I’m writing this on my 24th birthday. Not that it makes a difference one way or the other, but it gives me a superficial reason to reflect on what has happened during the last few years. The truth is, Return of Kings has saved my life and now I would like to give something back to it. So buckle up, in as few words as possible, I’m going to tell you my story.
It’s 2009 and I’ve just graduated from high school. I wasted no time dumping my current girlfriend for the prospect of greener pussy pastures upon entering university. Like most 19 year olds I had no idea what the fuck was going on. I only went to school because I had absolutely no direction, and hey, my rents were footing the bill so why the fuck not? Well it may come as a shocker to you but school wasn’t exactly my cup of tea. I didn’t learn a thing that year except how to snort lines. I read Neil Strauss’s book The Game and had sex with a grand total of two women (impressive right?). So after bombing two straight semesters it was time to explore other options. I liked money, and I knew of a magical land where I could go get some of my very own.
Enter The Bakken
I’m living proof that all of the horror stories you hear about the oil patch are 100% true. Long driving, hard drinking, bar fighting, and burly-ass men. They have an endearing pet name for the FNGs that come on the rigs: worm. For five months I was a fucking worm. If you don’t have the sack to look your coworkers in the eye to disagree with them, and if they deserve it, punch them in the face. That’s how they will treat you. Like a worm. In those first few months, I undoubtedly improved at my job, but not a scrap of respect was thrown my way. Until one fateful night in the dead of winter.
We were tripping pipe. For one of the first times I was keeping up with my asshole driller who had, just HAD, to prove that he was the fastest driller in the whole patch. His deep-seated insecurities in his own life allowed him to rationalize using an illegal drilling technique that puts undue stress on the cables. I could tell it was coming about two seconds before it did. This allowed me to move my head back about four inches, which probably saved my life.
I don’t wanna get too technical for the guys out there who honestly don’t give a shit about the minute details of the extractive industry. Besides it all went down so fast that nobody can say with 100% certainty what actually happened. Lets just say a cable snapped. Something hit me in the right temple harder than I had ever been hit before in my life. I didn’t go unconscious. I didn’t fall down. I stood there hearing the loudest sound imaginable. WOWOWOWOWOHWOHWOHWOH!!!! My bell had been rung. Hard.
Another hand had also been hit. He was lying prone and not moving. The others ran to pick him up, but I had enough sense, even in my condition to shout “Don’t move him! His neck could be broken.” It turns out when you have blood squirting 2 feet from your forehead and running down your face people tend to listen to you. The paramedics arrived and gave us a by-the-book treatment. They had us taken to a hospital a little over 200 miles away. Long story short; the other guy had a concussion and I was diagnosed with a depressed temporal skull fracture. I now have a 2 inch wide 4 inch long titanium plate in my head, covering a hole the size of a silver dollar.
After a month of recuperation I was back at it. One day I was pulling out sutures, the next I was throwing tongs. My job performance had never been better, but I became pissed. Being pissed was exactly what was needed for me to excel at that dirty job. When someone crossed me, I brought the rage. Pretty soon, nobody was crossing me anymore. I actually started to like my co-workers (all the more easy because the fucker that broke my head had the dignity to fire himself). I started to love digging holes. You form bonds with your crew that are deeper than typical friendships. Its brotherhood.
Things were going my way. I was rich (at least for a 21 year old), strong, and mean as shit. I had 2 weeks and 5 thousand dollars to blow every month. If I wanted it, I bought it. Party. I drank, did drugs, gambled, and got poon. But I never fucked my roommate. No, no, no. This one was special. We’ve all heard the oneitis stories so I’ll just leave you with a fifty foot pedestal and boyfriend goggles. It was all good because I was getting laid elsewhere. But she was always in the back of my mind while I was trudging through slop and reeking of diesel.
The Devaluation Process
Well one day she had had enough of my craziness and moved out. Fine. Whatever. I kept doing my thing, but started slowing down on my consumption. She had the gall to come around and insist that I pay her back rent for the month she decided to hike up her skirt and march away with her nose in the air. I told her she could either kick rocks, or find out what small claims court is really all about. During this slowdown my regular fuck buddy had finally had enough and propositioned me for an exclusive relationship. Considering she was engaged the entire time she was fucking me I said no.
So now I was hoeless. My buddies started growing up and doing their own thing and were busy. My dependency on booze and drugs was starting to show. I entered a dry spell. A really long one. As the months rolled by my relationships started to decay to the point where I moved back to my family ranch. I was seriously depressed and dependent. One day, when I couldn’t stand the thought of another two weeks, I quit. Feeding cows was alright at first, but pretty soon my money ran out. I was more broke than Humpty-Dumpty. I still carried all the addictions that I developed in the past. To make matters worse, I had no ladies. None. I started having dreams about my oneitis and going through my work in a haze constantly rehashing the past.
One fine day a friend invited me camping. I was ready to get fucked up and drink some free shit so I said yes. Well when I arrived there was trouble on sugar mountain. We’ll call her Cali. I had taken Cali home in a drunken stupor last St. Patty’s day, raw dogged her, and blew a load on her stomach. That’s all good, but the problem is she is at least a full 2 points lower than me. Kinda fat. Kinda bitchy. Things started out well until the ole LSD got brought around. Once I was good and tripping balls, the sharks came after me.
LSD makes a mind open to different ways of thinking and takes off the filter in conversation. You say genuine things that you mean. So I said something to my buddy, Jake, that I didn’t consider gay. But he, for some reason, interpreted it as faggoty. He ran off isolating me and had a brief chat with Cali. She came in with an agenda. All her innuendos and retarded logic fell on deaf annoyed ears until she brought up my oneitis. This was the death blow she had been looking for. Attaching such a simple self depreciating idea to one that was so deep within my mind already.
It fucked me up. When I went back to school I couldn’t enjoy all the new freshman beaver running around. I was too busy having nightmares about my oneitis laughing at me. The inner dialogue was relentless.
Other Me: “So why the hell didn’t you ever make a move on her?”
Me: “…”
Other Me: “That’s what I thought… Faggot.”
Me: “Fuck you dude.”
Other Me: “What about your fuck buddy? There was a good girl who genuinely wanted you.”
Me: “I just wasn’t that attracted to her.”
Other Me: “Hahaha! You weren’t attracted to her?! Oh, its starting to make sense now. Maybe you’re gay.”
Me: “BLAHRRRRR! SHUT THE FUCK UP!”
Other Me: “Not until you admit you are a worthless nancy boy!”
All day I was having conversations with myself, degrading myself, wondering incessantly about the nature of men and women. Then one day I saw a total four dudes wandering around campus in skirts dressed like women. It lead me to ask one question.
“What the fuck is going on?”
So I turned to the only one who could give me true unbiased advice on any question I had. The internet. God bless you manosphere. God bless you Rollo. After reading the entirety of Rational Male, things started to make sense. I read manosphere blogs for weeks, leading me to realize that I was suffering from self hate. That’s all it was, and just like that, it was gone. I finally had an answer to all the fucked up questions in my mind.
The 5 Truths That Set Me Free
1. I never made a move on my oneitis because I was following a traditional bullshit script to try and seduce her. Pedestalizing her and paying for all her shit. Acting like a hopeless beta.
2. I never entered into an LTR with my fuckbuddy because she opened her legs for me on the first date and never made me work for it. Not to mention she was a cheater from the word go.
3. Jack wanted to bang Cali. His jealousy fueled his sabotage against me.
4. You aren’t gay, society is gay. Think about how backwards it is to live in a world where the simple denial of “I’m not gay” and incriminating and worthy of scorn. What is everyone’s favorite topic of conversation? When you turn on the idiot box what is one of the first things you see?
5. My happiness used to be based on superficial things like money and substances. I realize now that my worth as a man has very little to do with my bank account or how many shots of Jack Daniels I can drink. Im sober now and building true worth and value by improving myself.
Before you go any further in the game of life, I want you to do something for me. All the helpful advice in the world on game, health, wealth, stature, and style wont be worth a turd flavored lollipop if you can’t say this one simple thing and mean it. Look yourself in the mirror and say,
“I love you. I respect you.”
Good luck.
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Nicely written. Thanks for posting.
For the O&G nerds out there:
The picture at the top of the article is from a tar sand mine (probably Athabasca in Canada, not the Bakken). The Bakken is an oil shale field, which is extracted by hydraulic fracturing.
“He spends his free time . . . burning as much gasoline as humanly possible.
Likes: Copenhagen”
I assume you don’t mean the city.
Only someone that has done acid would know the answer to that.
Put your hands up for Copenhagen. It’s a lovely city.
Afrojack rocks.
Kfg you are truly a King.
Copenhagen is a brand of chewing tobacco (dip)
Yes. That’s what makes the joke.
This story doesn’t have any coherent structure. Who exactly is the fuck buddy and who is the roommate? They just get randomly dropped into the story without any introduction. The roommate seems to be the focus of the story but there is no background information about her.
And, I still can’t figure out where the “red pill” awakening occurred. It sounds like you made a pass at your male friend when you were on LSD, got really mad because some fat girl called you gay, and started reading articles in the manosphere to try to reclaim your masculinity.
Yeah, I really don’t want to hate here but I think there are some points that could had been explained better. I like the story but I think the writting could improve. I still find it very interesting, the dude seems to have had an intense life for someone his age.
I liked the article. Maybe I didnt notice the lack of “coherent structure”. Kinda how my brain works anyway.
Made perfect sense to me, maybe the problem is you.
BTW when are you going to submit an article?
Jesus, I’ve done a lot of acid, but this guy is completely sideways. That story reads like it was told by Captain Beefheart.
Roosh, get these self-parodying chumpy-alpha articles off this otherwise respectable site.
Awaiting a better article
written by the new writer who goes by the handle –
“Jeff”
I have not yet received your submission: http://www.returnofkings.com/25991/a-self-improvement-challenge-for-rok-readers
Like I said. You do better.
To anyone here complaining about the “coherent structure” of the story, I have one suggestion for you: Barnes & Noble (I hear they have a wide variety of novels). The author has given us something better than a story, he has given us evidence of how powerful, and correct, the red pill truth is. His life was in a downwards spiral where he used drugs and booze as a crutch, but worst of all he was buying into all of societies bullshit norms.
For those of you who somehow missed the moral of “the story” I’ll sum it up for you. After no longer being able to buy into societies “double think,” he started following the Manoshphere where in a few short weeks he was able to turn his life around and sober up from years of substance abuse (a feat far too many people are unable to do).
exactly. are we all a bunch of faggy literature students now? the guy put himself out there for our benefit and edification. he deserves our respect and not the reaction of a bunch of fucking hipsters.
/truth
There is a difference between haters, trolls and honest criticism. if anything men should not be so sensitive and listen to their honest critics to improve themselves.
Do you think a novice writer says to his editors “fuck you guys you are just a bunch of haters?” A young athlete to his coach? etc.
Weird blog, brah.
The author’s mind is a train wreck. This article does lack coherent structure. Some of you on this site aren’t just taking a red pill, you’re drinking the red Kool-aid!
“The author’s mind is a train wreck. This article does lack coherent structure.”
A train wreck? Have some mercy to other men, Jim.
This is one of the best articles I have read here and I am happy for this young man that he found the Red Pill.
Im happy the cable didnt kill him when it snapped.
Jim,
the kid is 24. Before you criticise another man? You do better.
I am pretty sick of the hatred perpetrated by men against other men.
If you do not have something good to say about someone? Say nothing. Leave the public criticism of those who would benefit from it to those of us who have the track record to be respected for our criticisms.
No hatred intended, Peter. Only a warning. The disjointed thoughts in this article and the on-the-job accident described just might be connected to the drinking and drug use also described. But, whatever, just party on with reckless abandon dude. I don’t want to be accused of man-on-man hatred.
The kid isnt doing anything I and all my buddies and even the girls did back when I was his age. Took me until I was 37 to clean up my act. Id say the dude has a great head start.
Hi Jim,
thanks for the reply. I am pretty tolerant of the behaviour of men at a young age. I did plenty of silly things between 18 and 22 so I would never criticise a young man in that ball park of age over foolish acts or indiscretions. That is what young men commonly do. Usually they grow out of it.
Those of us who have lived a good life are quite happy to provide young men with advice and guidance. We have earned the right to criticise young men when they deserve it because we do it from a position of love in our hearts for the lads. We wish to see them live the best life they could possibly live.
Sure, a lot of young men do not like being criticised and are so unused to criticism that the feel it “offends” them. This is a big mistake on their part. I love being criticised by those who are my betters. Criticism is an essential part of learning and to be embraced.
Now, if you feel like you have earn the right to criticise young men? Fine. May I suggest you put your credentials on the table for all to see so that the lads know the character of the man who is criticising them.
My credentials are on the table for all to see and are impeccable. I have laboured very hard to present information to young men that will transform the quality of their life over time if used. I have gathered this information at great risk and great cost to myself because I have love in my heart and I care about the younger men coming through. They did nothing wrong to deserve to have their futures betrayed.
Their continual acceptance of their betrayed futures is not covering them in glory. I am saying to the lads that if they want to live a life that they love in a better situation there are some concrete steps they can take in that direction. It would be a great contribution to the lads if more older men reviewed my advice and guidance to the younger men and provided their own opinions as to what I am recommending.
Guys like Bill Greathouse, a man I have great respect for and who is my good friend, has also told the lads that much of what I have published is the Gods own truth and tried very hard to get lads to read my books and listen to what I say. But we are just two men….and the cacophony of noise in the man-o-sphere means the lads are bombarded with a great deal of information and they have little capability to discern from themselves what is true and what is not true. Also, they see one small step forward as progress but can not see the longer road in front of them. A normal situation at that age. I was the same so I can’t criticise them. When I was in my 20s no one had released information like I have released.
Jim, when someone with a vagina is able to see the forest for the trees better than you can, you know you’re a beta phaggot.
Fuck the critics, man. That story was real and raw, and everyone should like a bit of raw. The kid was clearly fucked up, wet behind the ears and dealing with life like blue pill mother fucker getting played by bitches. Then he took the Red Pill and he grew as a person. Keep it up, refine your style over time and best of luck. You are already big into self-improvement, so you should get lots of respect.
How can you tell it was real?
because it fits the pattern of how i and lots of guys behaved when we were young and on the blue pill
I don’t think the criticism is invalid. Grody already has a compelling story. If he listens to the critics he can improve his writing skills and make his story that much more compelling.
Fair point, Ricky. I guess what I meant to say was that the criticisms should not obscure the achievements.
The Bakken is one of the most mentally destructive places on earth. I started my career out of college out there in an office, and I lived in the Airport International Inn the whole time (9 months). Opposed to the author, I had a standard forty hour week schedule. Anytime I was on my way back from vacation I would slip into serious depression as I walked through my gate in airports. People don’t stay out there long so you watch your friends drop the gig and move on, and you are forced to make new friends. There are no available decent women there, and the only thing to do to pass time is to drink (weekdays & weekends). I saved up a ton of salary, and went on a serious spending spree when I got out (which included over $50k of music gear). However, it wasn’t worth it. If I had to go back and do it again, I would have not moved to Williston. I cannot even imagine having a darker period in my life.
Some people are serious pussies whenever they’re not at home. I saw it when I first went overseas. You take them from what they’re used to and give them lemons, and they completely and totally fail to grasp that they can make lemonade.
And then they declare that that’s how EVERYONE should feel while there. “one of the most mentally destructive places on earth” oh give me a break.
Spot on. And this guy evaded the real hardships of the oil patch by working in an office. Sure it can be really miserable out here, but nothing compared to what others went through in the past. People don’t know what real suffering is anymore.
By “this guy” I’m referring to Ddjembe Mutombo BTW
Field work is a different beast. You guys have schedules that make living there a little more tolerable. You are basically on site or sleeping during your two weeks on, and you are out of town during your 1 week off. Just consider how your life would change if you only worked 40 hrs a week and only got 2 vacation weeks a year.
Mr. Know-it-all just stepped in the room. How about you pack you bags for a 9 month stay in a motel or man camp in Williston. Don’t forget to look up the real estate values and flight prices in and out of there.
Throughout m 26 years, I have lived in Austin, Houston, Boston, Syracuse, Indianapolis, Los Angeles, Denver, and Williston. I love my time in all the places that were not Williston. Trust me when I say it isn’t worth the extra dollars.
I’m sorry to hear that. My mental health has been excellent in Williston. Sure there isn’t much entertainment, but its been a great opportunity to catch up on reading and writing. The money and time off I get make travel a possibility, so I get my fill of women by leaving every other month. Through all this I’m saving for the life I want…. It’s been a great opportunity.
Hey, anyone know the exact name of the job this guy did in the article? I’m lookin’ for well paying blue collar work.
Jimmy,
The author worked on a drilling rig, where new ‘hands’ (employees) are typically hired as roughnecks. I’m not too familiar with drilling companies on that side of the border, but a quick google search should get you started. Fracking is another huge industry in the Bakken play, and one I’m more familiar with. There are hundreds (thousands?) of low requirement, high paying jobs in the area that will leave your body and mind drained, but your pockets flush with cash. Big players include Halliburton, Sanjel, and Trican. If you can make it in this environment, 150k isn’t out of the question. Good luck!
Google “Sven’s Bakken Blog” and contact Sven through the comments section on one of the posts. He is a helpful guy and might be able to get you pointed in the right direction.
Top shelf, dude. Most, including me, don;t figure these things out for another decade or so.
Not every player lives in a metropolitan area in the Northeast and has a fancy degree from a liberal arts college. The guy was working a fracking field at the age of 18. Do you really expect him to pound out a Hemmingway novel?
Well, as Hemingway was born in a village in the midwest, never went to college and wrote out of work and war experience as a teenager, that doesn’t seem entirely unreasonable.
Check your lack of privilege. It doesn’t limit you half as much as you seem to think it does.
Well, Hemingway was upper middle class. He grew up in a Chicago suburb, his dad was a doctor, mother a musician, and he spent his 20s living in Paris, hanging out with Gertrude Stein, Ezra Pound, and F. Scott. This was also back in the days when one actually learned things in high school. He was a man’s man, of course, but he was much more. Also, this is a blog.
don’t know why he likes copenhangen though. either he found the non-feminist district where women don’t have the 12 inch cocks that dangle earnestly from the personalities of the other danish chicks, or he is banging all the recent immigrants.
Copenhagan or “Cope” is a brand of chewing tobacco favored by blue collar men.
thank you very much.
Sober now? That’s great man I’m happy for you. Stay clean, and remember, one slip doesn’t mean clean is impossible. Work at it every day. I’ve got mad respect for you, it’s not easy getting clean and figuring life out. Good luck and stay strong!
OT.
All men are bastards…..
http://www.today.com/news/he-wouldnt-give-hero-boy-follows-hunch-save-elderly-woman-2D12018216
Hi Grody,
you are starting to grow up young man. Well done.
Let me share something with you. The single most important thing a man has is his word, in tact.
Integrity = being who you say you are.
Integrity = keeping your word to yourself.
If you have integrity you will be a happy man. I did not realise how slimy I was with my word until I did the Landmark Forum when I was 30.
If you have integrity, you will automatically have self respect. If you do not have integrity you will never have self respect. One of the issues with young men is that they have no integrity. They break their word often, they dis-respect those of us who do have integrity often. This degenerates in to what you experienced. Self hatred.
You have made a good start, but you have a long way to go, as do many of your peers. You young men could learn a lot about being a man from us older men….but….for reasons that elude me, young men do not wish to learn from older men in any significant way.
Sure, you read some things that help you understand your situation a little…and you make some progress and this seems like “enough” to many a young lad.
Well? Looking upon young lads of today from my very privileged position of a life well lived? It strikes me as very strange indeed that young men do not want to extract from all the work I have published the greatest value for themselves.
Strange and very sad because I can see that millions of young men are going to struggle where they could live a life of far greater quality at a far younger age. Knowledge and understanding of what it is to be human is the single most important thing that can affect your quality of life. I know this for a fact. Most men have no idea what it means to be human. They have no idea of what “being” is all about.
One the topic of your working in a rough industry? I worked for a steelworks from 18 to 22. When there were strikes I would go and work on the coke ovens for some extra drinking money. The coke ovens are a very dangerous place to work. Extremely hot. Extremely dirty. It is hard, tough work, especially my job on the lids. You earn your respect in places like that.
Too many young men say “I will only show you respect if you show me respect.” What a load of crap that is. Young men are very well advised to show those of us who have earned their respect the respect we have earned. For if we are not shown the respect we have earned then those who do not show such respect are not worthy of it themselves.
There is so much that young men could learn from my life experience and the life experiences of my peers like Bill Greathouse that it’s not funny. But you won’t. For whatever reason you are not up to learning from those who could provide you the most value for your life.
I proposed the idea of Nite-skool so young men can gather in groups and seek out men who can teach them something that members of the group wish to learn in common. If 20 or 30 young men took a “humility pill” and listened up to men like Bill Greathouse and myself for a bit you would be much better off for the experience. But the will to listen and learn has to come from young men like yourself. And so far I don’t see it. I see much more interest in “how do I get laid” than in “how do I live a life that I love”, “how do I live an extraordinary life”?
I live a life I love. I have lived an extraordinary life. Less than 1% of men are interested in doing the same. The 99% wish to live a mediocre life. What a waste they are making of their lives. A damn shame.
http://www.a-man-zon.com/Categories/Services/MBAServices/NiteSkool.aspx
Great read. Great truth at the end – I wrote down all five points.
Cool story, bro
i’ve been roughnecking two years and can’t figure out what kind of accident happened. the tong cable snapped? your driller put the blocks through the floor? I never worked on a kelly tho… you must have worked for cyclone or can elson or sth… go to pioneer h&p or patterson; way safer companies
I used to work on a Kelly compound converted to topdrive. We still used tongs for the two years I worked there. The driller was using the table to help break the connections. But that’s only half of it. On breakout side they were using an anitquated outlawed cathead. This particular cathead had a guard that has been know to catch the cable when it goes into a catsass (hoop/twist) so the official investigation says that was probably the culprit. Either way both the snub line and the jerk line were snapped. The report says that the iron roughneck (the metal ring that hangs by a bunji to guide the jerkline into the cathead) was what actually broke my skull. But seeing as how it was on the left side of me it doesn’t seem possible to get hit on the right side of the head. A little like the Kennedy assassination. I still think it was the tongs that got me.
Thanks for reading guys. I’m not afraid of a little criticism and I hope to post another article here soon. If my words help just one person then it’s all worth it.
“How Women Are Like Cattle”
That clarifies a little. I don’t know what a cathead is. I don’t know that technology. You old kelly hands are something else. I never worked on a kelly but I have been the only hand on a crew who knew how to throw tongs.
The rig I work on now is 35 years old; an old kelly converted to top drive. There’s ghosts on it but it’s a gettin ‘er old A-frame.
Anyways, cool to see an article by another bakken roughneck… crazy how it’s a profession that’s impossible to describe what you do to people who aren’t in it… totally different
Off topic question, any suggested articles for a 16 year old girl
looking to figure out just exactly how to please the guy she’s with(and I
know a lot of it’s dependent on him). Are there any tips for females on
this site? Or an article or two about what men want in a woman. If you
guys have any advice that would be great. I’m looking to do some self
improvement and better myself. Thanks in advance, my main goal is pretty much pleasing him and making him happy. I appreciate any advice you have, as men, on what men really want. I’ve gotten a lot of things that I’m pretty sure are false, mostly from girls. So i figure, why not ask the men what the men want. They’re less inclined to lie. And in return if you want, I can tell you from my experience what women really want out of men(for say a LTR or even just when it comes to sex). Tip in advance, don’t believe the crap that most girls want to make love, plenty of girls want you to take them rough.
There will be an upcoming article on women role models soon.
Really? Thanks for the heads up, I’ll be checking the site for that. I don’t really have good role models in my life when it comes to women(i.e. my mom acts more like a man and my sister has hit her fiance before). Not really people to look to when it comes to how to act as a woman and since I’m approaching being an adult I want to know to effectively fulfill my role as a female in society. I already know no feminism or acting like a dude. But what else is there that I should avoid doing or participating in. Do you have any ideas so I c n get a head start in self improvement?
http://judgybitch.com/ is a good blog by a women. She has the right ideas. You can start here.
Thank you so much!
Hey Becky, it seems your heart is at the right place, but you are lost a little.
First, chill, do not take things so seriously. We are here to help anyone who seeks it.
I am glad to see that we have a few good girl around here, and their numbers are increasing. (I have seen Laura, and The Woman comes to my mind.)
You are going in the right direction, just take it slow. No rush.
Thank you. I’ve seen many feminist trolls on here and I don’t see why they do it. I’ll try to take things less seriously. Thanks for the advice 🙂
Dude, remember. Solidarity against feeding the trolls is the Primary Objective of the Kings now.
They are baiting us now.
I’m sorry you think I’m a troll but I’m dead serious. I want to please my boyfriend, he’s the most important person in my life. I love, respect him, and care about him and want to pleasing to him and make him happy. I just want a man’s advice on the subject since they’d know more about what a man wants than a female would. Please give me some advice? I just want to make him happy :/
I do not think she is a troll. Also, I have heard this request before, it is legit. As men we should provide the way for the ladies also with some examples.
Yes you guys should because us young ladies get so few good role models and I can’t even find a celebrity one or one in my life. The celebs act like, pardon my French, skanks, and the ones in my life are very rough and tough and I’m pretty sure a guy doesn’t want a girl who acts like a guy.
I used to think she’s a troll, but not any longer.
Thank you John, sorry for getting so mad at you that time. I had just had a bad night and was already pushed too far by that guy treating both me and Apollo like dirt.
Don’t worry.
Thanks. I felt really, really bad about because you so didn’t deserve it. I was being a total b****
Oh, and do you have any advice for me on what I asked? Because I really want to start ASAP on my improvement and bettering myself. Being a man you should know what men want, that’s my theory.
The structure of the story is similar to how life hits you like a thunderstorm.
“I love you. I respect you.”
Yes! How can people respect a man if he can’t respect himself? We all have our own insecurities and demons. To rid yourself of them, look yourself in the mirror everyday and get comfortable knowing that reflection is you. If you don’t like what you see then improve it.
“Believe in the power of one.” -Evan Tanner (R.I.P.)
LSD, and psychedelics in general, are pretty great. If you’re a responsible human being who has the ability to control himself mentally (to some extent) I suggest dabbling.. Although your camping “trip” (pun intended) definitely sounds like a recipe for a bad trip. With psychedelic “tripping” you can either go into heaven or hell and believe me, I’ve experienced the extremes of both. Experiencing the heavenly aspects of psychedelics is one of those things that you shouldn’t live without experiencing. Right up there with sky-diving, traveling, skiing, scuba diving and all the rest.
I’ve worked in the Williston area for two years now, both on a workover rig on rotation, and a 50 hour a week office job.
Two words: Church girls.
Stay out of the sausage-fest dive bars and Heartbreakers/Whispers, and get involved in the church social scene, even peripherally, if you want to meet the quality cuties in the area.
Oh and something I want to say, not only to the author but to everyone, take care of you. Try not to worry too much about other people because if you’re recovering from an addiction you chance a relapse. I saw it happen with my mom when she got too stressed because she didn’t pick the right time to quit drinking or smoking. My tip from me to you, based on my own personal experiences, if you’re about to quit something, pick a say, three-five day period that will have the least stress. I know you can’t account for accidents and stuff, that’s life, but don’t pick a time when bills are due, you have a lot of appointments, or anything else you in particular find stressful. I just wanted to share that so I might be able to help someone with an addiction out there. It might work for you, it might not. But good luck to any one recovering and in general good luck to you.
I graduated from high school in 09 and I’m 22, how are you 24?
I didn’t bother reading all the comments debating whether the post was well-written or not. Just wanted to congratulate Grody and ROK on a honest article about a man learning about himself. Self mastery first requires self knowledge. Good stuff.
I agree. Why they care about how well written it is rather than the message it has to convey. A young man figured life out and got sober. He’s got all my respect. And this lack of care on my part is ironically coming from a teenage, hopefully will be published one day, writer. Of course I’ve got my own kinks to work out in my writing. 🙂 But yes, all the respect should go to this man. I know I said it before but remember Grody, one slip doesn’t mean the end of being clean. It means you’ve got to work harder. Good luck Grody! And thank you MD for posting that because people need to realize the message is more important than the coherantness of it, the message still got through to plenty.
Best ive read on here in awhileeee, thanks man
and fuck everyone, ever read kerouac? i thought this read great
Your story rings very true. Thanks for sharing. It is strange how people react once shit really hits the fan. You never can tell in advance. Glad to see you are getting your poop in a group.
You’re very welcome Grody. It’s stories like yours that keep me writing.
Great article…inspiring.
Got it: Redneck blue-pill beta pussy learns the truth about himself. Good for him. Now shut the f up, get to work, make some real wealth, and quit the writing, you suck at it.
He will take your advice only if you quit working balls in real life while trying to portray an alpha male online
Strong post. Enjoyed. Thank you.