Today is harder than most. A huge disappointment at work hit our office like a tidal wave. Yesterday we informed our daughter that she must move out of the house. The torrents of rain exposed that our roof is leaking and now I get to peel back sheetrock all weekend. As I sit here typing this, I should be at the gym lifting.

For the 1st time since I started my RP journey I want to bitch to someone. I want to whine about all of the aforementioned shit stacked on my shoulders. I want.. just for one day.. to say FUCK IT to being the ‘Rock’ and instead curl up on the couch for a marathon of Bruce Lee movies and Doritos.

The reality is that nothing good would come from getting in touch with my manjina. In fact, it would only make matters worse. My problems would still be there, my workout would be shot, and all of the people witnessing my pathetic whining would remember the regression more than the progress. As much as my wife would feign sympathy, it would be an act.

I would like to savior the fake steak dinner and relish the notion that ignorance is bliss, but the Red Pill was swallowed and I cannot reprogram away the knowledge. The truth is that an upbringing of “show your feelings” beta indoctrination was pure bullshit. To plug back in now would be the worse; full knowledge of RP truth but living a BP life.

YES, I know that I can find sympathy in the dictionary between shit and syphilis. Yes, I’m bitching like a little pussy. And YES, I’m heading to the gym now. And YES, I’ll fix my house this weekend with stoic determination.

But DAMN. Every now and again it would be nice to vent to someone face to face.

EDIT - Thanks for the support. After a good workout and night's sleep, I regrouped and got positive again.