Tokyo Buddies – PART ONE

Finding your mission and my TRP friend, Ryan.

Hello everybody. I have been thinking about writing my stories about my times in Tokyo. It’s been a good ten years since I have started going, and have made very good friends out there, which were the reason I had kept going back. This got me thinking about TRP, and looking back, as blue pilled as I was, there was a lot of red pilled traits that I was strong in that at least was able to keep me on the red side of things. So to start with:

FINDING YOUR MISSION This one is a hard concept for many newbs and hamsters in denial to comprehend. Finding your mission isn’t about going out and being Batman or James Bond and shit. It is about you doing what you want to do in life. In my case, I wanted to travel. I was done with school (which was my mission then), my time in service (my mission then was a real one, lol, Operation Iraqi Freedom with the Marines), and now that I was out in the real world for some time, I wanted to flex some of my freedom muscle. I called my old college roommate and told him I remember all the times he would talk about Japan and Japanse girls so we went. Boom.

My mission wasn’t to go out and meet girls, or save the world, I just wanted to see it. That turned into a good 3 year stretch where I would work, (I was a freelance multimedia artist then, so I could work anywhere) and go to Tokyo three times a year, for a month at a time. My mission was so clear that me saving up and going was built into my life. Everything else at that time revolved around me wanting to travel, and everyday decisions were put into two categories: 1. it’s going to help me see the world 2. It’s not going to help me see the world. Even until now, travel is so important that I don’t even have to think about saving up for it. I will always have the time and money to make that happen.

My mission cost me a 9 year relationship. When I decided I wanted to go to Japan, I was in a relationship that was dwindling down probably but my ex went on a trip with her family for a month, and that was the spark that got me thinking, “why the fuck aren’t I traveling? I said I would do it.” That was the kick in the nuts that I needed but perhaps another few months and that fire would have been out. If you guys are feeling helpless about your life or there is a decision you are not happy about and feel physically ill or disgusted at your life or yourself, that’s not something your supposed to give into and be okay about accepting ”adulthood” or afraid of being a man child. Do what you want to do , don’t live in regret. Even now, it is a constant battle of being honest with yourself. There are many things I am still being a bitch about that I have to get over myself.

Holding on to my mission saved me! To know that some things can be so important, who gives a shit if anybody doesn’t want me to do it. It’s my life, and it’s the ONLY ONE I HAVE.

Unfortunately it took ANOTHER 9 year relationship for me to wake the fuck out of the blue pilled worldview, but I am here now navigation life through a different lens. Okay, now to the nitty gritty of what went down in Tokyo.

CHADS AREN’T WHAT YOU THINK

I never considered myself a piece of shit, and in 2007 I was trim, but not buff by any means. I ran and that’s all I did. The bare minimum. I am now working on my self , eating better and being a bitch about lifting, but this story is all about my two Alpha friends from Tokyo who were TRP 101 staring at me in the face this whole time. Examples of men on their mission, lifting, training, and not letting anything get in the way. I am telling you this because I didn’t connect the dots then, and thought that being an Alpha God was a quality you are born with.

So I met my buddy Ryan (not his real name) winter 2007, Tokyo, Shibuya ward. It was my second time in Tokyo, but my first time by myself, and I don’t know shit. I am just exploring the streets and trying to talk to girls. I am out of a relationship at this point, but blue pilled as fuck. So I am at Hub Bar in Shibuya, night, cold outside so I’m drinking thinking “What the fuck am I doing?”. Strange country, my Japanese wasn’t very good at the time so doubly terrified. I’m drinking and I see this white guy talking to a bunch of Japanese girls. I don’t know why I went up to him but I did, and asked “Do you need some help talking to these girls?”

I clearly knew he didn’t need help, he’s a very good looking guy, always get’s attention, he works out, blonde hair , blue eyes, and about 5 foot 6 six. But he’s talking to these girls, his Japanese is impeccable and over the years it got perfect. He even wrote a movie all in Japanese! Get to that later.

He looks at me, awkward dude, Mexican, I’ve never been okay with my pockmarked face so I feel ugly compared to everybody but looking back, that was all in my head. He’s a nice guy, so he invites me to sit down. He’s still talking to the girls but he gets to introduce a new foreign friend and the girls are very receptive to cute conversation and shit so I’m a lot more comfortable than before and everybody wins. But let me tell you, this guy was in command of 6 girls. He does have a oneitis, and is always getting in trouble for “cheating” and we have had many late night discussions about his situation, and in the end, he likes to fuck a lot of pussy, and he also has a favorite.

Back to 2007: We start talking about stuff and turns out of all the things we don’t have in common, we have one thing in common that is so strong that it evolved into a very strong friendship. We both love making films, short films, working on video projects, etc. That night I met him, he offered me a place to sleep as we were out late and my place was quite far to justify a cab ride.

I remember that night because he had a bike, and he could have said fuck it, I’m going home but he walked to his place and we were just talking, two human beings learning about each other.

He had a small place that he was able to hustle for a good deal, as his Japanese and knowledge of customs and how to deal with people allowed him to find deals or situations that someone else might not feel comfortable doing.

I slept on the floor of what was his living room/kitchen, barely enough room for me to stretch out in either direction. I slept like a baby, feeling safe in my mission. I wanted to see the world and was doing it, and here is a stranger from another side of the world, offering me a place to stay. I am forever indebted to him, so when he told me he was working on a movie, I wanted to help him out as much as I could.

My times in Tokyo can be divided to Crazy nights and filmmaking in the streets of Tokyo. Both fun and good, but the time spent editing, and traveling back and forth, editing footage in the states while he would shoot in Tokyo was all an adventure in itself. Especially as I was this new guy who he brought into his crew from the states, and it was time to ruffle feathers. Japanese people aren’t exactly known for their testosterone, and even I knew that his director wasn’t cutting it. But I wasn’t there to be a dick or anything , but when your new friend is starring in his own film, and he wants to be James Bond, I’m going to make sure it’s done right.

I mention this because here I was, a man on a mission, and I ended up meeting another man on a mission. He wanted to make a movie. He taught English during the day for shit pay, taught lessons on the side to make up for the shit pay, worked out in the gym, had time to train Aikido, ate what he had to eat, lived where he had to live, away from the main expensive areas near the train stations so he had a bike he would take to the train station and park, and he even taught me how to cheat :P the Tokyo subway systems so we could afford to buy a beer at the time.

I was scraping by too. After my time in the Marines, I was starting to freelance and moving out of my parents and building up some rent history finally. But I was also on my mission, and I was working on video and film projects as well. Ryan however took that shit to a whole new level. He is a very arrogant, selfish, hot headed take shit from no one kinda guy, but I am as well, or so I thought. He is vocal, and back then, I thought he was a dick, I thought he didn’t give a shit about no one, but our mutual respect for each removed all the bullshit to the side and not only were we able to be ourselves around each other, we knew who we were dealing and through that the truth came out: He doesn’t need to give a shit about anybody. He needs to give a shit about his mission. He doesn’t need to give a shit about me or my mission either. But if for some reason, you meet another man with a similar mission, life get’s very interesting.

So aside from making movies and him helping me produce some work in Tokyo as well, along with us now having a multimedia company where he finds clients in Tokyo who want a more western appeal for their logos or branding, he would also invite me to train Aikido with him.

We both know I am not into lifting or anything, but here was a grown man, teaching another grown man about a martial art that he has been practicing since he was a kid, but it was also in his new Dojo that he would rent out and give lessons in. This was exciting to witness because my buddy know had a gym, and let me sit in on his classes.

Looking back I was very much in denial, thinking I was special because of who I thought I was, and here is my red pilled buddy gently showing me “ there’s more work to be done”

There is a lot of work I still need to go, but I wanted to share this with you guys because the hate in my heart has gotten less and less and am working forward to looking for the next chapter in my life.

Part 2 will be about my buddy Eric (real name but dead now ☹ ) who I met through Ryan, another example of a man on a mission, and a fellow Marine like me.

Thank you for reading.