Redpillbrigade yesterday asked after some of my past. And wanted me to get into the psychology of how I was so feeble minded. And I'll tell you what, I understand it. But it's still bullshit. Do you think a World Champion boxer looks back at his beginnings and pats himself on the back for how far he's come? Nope. He doesn't, because if he does his next opponent will likely hand him his teeth. Do you really care about the shit that happened yesterday that can't be changed? If so why? So you don't have to deal with what's right in front of you? So you can continue to overcomplicate simple concepts and sabotage yourself so you can continue to ask the world to feel sorry for your failure? Your lack of value in the past has zero to do with the fact that you get it together and fix yourself. No amount of psychoanalysis is going to fix you if you never put together a plan and move forward.

Stop using any kind of language that denotes have no control over your own destiny. Like GOOD LUCK. Are you really such a weak faggot that you believe shit happens on the merit of luck? That some unseen hand will hand you success by mere coincidence? Even the concept of being "lucky" is a perpetual state of victimhood. Even if it's a positive form of victimhood that happens to work out for you if you think you have good luck, it's still a weak limp wristed shitty mindset that robs you of value. Fuck off with your luck. I would rather suffer the most unfortunate circumstances of life rather than endure the mental slavery that a victim mentality brings. Until you realize that the way you speak to yourself and others makes you a slave with no actual control or oversight of your own life, then you will remain a slave. Stop putting the responsibility for your reality on everyone but you. Buck the fuck up and stop thinking in such weak slavish terms. It's why you're so soft. It's why you don't "get it".

You can learn all the basic tricks, you can track her cycle, you can try to negotiate while pretending you're not, but you'll still just be a smart slave. To my wife, I'm immovable, because I'm free. Because I don't care. If she leaves, then whatever. If she takes the kids from me. I can make more. Do I love them and her? Yes. But I'm not their slave. I'm their leader, I'm the patriarch, I'm not locked into the covert contract of shit like "luck" determining how things turn out for myself or them. That's up to me.

Now go take an inventory of all your covert contracts and bullshit including believing in luck and throw that stuff overboard. And captain the ship instead of blaming the waves for causing your failure.