomplished traveller with a flabby physique. Couchsurfing events are sometimes crowded by bobos, but all of those who are actually traveling (and not merely throwing themselves to another local party) are at least in decent shape.
3. Having Control Of Your Space And Time Is Near Indispensable
Having one’s own space and time is crucial. There are public spaces and there are private ones, there are moments for gathering or working with and for others as well as moments when you can do whatever you want. Even the Chinese near-slaves who toil fourteen hours a day at the factory and sleep in cage “homes” have at least their own cages.
Living in other people’s place mean you are occupying their space and meddling with their routine, not yours. They may be accommodating, and you may be graceful to their patience, but a time will come when you will feel the need to have your own space and time rather than being negotiating for some. If you don’t do so, people around will invade whatever you are doing, preventing you from ever be focused, and you will turn nervous and tired because you can’t live according to your own rhythm. When you know you will have something important to do, ask your host about his schedule or spot the useful semi-public spaces such as libraries, coffee shops or parks. A host with no schedule and no sense of boundaries can be a living nightmare you will be thankful not to depend too much from.
4. Cognitive Overloading Can Be A Serious Issue
Traveling means you have a lot of things to think about: schedule, stuff to bring with you, money, places to visit, tasks to perform, training, seduction opportunities, paperwork… It is very easy to get overwhelmed by the sheer amount of things to remember or do. This is stressful, and if you fail to organize these, you may forget to do or bring things that matter. I have already forgotten to pay the rent on time or to take what I had just bought at the market, not because it was heavy, but because I was overburdened with stuff to think about.
When you travel, make lists. Objects to buy, people to remember, tasks to perform, openers or topics of conversation if you need some reminder for picking up girls. Even the least important thing can be important enough to be written down, at least once you have cared about the essential (see point 1).
5. Lifestyle And Life Choices Matter
The lifestyle one follows has a conditioning effect on what one does, can do, will do easily and thinks one can do. When you get hosted by various people, you get directly in the middle of their lifestyle. The sheer fact of having passed over others’ homes allowed me to witness a lot of ways to live: from the wanker student whose whole family lives on welfare and who spends six hours a day playing video games to the maniac old woman yelling at me for letting a drop of water in the shower cubicle after use, not to forget the cool guy whose house was such a mess only half of the sofa could be used (the other half having been irremediably stained by a manures of a pet parrot), there are a lot of ways life can be lived, and they are far from being equal.
Witnessing a lot of different lifestyles and going through each allows you to evaluate the pros and cons. For example, keeping one’s home minimally clean is good, but being a total maniac who will scoff at the least grain of dust or drop of water shows overemphasizing petty things over more important ones.
Also, turning one’s home into a party center endowed with various sofas, a big hi-fi stereo and drinks can help to become popular, but it may also be at the expense of reading books, and if you aren’t careful enough about who passes over you may end up exploited by freeloaders. Having been through various lifestyle makes you able to actually choose among a lot of things you would either have taken for granted or never thought about as possible.
6. We All Depend From Other People, So, Others Should Be Good—Or Shamed
We can and must strive for independence. Not depending from someone else or from things outside one’s control means being able to choose self-determination. Yet, whatever your trade and the extent of your skills, you need to at least trade with other people and are far better off if you can actually trust at least some people than if you live in a state of perpetual defiance. This is especially true when you depend on someone else to take shelter for the night or store something of yours.
This is why individualism, that “fancy word for personal selfishness,” must be kept in check and not merely by formal laws or the economy. This is also why the left should not be let in control of too much capital: I once looked at the Couchsurfers who lived in Paris and the sheer view of their smug Leftists faces made me wish I would never depend on them for anything, lest sleeping at their home. Being frequently hosted does not merely make you more dependent from selected others, it actually reminds you how dependent you are—and how dependent they are as well, the dependence principle working in all directions.
Being dependent from others does not (necessarily) mean you are weak and deprived of control. It means, however, that said others should be ashamed if they have bad behaviors, such as sluttiness for women and indiscriminate assholery for men, because their acts have consequences. If you get hosted, you need to be able to trust the one who gets you in his territory, and if you host, you need to be able to trust the one who will meddle in your territory. It works both ways. Even if you manage to wield a lot of power, you need to trust minimally those who work for or depend on you. Thus, even when we look for self-reliance and self-determination, we should always be keen to reward good behavior and chastise bad one, moral relativism be damned.
De retour à la maison
Some people are meant to live a nomadic lifestyle. Others are of a more sedentary character. For the latter, roaming could be a normal part of an initiation process: the young knights or aristocrats had to tour Europe, the compagnons (craftsmen) would spend youth years working in various places, ancient ascetics let everything behind, and the uninitiated still made a point to go to a pilgrimage to Jerusalem or Santiago de Compostela. This was an integral part of the traditional world, and this made much sense.
Travelling forces one to let behind comfort, to distinguish the essential from the accessory, to meet foreign but sociable ways, to get accustomed to minimalism, to face dangers, and at the same time to entertain curiosity about what is going around. The initiate’s travel was meant to be a crucible, an ordeal for discoveries and self-purification—something very different from the American melting pot, sometimes wrongly called a crucible, which leads individuals to materialistic consumerism and promotes miscegenation.
Many of us find or have found one day, usually after teenage years, that we were born and raised as weaklings. We can attribute this weakness to a host of causes, some biological (water supplies poised with chemicals, reduced testosterone, an excessively sedentary life-), some familial or educational (the lack of father figures, being raised by mothers and cultural Marxists), some others cultural (constant leftist guilt-tripping, anti-white and anti-male propaganda daily). We are not responsible for said weakness and may rightfully advocate for these harms to be recognized and compensated.
Yet we are responsible for getting ourselves out of this dreadful state and going forward in life. There is much to be done if we want to only equate our ancestors. Traveling, roaming, wandering is part of the process. Only after having taken the ordeal, no matter how long, can we sustain a household—and, even more, a whole social orientation like neomasculinity—and keep burning the sacred fire at the center of the place we can truly call a home.
Read More: 5 Steps To Living Like A Nomad
#1 is so true, by living minimally you don’t have the endless stress of bills, obligations etc. Just able to pick up and leave for a week is a great thing.
Laptop, Cellphone, and a Camera/GoPro are just about all you need to function properly as a Nomadic type beyond the clothing, passport, debit card essentials.
It truly is a golden age for extended travel, the problem is just making the $$$. Oh and the whole aging thing too… the older people get the less they want to be constantly uprooted.
They’re living the dream!
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triggered
https://britmannia.com/2016/07/03/dubai-porta-potties/
Not gonna lie, I was watching Live Free or Die the other night and the idea of roughing it out in the woods seemed appealing in a strange way. Maybe not indefinitely, but a week or so would do wonders for the soul.
http://channel.nationalgeographic.com/live-free-or-die/
True. I’ll bet that just over those dunes is a harem of submissive women who can be stoned to death for even talking about rape culture.
women who can be stoned to death for even talking about rape culture.
But only in the afternoon. But keep in mind, they ain’t asking nobody for nothing, if they can’t get it on their own.
I have yet to have anybody catch a single one of my Hank Williams Jr. references. Damnit. Heh.
Sorry man, Hank Williams Sr. is more my thing, though Jr. has some good stuff. Just not as familiar with him.
If they don’t like the way you’re livin’, GOJ, they can just leave the long-haired country boy alone.
I dig the patriarch of the family too.
Thank you! Exactly.
While materialism is one of the west’s ills, RoK’s focus on the “nomad lifestyle” is getting a bit tiresome. Anybody can be a moocher and crash on someone’s couch for three months, lol. Writing articles about it like it’s a viable lifestyle choice and pretending that it takes skill does this community a disservice imo.
Sure, live simpler and with less. But do it in your own place. That’s the only way you can help to fix what’s wrong with our culture as opposed to running from the problems.
I agree with you in general about this but at the same time I enjoy the articles that show me a life that is totally different from the one I live. It’s interesting to see how other people live.
I can see where it’s interesting to a point. But I’d rather just solve the problems and destroy the problem-creators. Being told about the nomad lifestyle by a twentysomething whose idea of life experience is borrowing his way through the third world doesn’t strike me as terribly masculine.
again…you and I are in exact alignment of thought 100%. Then again, I can’t say that everything I did at 20 was the smartest thing possible despite me, obviously, knowing fucking everything back then. Some fights I just feel are best to let go and sit back and enjoy the read.
agree. i did the “nomad” thing for a while, and i’m back in NY working (self-employed w/o corporation restraints). i have to say the best thing to do is make so much fucking money that you can have the nomad lifestyle as an option, as a getaway. but to do this 365 days a year for your whole life? to have to worry aobut whether a $10 meal is going to dent your wallet significantly? thats nigger shit.
I was in Panama City a couple years ago hanging out with a couple of dirty Aussie backpackers. I watched them argue over whether or not to spend a single dollar. No joke: $1. They’d been on the road for most of eighteen months together.
That’s no way to live.
youre right. unless you become the fucking buddha, then you have to accept money is just an important aspect of life. to backpack and live abroad is dope for a few years, but eventually you’re gonna have to make a decent living somehow some way.
I was never tempted to become a citizen of Backpackistan, not even when I was twenty. I always avoided hostels and found a way to stay in hotels or shared homes instead. It felt more authentic.
Today, we have the gloriousness that is Airbnb. I’ll never travel any other way again. You can rent a good-looking contemporary studio apartment for $250 a week in major cities all over the world. Hotels can’t compare.
I’ve always been willing to spring for a 4 star. I’ll get on this Airbnb kick with my next vacation.
Ive never done airbnb. I usually contact a language school and ask if somebody has a pad ot room to rent. I need to check it out.
I don’t want to go be a hermit for 20 years in the mountains of Tibet or anything. But that’s partially because I’ve got so much that I’ve worked for here in America. I think I would be a stronger, better, more masculine person if I did go abroad and live on my own for a year or more.
I take long trips abroad, but nothing over a month. I fully support anyone who chooses to do so.
That’s the problem. In reality, 90% of travellers are bums. There’s a hardcore 10% or so who genuinely gain something and give something back (Roosh being an example)
But most just want to eat your food, shit in your toilet, sleep in your bed … and most definitely fucking not pay the bills
A nomadic lifestyle doesn’t have to mean hobo. I generally agree with you, there are a lot of bums and mooches out there, however I’d argue that it’s not 90% of travelers, I’m betting you don’t notice the rolling million dollar castles out there. There are a shitload of folks into construction who live in nicer mobile accommodations than their peers in bricks and mortar. I think these authors view being a “nomad” as some sort of rambling mooch. People likely don’t see or notice (how would you really) those of us who live in a nomadic way but have better homes, higher paying careers and more choices in freedom than 90% of the population.
I see them at work every day
Yeah, i did not see any value in this article.
Swear to Bob, we need a pro-materialism article sometime.
Being surrounded by a vast sea of amazing products, giving you the world at your fingertips, both literally (Hitler) and figuratively (Ann Frank), then rejecting it all not because you yourself have any real issues with things, but because you think you’re making some huge statement about society that other swill adhere to, seems a bit myopic.
Look, I get if somebody wants to embrace the ideas of the (sadly, poser) Thoreau. That’s fine as far as it goes. There is a general peace in simplicity at times, and that’s totally cool. But this vibe of “reject the few good things about modern society, because the bad things also exist” just doesn’t appeal to me.
Here, I make a modest proposal and suggest we endorse a Yesmad society.
Yes, I do enjoy expensive nice cars
Yes, I find great pleasure and freedom cruising down the road on a motorcycle
Yes, the internet gives me every form of knowledge I could ever hope for and I like it.
Yes, fine Scotch is a great thing
Yes, a good cigar is a simple pleasure that I will not refrain from enjoying from time to time.
Yes, owning an actual home is pretty fucking awesome, especially if it’s on a lot of land with little zoning regulations (that last part is just me, not the official ideology speaking).
Yes, to dine in a fine gourmet restaurant with a highly attractive woman on my arm is a thing I enjoy when I feel the urge.
Yes, a day out on a boat is great fun and highly recommended.
Yes, all of this is perfectly legit and fine, as long as you’re not enslaving yourself with debt to get it
Don’t be a Nomad, be a Yesmad!
Yesmad! gold jerry, gold.
Don’t have to tell me how great materialism it 🙂
I really have to find a hot tub and portal back to the 1980’s.
And, as an aside, Kurt Cobain can resurrect from the dead and then kiss my lily white ass. Unrelated, but I felt it needed said.
We should lead an exhibition to Seattle, go dig up Cobains body and give it the ass kicking it needed and never really got in life.
People whine about him being shot by his whore wife, but you know, can you really blame her? Fuck man, if I had to live in the same house with this nasty unwashed little rich kid who spent his entire time whining about how he was so put out to be a little rich kid growing up, I woulda put a slug in his head too.
why are you starting. You know that fucker is one of my triggers.
Your going to need a bulldozer to plow all the homeless junkies (nomads) off it.
Apparently Kurt used to get his ass kicked by the football players at his high school. He would retaliate by spray painting “fag” on their cars which led to more ass kickings. He complained that too many of the wrong people were coming to his concerts-like the ones who used to kick his ass! He seemed to take pleasure in being a smug little asshole.
That is precisely the view I’ve formed about him. A snarky, mouthy little prick who desperately needed to be taken out behind the barn and have the senses beaten out of him.
I used to love Nirvana. ‘Til I realised at about age 19 that they were a bunch of whining pussies (literally triggered)
Untimely celebrity deaths are frequently followed by tasteless jokes so I made up my own after Kurt Cobain’s head was blown off. First I would casually remind people that Rod Stewart used to play with the band “Faces” before he went solo. After that I would ask:
Q. Do you know the similarity between Rod Stewart and Curt Cobain?
A. They’re no longer with faces! Har! Har!
Horrendous in retrospect. A great talent to come out of that era was Mark Lanegan, formerly of Screaming Trees. Great solo albums, made music with Greg Dulli from Afgan Whigs for a bit (The Gutter Twins, check em out)
Whats Kurt have to do with it?
I don’t blame him for eating the shotgun considering what he married.
I’m actually on her side on this.
Was just discussing him the other day with lolknee offline, and then heard one of his songs pop on the radio just as I was about to post so I thought “Hey, I need to say this”.
Courtney? Hmm. I think I’ll leave sleeping dogs lie and not enquire further.
I loathe her. I laid out my case a few posts below.
All music produced these days sound like whiny pussies. Or is it just me?
I posted this on another thread a few nights ago.
Breath deep, the red pill lyrics and screaming guitar of the underground outlaw blues scene.
I will look these guys up. Tanks.
It’s one guy (for this particular artist). The others are unknowns as well. But great.
Grenades.
Kurt Nobrain, as we used to call him..
At the very least, you can thank Cobain for keeping Rap from taking over far sooner than it did.
I believe you’ve identified the fundamental flaw in the article. It was presumed the opposite of ‘nomad’ was ‘nohappy’, but what really happened is they inverted the wrong part.
Agree with your sentiment. One could say I live in a nomadic way traveling from locale to locale, however I bring all my creatures comforts with me. Motorcycle? check, it’s in the trailer, 4×4? check, it’s also in the trailer… I also make serious bank while doing it. End goal is that large plot of land. So I suppose I’m already embracing yesmad, hell I didn’t even know it. lol
Sounds like a trailer carny joint.
http://www.rockengraphics.com/sitebuilder/images/10915318_10153013905863396_4097345725832128770_n-424×230.jpg
Which is a good way to hook up a travel lifestyle with a mostly cash business. You have to hustle for customers and open people constantly especially if you’re running a game vs food joint. The hottest hiding beauties in every community suddenly appear at the carnival. You never see anything but the most wretched females working at the quickie mart and the truck stops, but at the fair, the reclusive beauties that you never knew existed in your town show themselves.
http://cdn.c.photoshelter.com/img-get2/I0000DVu1U4kuxG0/fit=1000×750/Pavees-day-at-Midsummer-Fair-3.jpg
Interesting but no I’m not a carny rat. My trailer is my garage behind a high end RV. I do contracts in the corporate world. But yes your observations are spot on about the fair.
There are plenty of hot girls at village fairs, but I don’t recall them ever being attracted to the carnies. Actually, rather the opposite.
The hired help carnies don’t make much but the game owners who hire them can make a bit. Independent game owners pay the carnival boss a flat fee for lot rent during the spot. I knew a guy who had a ring toss for pocket knives game that he ran for the summer months. He towed it on 5th wheel to location along with a decent camper. He’d make out well on regular rights and break the bank on weekends. His gf helper looked like a sexy magicians assistant, some girl he originally met at another spot. They had a place in Kentucky and another winter place in central Florida they were buying with their sole income from the game. But the carnies running rides and ripping tickets in half, they make basically enough to buy cigs, booze and party.
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I like sleeping in my own fucking bed at at night. I travel 40 days a year on average for recreation but I can’t imagine dicking around with finding internet, metro maps and every other thing every damn day of the year.
You know, I have a buddy who works of BofA and travels 3 weeks of the month all around the country. My job is only in Manhattan and I never leave the island.
When I talk to him I always say how it must be an awesome adventure pulling into new towns, getting into a hotel, having a cocktail at the hotel bar, etc. etc. etc. He always tells me I am crazy and he wishes he could work the same hours every day and just come home at the end of the day to his own home and his local haunts etc etc etc.
Your friend is right. I’m going to Barcelona on the first cattle car flight on Monday. Meaning I’m up at 4am and running against the clock to cover all the issues and being back to report to the CEO at 8am Thursday.
Frequent business travel can drain you over time.
People who climb onto the business travel treadmill in their late twenties/early thirties get off before age forty. Burnout is real.
Oh I believe it. It’s just that I never did it so I feel it would be exciting (for a short time).
I’ve been moving around for quite some time, and the only thing I want at this point is to plant myself somewhere for at least the next 15 years.
I really liked this article; especially the bang-up ending. And this – “Many of us find or have found one day, usually after teenage years, that we were born and raised as weaklings.” Ain’t it the truth.
Everybody is different. One man’s meat is another man’s poison. To many people, living a nomadic lifestyle is abhorrent. They’d rather cut off their left hand. To each their own. For me, being completely self-reliant and answering to nobody but myself, and traveling all over, at whatever moment I choose, and having no bills, or a mortgage, or a wife, is the Holy Grail. So it just depends on who you are, basically.
I was coddled when I was a kid. My family was pretty well-to-do. My rich grandparents thought I was a special snowflake, and they pampered me and worried about me to no end. So I was kind of a pussy, to put it bluntly, when I was a child. Afraid of my own shadow, in many ways. Which in retrospect, didn’t make me much different than any of my childhood peers. It was merely a matter of degree, because since probably the 1950s, pretty much all children in the USA, outside of rural areas, were raised in homes with TVs and warm beds and other modern conveniences and creature comforts. And those things are addictive, let’s face it.
Fortunately, the School of Hard Knocks came calling one day, and threw me out of the safety of the nest. And man, am I glad that happened, because it was the greatest gift I ever received. I look at my childhood peers today, and they are already dead, basically. They wifed-up the first girl who smiled at them, after going the “safe route” – namely, to college, and then to a job working as a cog in a corporate machine. And then they started having kids and before you knew it, they were standing in wet cement that was rapidly drying around their ankles. And they hate themselves for it. I can tell this, by the way they envy my freedom (although they act as if the path they chose is the greatest thing in the world). We’re all fools, I’m not knocking who they are, and being a nomad isn’t for everybody, but, I am also cognizant enough to realize that they didn’t make their own choices – their choices chose them…and once you get old enough, you will realize this, no matter who you are.
There’s something to be said for trial by fire. I started being a hard-core nomad 15 years ago. I never did the “stay on the couch” thing (living at someone’s house), my residence of choice has been hotels and motels, mostly because I have always, at heart, been a loner. And I always hated being confined and being in the same place for too long, even when I was that pussy, spoiled kid who lived a pampered life. I’ve only possessed a laptop, a backpack, some clothing, a few accessories and some personal items, and the most important travel item of all – ready cash – for the past 15 years. I’ve traveled all over North America, as well as Asia, but I don’t particularly like going overseas, or flying, for that matter. I don’t like being pawed in airports by goons with low IQs. With that being said, I will never willingly go back to corporate servitude, let alone work for anybody else. God might throw me a curveball, and I could get hit by a truck, or forced into working for another person at some point due to a twist of fate, but as mentioned, I won’t do it willingly. To me, freedom is all about choices. If you are working in the corporate machine, your choices are few and far between, and to my way of thinking, that kills one’s spirit. You won’t learn to be truly self-reliant, working to make somebody else rich.
As mentioned already, the nomadic lifestyle is not for everyone. It can be a scary thing trying to rely solely on oneself, but there is nothing like it, in terms of boosting confidence, self-reliance, and self-esteem. I can say this with confidence, because I’ve lived both lifestyles. When you break away from the herd and start living a dream that you created in your mind’s eye, it is liberating as hell. Because you have then proved to yourself that you can do anything at all. So I heartily endorse this pathway, and for those of you who are on the fence about traversing it, I can only say, you have but one possession that is worth more than any other – and that is your last breath.
So go for it, young squires, while you still have time. You can always be a corporate slave later, if things don’t work out for you as a self-reliant individual. But if you never try to be completely self-reliant, which will in itself engender the liberating, nomadic lifestyle outlined in this article, you will one day live to regret it…just like pretty much everybody else you see around you, all of whom are doing that hamster-on-a-treadmill thing. And that will make you bitter, in the end, when you look back at your life and think, “What if…” So don’t let it happen, if you have a mind to try it. Seize the day.
eeek – “wet cement”, that’s a good descriptive
The soft truth tends to become the hard truth (cement).
“One man’s meat is another man’s poison. ”
I guess to each their own. Like Tycho Brahe said to the catholic church, Ptolemy but shorter than you..
That said, great post there bob.
Hey thanks, Kneeman. “Ptolemy but shorter than you.” I think I would spit alcohol all over the joint if we had a few drinks. No, make that, I know I would. But laughter is the best medicine. Life is so fucking serious to most people, isn’t it? We’re all gonna fucking die. I’m no different than anybody else. Anyway, you crack me up. And I like that.
wait until I get the chance to shoe horn my favorite line about the Viking King Canute and the hoosier Knute Rockne…….I just need someone to make a comment about something being possible when I know full well it isn’t.
Heh.
Yeah, that will be fun. Until then I’m going to go ahead and inhale a piano into my nose and call it a day.
I am saving it to roast one of our resident morons. Meanwhile, enjoy the piano. I assume you are snorting a line of Kratom before hand.
Carpe diem.
Nice post Bob.
Grazie, John Galt…much appreciated.
You’re still a pussy, Bob. (jk) heh
Finding out I was raised like a pussy was my first dose of red pill. School of Hard Knocks indeed, it’s a great one.
Thanks for posting man.
Glad it resonated. We’re all demented pussies, really – and we’re trying to quit, but it’s hard. That’s the main thing. Keep pushing. Sometimes we get bitch-slapped out of our comfort zone, and our backs are against the wall. It seems like persecution, but it isn’t. It’s a chance to rise like a Phoenix from the ashes of our previously weak existence. But you know this, and it’s comforting to know that you know it. So keep on keeping on, whatever you might do, and stay strong, brother…
Yep, if you haven’t yet realized that at some point in life you were a bit of a pussy then you more than likely still are. Only Chuck Norris was born kicking ass.
That’s why they don’t call him “Cuck” Norris…
Chuck Norris died 10 years ago.
Death just doesn’t have the courage to tell him.
Great post man! We were all pussies at some point it’s all about overcomming it. I really didn’t even start to do it until my mid 20’s when I sold my shit, my shitty car, ditched this brad that was tieing me down, and left the country for 6 years.
When I came back worked for someone for a few years then went out on my own. That was 7 years ago. I’ll never work for anyone ever again..
Good on you, brother. The hell with conformity. It’s a killer…
Perfect.
Grazie my friend…
You’ll have tough choices son. Like . . . . . . a DIY river raft loaded with kratom . . . . . or COLLEGE!!!
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Wait…I thought you said it was a tough choice.
Dr. Peterson staging a public rally at University of Toronto to defend free-speech and prevent the passing of Bill C-16, which forces people to address others with the pronoun of their choosing. This is language policing by law, where you have to refer to a boy as “she” or “her” if he says that he identifies as a girl.
If this isn’t the definition of double-speak, than I don’t know what is.
what the fuck am I watching. I am pretty sure that with a good cudgel I could totally clear this entire protest out myself and I wouldn’t even need Kratom.
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Why even use the cudgel. Just drop the word “faggot” a few times and these pussies would die from being over-triggered.
Or tell them that you want to grab them in the pussy.
Or just do it.
why use a cudgel? why? use? a cudgel? Man, if you have to ask why use a cudgel then you are I just aren’t connecting in a meaningful way.
Why even use the cudgel.
Because a Bec de corbin would come across as too formal.
Nah, we need to evolve to the point where we can kill people with mere utterances of words. Kind of like ancient ninja super powers level scary.
Look dude, I think we can connect better. I understand that using a cudgel is fun. I’m just saying that we could accomplish the same thing, have the same laughs, and save some energy that we could then use to smash Lauren Southern’s head through the headboard (I go first).
Haha. I actually had to look that up. I agree it’s too formal. If we’re going with weapons on these turds, they need to be homemade, like a baseball bat with nails in it.
I will smash Lauren Southern alright
A mace or flail would do nicely. An upgrade to pole arms or edged weapons is always an option pending your alignment.
Oh God, here come the 2d20 jokes…
Heh.
I think that place is called Skyrim. With that wish you sir must be a Nord.
It’s Canada, so the “protesters” would apologize for gettiing in the way of your swing
I cant wait to take my Japanese sexbot on a ride on one of these= a motorcycle that cant fall over
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/cars/news/bmw-reveals-the-motorcycle-that-cant-fall-over/
I am not sure I like that. to be honest, it is pretty hard for a moving motorcycle to fall over anyway. I mean, If you aren’t being totally out of your fucking mind. If you are at a good cruising speed bikes are really meant to stay up. Meanwhile, when the kneeman gets his nerve backup and gets into the saddle it will be the Triumph Bonneville for him.
I would tell the on board computer to drive me and Miyako straight to the looney bin
whatever you do, don’t drive head first into a school bus filled with children….that, my friends, does not lead to a very fun day.
Off Topic: These bitches be out for cuffing season like no ones business. It is amazing how hive minded they are.
I really honestly have no idea what you’re talking about or referencing.
Cuffing season: summer is over and these hos are looking for their beta provider to buy them gifts and look the other way when they gain 15 pounds and run errands for them in the snow and then come spring they are back on the carousel. This time a year the plates all put the hard press down to dry to “cuff” some beta bux
Female version of a winter-bulk.
How do you hit the gym or weights while you’re on the road for this long? Especially when in other countries.
Resistance bands are awesome in a pinch, if you can’t access a gym…I use ’em all the time. $40 for a good set. Stick ’em in your backpack/luggage. Great range of motion, great results, minimal chance of injury. My two cents’ there…opinions vary.
Women are doing yoga on planes now, in the seats and in the aisles.
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The guy checking her out – if I were him, I’d hit up the yoga chick and ask her if she’d help me benchpress some reps . . .
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It AIN’T FAIR that only chicks can do yoga on planes. A guy needs to do his benchpress too you know. It’s only fair! Make some room in the galley.
No shit man! They always get that pussy pass…I don’t mind them doing it though. And yet, they’ll all say they don’t want attention, and if you look, they’ll say “Creeper!”. I mean, if you aren’t the guy they want to look at them. Heh. Craziness.
Those chicks are in their trance when they’re doing that. I’d chat her anyways or afterwards and get contact info. If she’s up to benchpress, cool. Show her the new benchpress craze happening. Maybe hookup or arrange a meetup on another flight to do a session.
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Looks interesting. I’d prefer to flip over on my back, and bench press her…but the workout depicted in the photo obviously is much tougher.
You’re absolutely right Bob. With the push-ups, he’s lifting both his weight and her’s combined. With the benchpress, it’s only her weight but his blood flow is upwards with his arms. After a few reps I’d want the blood flow go downward for a little breather, so I’d try to segue her into this eventual position.
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There’d be room perhaps by the exit doors where there is a gap in the seat rows and yes near the restrooms where there’s towelettes n stuff.
Haha. Nice…
During Sturgis in 2015 there was a “Who can do the most pushups” contest. I, being a large rather scary looking muscular guy, naturally volunteered. A scrawny little roller derby chick volunteered too. The host (an absolute beta, what the fuck was he doing in Sturgis, or even South Dakota) gave me the “Well, clearly you do push ups in your sleep, how about we have a fine lady here (points to a stage girl) sit on your back to make it even”. I figure, yeah, ok.
So we commence to doing pushups. With a girl on my back I beat this broad easily, hands down. She “demands” a rematch. Again, she’s a stick figure. So we do a rematch even though I’d beaten her by like a bajillion reps. Ready set go, the first 20 were easy and then suddenly the girl on my back “gains weight”. So to speak. I end up losing by one pushup. The reason? Why Team Woman banded together and I had three girls on my back.
Ok, what the fuck ever. But later at another event at the rally little stick girl comes up with her boyo (who himself, did not belong at Sturgis) and bragged how she “beat me”. Like, for real bragging, like she was actually stronger. I told her that it was clearly set up to have her win and that she didn’t win shit, the staff just cheated on her behalf. She was quite smug and snarky.
So anyway, that’s my experience with pushups with girls on my back. Turns out 3 girls @ 100-125lbs each lowers my pushup count. Whoknew?
Lol. I hope you made wine of it all. I don’t know how I would demand a recount. If there was a pool or water nearby, I’d suggest a hurling contest. Whichever girl can be tossed the farthest into the water gets to produce a chicken dinner for me!
you are only a creeper if you don’t give them the tingles. One man looks wrong out of the side of his eyes and he is a rapist another man shoved a hand in there like he is stuffing a turkey and she will be on her phone the second the plane lands texting “i met the greatest guy” to her ho group.
I’m sure they won’t mind your taking photos of them (not kidding), because the people who do this like to brag about it on Instagram. It’s getting annoying.
4 months isn’t really a feat of living the nomadic lifestyle; it’s more of a holiday. It’s very common with even the most basic 20-something backpackers, especially from Australia and New Zealand.
no kidding. I traveled with some Australians that would spend 2 years in europe. Heck, I spent 8 months with a back pack and I felt ashamed next to them. A few months is nothing- especially if you have something to go home to. When your homeless, then you understand what it takes to be a nomad.
Totally unrelated, but I wanted to post this before tonight’s games started.
Interesting betting action afoot tonight. Here are my picks:
MLB – National League Divisional Playoffs Game 5 (deciding game of series) –
Washington Nationals -130 (I’m wagering $130 for the chance to get back $230).
NFL – San Diego +3.5 on the spread side (I’m wagering $200, plus 10% for the juice, which is $220 total, for the chance to get back $420 total), and San Diego +150 on the Money Line ($100 wagered, no juice on Money Line bets, for the chance to get back $250 total).
See you at the cashier’s window…or in the alley out back, chugging cheap liquor, in the event we lose.
Well, the Dodgers upset my Washington-wins-the-World-Series prediction by holding on for a 4-3 victory against the Nats, but I didn’t bet any actual money on that Series prediction, and San Diego beat Denver tonight in the NFL game, so I finished the night at 3-1 (unit bets), winning $560 on the NFL game while losing $130 on the MLB game. Sure beats a sharp stick in the eye.
Net for evening: 3-1 (units), +$430. Net for 2016, all sports predictions here at ROK: 17-9, 65.39%, +$1730. Net for season football (college and pro): 17-6, 73.91%, +$2060. Net for season Major League Baseball: 0-3, -$330. (Looks like baseball and I are a match made in hell lately…thank god for football, eh.)
Is that first pic of you? If so – I would have thought the nomad lifestyle would have shown you that there are colors other than blue in the world.
About eight years ago I traveled literally around the world with one backpack. About 4 months on the road total. It made life WAY easier. For one thing, no waiting at airport carousels for luggage. Just grab my one bag from overhead or under my seat and I’m off. It was a lot easier on buses and long walks between stops, too. (Having one bag sure helped when I walked from Italy to Slovenia.) Also less likelihood of having something stolen or left behind, and it allows the often important ability to have both hands free when needed.
One set of clothes to wear, one to wash/dry, alternating. Few books, nothing I don’t mind leaving behind at a hostel when finished with it. (Today, of course, I’d be able to go with an eBook, and a few international charging plugs.)
This came after long years of perfecting the art of traveling light.
I lived out of my old SUV for nearly two months before an apartment became available in the oil field town I had moved to during the boom. It was in the summer. Winter would have been unworkable. It cost more than living in an apartment. You can’t refrigerate anything really, so you have to eat out or eat deli and have limited choices. Packing lunch for workdays that were 14 plus hours was a hassle without a kitchen. It was necessary to stay in a motel one to two days a week at a cost of from $60 to $80 a night. Using a shower in the city park required getting up about 4 am and cleaning and disinfecting it first, putting in a new shower curtain, and showering while wearing rubber boots. A ton of time was wasted after early-ending workdays, with nothing to do. There were only a few places in town, outside of in front of someone’s home, that were available for parking in shade. Finding a reasonably safe place to park at night and sleep was difficult, and required waiting until after dark and it began to cool off. Someone actually broke in while I was asleep one night, but apparently got scared off and left before stealing anything. A storage unit was required to keep the things brought to set up an apartment, and allow use of the vehicle to sleep in until an apartment opened up. Tent living would have been better, but nobody I approached and asked wanted to even rent out use of a part of a ranch to camp on, and the average ranch has thousands of acres. In the fall and spring the winds get up to 25 to 35 mph sustained with gusts 40 to 60, so tents would have had to been in a sheltered place anyway. Life was much easier after an apartment opened up, and if one hadn’t, in another month or less I would have had to give it up.