Settle for Mediocrity

Go to gym 5 times a week. Get built. Take roids.
Grow your hair. Spike your hair. Highlight your hair.
Dress like a soap opera artist. Dress like a punk rock bass player.

Read the newspaper. And think that you’re politically articulated.
Watch the Discovery Channel. And think you’re clever.
Read the bible. And think you’re spiritualized.

Be Zen. Everyone’s Zen nowadays. They’ve all read the same email.
Maybe a Power Point file.
Make Power Point files. And distribute them to your friends.
Forward every piece of mindless crap you receive.

Brag. All the funny guys who get the ladies brag.

Listen to rap music. ‘ cos ur wuan of da bros
Listen to Queen. Because you’re sophisticated.
Watch every chick flick that comes out in the movies.
Dream about the Matrix and the Lord of The Rings.

Get a job. Make decent money. Buy a car.
Get a girlfriend. Go out with her on the weekends.
Try to fuck her as often as possible.

Never miss a game of your favorite team.
Help your young brothers with their homework.
Go to college; in hopes of getting a good job and getting rich working for a company… or investing in the stock market.

Have a pet. Name it with three-lettered names, like Ted, Tod, Rod, Dal.
Drink your ass off.
Smoke some cigarettes. Life’s too short to be wasted.

And when you see the crazy man asking for quarters in the corners, help him, to make your karma better.

Congratulations ! You’re now socially viable!

“It’s not about trends, fashions or condom mentalities (use it and throw it away).
It’s not about what you name your dog, its about how you treat it, how you love it, or how you don’t.
It’s not whether you show up at the gym 5 days a week, because I certainly know some that do (including myself) — its about what you do in the gym. You can stand around and socialize with your friends or you can be destroying your body. By that I mean, killing it and resurrecting it.

That lovely quote from the overrated movie Fight Club: ‘Self-Improvement is masturbation. Self destruction is the answer.’  That is, of course, another topic — as the intentions of ‘Tyler Durden’ (Pitt) were not to improve ‘Jack’ (Norton) but to ultimately make him indifferent to everything. Sorry Hollywood, wrong again.

Then I watched the movie “Waking Life” which was rather good. Mental masturbation to the extreme, if you will.  Nothing in that movie was really to pratical. It had some nice insight, and was visually pleasing — but I found myself intellectually unsatisfied. There were no conclusions, no plot, just meanderings.

We are the product of our environments, granted. I am not a human being, to paraphrase one of my favorite comedians, Bill Hicks: “You’re not a person until you’re in my phonebook.”  I am still the product of my parents, a reflection of my upbringing. I am still a growing plant, just as all of my peers are.  I am a branch on a tree, with a few leaves growing but nothing of any significance my own.

Disregard everyone else… They’re only going to stop you from acheiving your goals.
Being better than everyone else is a joke. No one’s better than the community, thats an ignorant western thought.
This post is really just an arrogant person looking down upon common perception.
Do whatever you want to… that is the only answer.
Do whatever pleases you, that is the only path.
Do what makes you happy…
And die.

We all want to die, anyway, so make sure you do it. Life is just a prerequisite to death.
Don’t fail. Pass the test.  Let it be.”

The Man, Part Two

My former post was meant to inspire everyone, in a very easy-to-understand language. I hope you all are all The Men of your places.  Now I’d like to get more technical, and more into the core of what The Man is…

Technically, being The Man, is nothing but an ego-boost, an injection of pure confidence into one’s butt. So that his balls grow bigger and he starts to do the things he always wanted.  I’m not going to get into confidence here, because it’s been widely discussed…let me just say that confidence is the trait of trusting yourself, your guts and your abilities. It’s acting before thinking, knowing that things will turn out well.

I’m personally a person who respects a lot people who make mistakes. I respect the ones who get up, go there and do the things they want/need to.  Sometimes, when we’re too well versed in something, we have a tendency to become “sports commentators”, to spend time watching and judging other people’s game and forgetting our own.  Being The Man, does not give you time for that.  Being The Man, is being more ALPHA, that’s the secret behind it all.

An alpha does not sit around talking about other people’s lives. He MAKES the news.  We, my friends, we don’t have anymore time to waste waiting around, being passive.  You’re determined to die, in any moment, from a huge variety of causes!  A comet may fall over your head!! It sounds stupid but it can!  So, we don’t have the time to be passive, to wait for things to happen.  If we want results, we must get up, and do whatever sh!t it takes to get them.

Back when I was becoming a popular kid, I saw how girls are fucking passive and fucking mediocre.  HS girls in their majority (95%) are dumb, passive and stupid little girls with big breasts. When they sense the smell of a Man, they go crazy.  And the other 5% think that they’re too smart so they want older guys, which are more alpha than the ones of her age.  So, in theory, we’re very alpha… but, are you REALLY alpha?  I’ll make some questions, and then later you can tell me if you’re really alpha…

- When talking to girls, do you make them come over to talk to you? Even if it means the she has to leave her group of friends or whoever she’s talking to?
- When you want to talk to her in private, do you make it clear? Or do you wait for a better opportunity? Do you tell her to dismiss whoever she’s talking to to have a convo with you?
- Do you have the cojones to say out loud: Come over here, I want to talk to you in private, in front of a lot of people?
- What about the cojones to walk in the middle of her group and take her out, even if there’s only women there and other guys are looking at you? Do you fear looking needy to her friends?
- Do you get women to do things for you, to do favors for you? Or you are the one doing the things for her?
- Are you her emotional tampon?
- When she’s acting b!tchy, do you let her get away with it?
- When you don’t like one of her friends, do you tell her?
- Not related to women…when you want to ask a question or to get something done, do you do it yourself, or ask for someone else to ask for the teacher/classmate/friend to do it?
- Do you stand up and take responsibility for the things you do?
- Do you worry about what others think/thought/may think of you?
- Do you have the sensibility to know when “being passive” will get you closer to your desires, thus being the best thing to do?

Now you have enough material to think about it for like, 1 week.  Think about these things and evaluate your attitude!!

We, The Men, are the Alphas of society. We’re the Tyler Durdens, we’re the James Bonds, the Don Juans of every street.
We’re here to take what is ours: the pussy.  Mother Nature, the sweetest of all women, has given us a chance to live, and to live our dreams, achieve our goals and score many pussies. She wants us to be the best we can, and if possible better than that, or else she’ll find a very peculiar way to get us killed.

We’re alive to take everything that’s ours. We’re the rulers of this world, the species on the top of the food chain.  All of the world is ours, and yet some of us is so shy that gets nervous and shaky when asking for some ketchup at McDonald’s.

That is forbidden from this day on. I want everyone to go to class tomorrow, and do something they think it’s cool regardless of someone else’s opinion. I want everyone to walk near a HB, a 9 or a 9.5 , and scream: “Come over here, I want to talk to you in private”, in front of all her friends.  Yeah, and if someone starts laughing or if she does not come, just turn your back and walk away.  You’re the alpha male, you had the cojones to go there and try to kill your prey… if it gets away, then it’s time to go to the next one…no fear, no regret.  The other betas are laughing, but you’re the one who got closer to the meal…you’re the one who had balls to go out and hunt, while they wait for the rest.  You’re not the one who knows all the news, you’re the one who makes the news and you’re the one who doesn’t give a damn about them!

Many times in my HS life, I failed for not being more alpha…for putting popularity first…and that is a sad mistake to be made.  I see the men who get the best girls out there, they’re the ones who are going for the approach while the other “cool guys” are drooling over her ass.

Let’s not be cool.  Fuck being cool!  They only one who can tell if you’re cool or not is yourself !!  Let’s evolve… like Tyler Durden would say…but let’s evolve into better human beings, not depressed, self-destructive persons. I don’t to start a Fight Club.  I want to see everyone riding in Ferraris with 3 HBs in our future DJ meeting in Monaco.

The Men, are the ones who dictate the rules of society, and they’re the ones who care less about society itself.  Live for yourself, and have the sensibility to know when and why and how you’re supposed to “fit” into society so that you can achieve your goals.  Take what you want… if it’s a girl, take her. If she refuses, then leave her alone and go to the next. She’ll think about you, and probably going to regret it.

Don’t take shit from anyone, and don’t be afraid of doing what you want.  And always make sure that you’re prepared for anything that comes along…know how the game works, so you can bend the rules to your profit… and fuck everything else.  Be nice to people, but remember that being nice does not include being a doormat.

And finally, this is a conclusion you have to come by yourself… don’t force yourself into The Men… become The Men.
Remember, Mother Nature loves you. She wants you to survive, and for that you’ve got to work hard. But if you do work hard, she’ll reward you with the sweetest pleasures and gifts ever.  Are you willing to go for this treasure? Are you willing to be Indiana Jones?  Think about it.  Critique me…I know this is going to be too hard for a lot of people…but it’s like The Matrix… once you’ve seen it, it all falls into place.

Face the Fear

New people, and not so new people, are suffering from a problem (and its consequences’) which I like to call lack of internal referential.  Out of insecurity, fear of not being accepted, or fear of failing/losing , people need a coach with a blueprint on their ears all the time.

” Should I blink and breath when I ask her number or just one of the two?  Which one, please?? “

Oh, come on people!! We can do better than that right?  It’s looking like we’re on a fucking Leisure Suit Larry game damn it!  It’s time to grow some balls and make some heavy shit…

I was talking to my best Bud from high school about going back to the past and doing it all again.  If I could, I would do 10 times more sh!t than I’ve done.  We’re so afraid of doing shit, yet after things are through, the shit you’ve done almost doesn’t count… you look back and laugh.  If I didn’t get the LJBF, if I didn’t get scared and chickened out trying to approach girls, I wouldn’t have grown confident and learned the timing and the at-the-moment routines of social life.

Lately, I’ve been doing diplomacy works amongst my male and female friends, and even in my family… and I could only do it because in the past I was the one to have the balls and be the diplomat between two colliding groups in the class (between the class and the teachers, and all that stuff)…

The only way to learn is by doing some real shit! Being made fun at, getting all shy and red, and being ridiculed, ignored, despised, and hated.

Don’t do this because “women like confident men who approach“.  No, they don’t ! You know what this bullshit means? Women would like the men that they want to approach them! Do it for yourself damn it ! When I was a kid I was so shy I couldn’t ask for a ketchup bag at McDonald’s.  Nowadays I play with the counter girls.

And don’t do that shit of “only the pretty girls”.  Shit, the funniest girls are the weird ones, the chubby ones and the smartest ones are the goofy and nerdy ones.  They know that they aren’t “cool”, so even though they have esteem problems, they learn to like themselves a lot and view life from a different optic, (a funnier one, to lighten up the weight of the chains of being “different”(.

So, stop being a pussy, like I am myself sometimes (I don’t like to cold-approach chicks at school), and start to make some mistakes.  Life in the spotlight, isn’t made only of laughter, applause, declarations of love and girls showing their boobs for you.  It’s also made of despise, being ignored, being booed, having people throwing tomatoes at you.  Every night is a different story… and that my friend, that…

That’s what the Blues is about.

Grab Your Fucking Balls!!!

A rush of testosterone … the joy of being alive…

Shit, I’ve been acting like a pussy lately….for the last months…enough with that.  That fucking conditioning traps us in our comfort zones and we think that when opportunities “appear”, we’ll do “well” because after all we’re “DJs” , aren’t we??  Fucking bullshit!!

A DJ is 24/7/365 being tested by the world to see if he’s still up and running.  Don’t FAIL !  For you, because YOU are the one who must be pleased.

Shit, I woke up in this crazy mood today and felt like a man again.  Ran like crazy for a job interview, finally cold-approached the hottie and made some new acquaintances.  Don’t sit on your fucking ass waiting for things to happen… make the opportunities, make the moment.  Wanna talk to girl X, Y , Z ? Use your imagination like a starving wolf to make and take advantage of the right time/opportunities.

Be willing to be embarrassed… fuck if you don’t embarrass yourself you’re never going to get one step closer to your goals.  Don’t give a shit about other guys either…everyone’s a lotta talk and a nada of action, bragging about their past achievements and living off of memories like museums.

Don’t settle for less either…that brings you inconsistency so you fuck yourself up and go 50% on a chick that isn’t that open to you.  Also, learn to approach women and make new friends sober… many times when I was under criticism for not chasing skirt in my idle days I would smile, for when I’ve met 1 woman sober I’m a better man than the ones that can only do it drunk…

There’s no time to waste man… get up right now and do it… play tic tac toe with bus chicks, make new friends at lines and go wild on approaching babes at the clubs… go for the best and your results will be optimized… there’s a common line of thought among loser people that they should go for “easier” chicks, not so pretty, not so hot, not so the ones they really want…

Bring home a girl that makes your old man proud of ya! And your old lady jealous for that sake.  You can’t change the world but you can change yourself, and changing yourself you’ll see the world with other eyes…don’t waste your time anymore.   I wasted precious months of mine… you can look back in my last messages and realize that.

Thank you for your attention.   Now get out and DO IT !

Rabbits and Turtles (Essay on Merit)

Gone are times when a pen and a piece of paper could spark a revolution.

Guess we all had a childhood in here, and we all heard the fable of the rabbit and the turtle.  The rabbit, not the rabbit from the Alice in Wonderland, but the rabbit that runs a lot and races with the turtle.

It’s even embarrassing comparing the rabbit with the turtle. The turtle is slow, easy, chilled down, and knows its limitations.  The rabbit is smart, fast, built, and “speedy”.  The rabbit is a natural. He was born to run.

Now pause the speech for a while. No, I’m not going to use this metaphor to motivate anyone to have the skills of the rabbit, or the persistence of the turtle. No, altough a cool story and a motivational post that would be, I’m not going for that.  I’m talking here as a friend. A friend you’ll never see. But a friend who cares about you. A real friend is the one who tells you the truth. The one who cares about you, your life, your health, your future.

There’s a trend in my life lately of knowing a lot of rabbits. 95% of the people I met this year, and look, I met over a hundred persons this year, are rabbits or wannabe rabbits.  Rabbits don’t give a shit about others. Their sole purpose is getting money, getting lady, having pleasure and getting the things they want done no matter the price or what could happen to the others.  Rabbits don’t worry about karma.  Fuck, rabbits don’t give a shit about spirituality. They go to church to get women, to smoke a joint at night, or to marriage parties where can get drunk for free.

Rabbits care a lot about their presence. They have a vanity and a concern about other people’s opinions, and doing what’s cool at the time, forgetting about their individuality and their honesty that is amazing. LaVey smiles from his grave.  Rabbits like to get drunk, and like to use drugs a lot too. Rabbits start smoking really early, and have a general disregard for people who don’t share their addictions. You’re automatically boring and a loser if you don’t smoke , sniff and get fuck drunk.  Oh wait, at least the turtles serve to drive them home and borrow them money.

Rabbits don’t think long term. They spend all their money, all their energy and all their health on short lasting things, just to “enjoy the moment”. ” You gotta enjoy your life man!” They take Carpe Diem and make it sound like some mother fucking junkie motto.  And they think they can win the race. They’re much better than turtles. “Poor losers. They don’t have fun. They don’t get laid. They don’t feel pleasure. They don’t lead a fucking cool life.”

Then there are the turtles. Oh the turtles! Slowly, but firmly, constantly going for their dreams. Sometimes they get too tired, so they stop and they sleep. Sometimes they fall. They don’t have the strength, or the skills, or the agility to accomplish a lot of things as the rabbits do.   But they know their limits. They know that if they follow their limits, and accept themselves as they are, they’ll eventually reach their goals. For turtles, unlike rabbits, goals aren’t matters of luck and probability. No, for turtles, goals are just a matter of time.

Turtles are humble, simple, “ugly”, and they talk low and slowly… they walk by the sidewalks of the roads that they choose to travel. They don’t lead… most of the times they follow, or do their own things.  Yet, turtles are happy…incredibly happy. They live inside a hard shell with only themselves for years and years, and they’re always comfortable in their hard skin. No winds or even hurricanes can break their hard shell and take the happiness and contentment away from themselves with ease.

When a person arrives at this place, or at various moments of their lives, they have to choose between being a rabbit or a turtle.  Being a rabbit sounds cool doesn’t it? Most people see others getting laid and “having fun”, and think that being rabbits are the way. Is that true happiness?  Being an addict?  When there are no women, no alcohol, no marijuana, no coke, no pills, they can’t fun… they can’t even stay still. They have to complain about every fucking thing, even when things come for them for free… their hearts beat in bursts of joy and discontentment.

Turtles, turtles don’t have all that. They don’t have bursts. They have a small, but steady flame that is always burning inside their heart, no matter the storm that may come.  Turtles don’t throw thrash on the street. Turtles apologise. Turtles do favors to others, and are polites. Turtles know please and thank you.  Rabbits always wanna win. Get things for free. Have others caressing their egos.

I met a lot of rabbits this year. “Naturals”, who got laid more in a year than most of the people I know has ever gotten in their entire lives. Yet, they were always drunk. They were always doped. They always fucked their bodies and gave a shit for anyone that wasn’t them.  Guys that started to go clubbing when they were 12, banged their first chick at 13, started to smoke when they where 14 and can’t leave mary jane since they’re 15. Guys that spend all the money their mothers work hard to get in drugs and beer.

Is that cool? Is that being a winner? Is that being a DJ?  If it is, excuse me ladies and gentlemen, but I’d rather be a loser. Call me an AFC. I’d much rather be a turtle.  Yeah. I’d rather be that nice guy that never gets laid. I’d rather spend the weekend playing poker with my parents and jacking off to porn.

In my reality, in my environment, this is how things are working. There are few “Natural DJs”. There are few men “trying to improve themselves.”  A good job, money, roids, dope, only in order to seek everlasting pleasure, more women and more status. And fuck the poor. Fuck the miserable bastard sleeping under the bridge. Let’s just throw a bottle of vodka at them. Let’s kick the butts of every homeless beggar just to prove ourselves that we’re strong. We’re men.

Gone are the times of the natural DJs. If there ever was such a time. Gone are the times when people cared about the others. I try to stay positive, I try to do my part and my best to bring people to the brighter side of life.  My happiness isn’t based on them, I can live without them, and I’m very good. But I feel bad not doing anything. I feel like it is my duty to make these people abandon their selfish and self-destructive behaviors and lead a human life. But I fail. And I’m despised. “He’s just a loser kid. Leave alone. No one can have fun with him around.”

I’ll be a turtle then. I’ll be a boring fart. A loser, an AFC.  I’m not giving up my health for dangerous and short lasting pleasures. I’m not giving up my ideals for trends. I’m not giving up my dreams for nightmares.  I’m not giving up on MERIT. Cause MERIT, MERIT is what makes us men! MERIT is what built the world we sit upon.  I don’t need crutches to walk. I walk slowly but my hands are free.

I don’t need no solace, I don’t need no chemicals to make me happy. I’m am the master of my own fate.  I don’t need a fucking cigarette to calm me nor a shot of vodka to approach women. I don’t need no drug to bring me inspiration or piece of mind. MY FUCKING CONSCIENCE IS NOT FOR SALE!  My head is mine, my dreams aren’t for trade. And I’m not going to give up everything I fought so hard to achieve, and won’t exchange the dreams I have everyday for cheap pleasures.

I’M NOT GIVING UP ON MERIT! NEVER! AND NEITHER SHOULD YOU!

No, no my friend. Sorry if it pisses you off, but, I’m not grabbing crutches. I’m not conforming. I’m not following the form. And if you think that that’s what I got to do to be a DJ, then sorry. Ban me.

Bring a Smile

I come here in my 444th post to write you something that won’t get you any pussy. No. You’ll never get closer to nailing a certain babe by doing this. Nor with her friends.  In fact, this won’t even get you popularity. It will make you lose your friends. But those who see the greatness of this message, will come here and tell the ignorants what will you win. And it is priceless.

Sometimes, in the highness of your DJ towers, we forget to understand that “regular” people have feelings, and have not the same control over them that we have.  When they’re happy, they have no control over it, and when they’re sad, they get hopelessly desperate, because they can’t control their sadness either.  So, we, “superior” people, who have a more acurate control of our emotions, should help these “normal” people, who aren’t.

But many of us, now I include all of the male gender, are reckless with other people’s feelings.  People hurt each other on purpose, laugh about it and think that it is the most natural thing to do.  Many men believe that making fun of a girl, putting her under  pressure, or saying whatever you want to her, will never hurt them. Or, if she gets hurt, she’s troubled so fuck her.  I don’t think so.

Girls are frail creatures.  Their hearts are made of porcelain.  Even though they always mend, sometimes it takes too long, and some dents will persist for the rest of their lives.  Mostly, their hearts are broken by men, or because of men.
And this is not only us, but their fathers too.  Girls, just like us, suffer from irrational, hard-to-talk-to parents.  Fathers that don’t allow them to have fun, to have a personality, and say whatever they want to them.  You see, it’s very very hard to see ladies who have a completely healthy relationship with their fathers. They come from older generations, who used to put little to no value on women.  Like the cliche of the 50’s, where men would work and be the leaders of the family and the women would be submissive and obey.

Well, these guys carry this mentality in a society of girl power. Girls see in the media the older, independent, beautiful women and feel inferior and unable to compete. This brings them down, and make them feel depressed, sad and lonely.
They lack self-esteem, which may sometimes ending up in a lack of self-respect, so you see all those women degrading theirselves more and more.  And to make matters worse, the men of their age (from 15 to 18) are only interested in sex sex sex. And they don’t want sex. They want to feel safe, protected.  They want a man who gives them the protection, the motivation and the value that her own family doesn’t give her. You see, girls with a good relationship with their families are always smiling and confident.  Very often, they’ll buy into an illusion of safety only to find out later that her bf only want sex or fun. But the thought of being alone is so scary that they hold on tight to them, even know that they’re suffering.

So you see young women unhappy in unhealthy relationships.  Or even worse, young women alone, not being able to find someone who sees what she goes thru and actually gives her a grip.  That’s where you come in.  But first, think a lot and see if your intentions are noble.  See if you really DO NOT WANT ANYTHING IN RETURN.  Because, if you do, you’ll only feed the dynamic of suffering and insecurity.  Without wanting one single thing in return, one small favor, one quarter for gum, bring a smile to a girl.  Make them laugh. Tickle them.  Show them how funny, beautiful, caring and sweet they are.  Let them know, that, even though 95% of all men only make her sad and hurt, you don’t.  You can see through all the shit that she goes through, and you know that she’s a great person.

She may not be beautiful, she may not be the funniest, the most talented, but she surely is special. Every girl is special. They all have some particularity that you’ll never found again in another girl.  It’s hard to explain, but I just love women. In general. I believe that the great majority of them are good people. They may put on some masks put deep down they’re all sweet and caring. It’s in their genes.  When you spot a nice, caring girl, sad, lonely, depressed, sometimes even crying, help her !  Make her understand that she’s a special, important and great person. That she’s valuable and you love her company. That she’s funny, extroverted, easy to talk to. That’s she’s very cute.  She’s the sister you’ve always wanted to have.   Heal her soul with your gifts. Make her laugh, make her feel good.  Tickle her, give her a massage or just lend her your ear for some minutes.  Make a link to her heart, win her trust.  Care, for real, about her. About what she’s going through.

You’re happy, you’re strong. So you must share your happiness and your strength with those who need.  As I said before, this won’t get you laid. Nor get you closer. Not going to get you dates or phone numbers.  But, in the moment that you understand the greatness of this message, you’ll learn what you will win.

Of Swords and Hopes

I’m an optimist. All time.  To many people, I come off as naive.  But my naivete is the opposite of common naivete.
I’m naive because I know how things are: I know how rotten this world can be, but I refuse to give in.   There’s hope for the future. For everyone. All we have to do is to believe. And dream, keep on dreaming with our hearts and our hands.

Everyone has goals. Everyone has problems.  We’re always with our goals in mind, many times as means to forget the problems.  But, why not embrace them? Why not take all the dirt from under the rug, throw away what you don’t need, and look at what’s usable in a different way?

After we become DJs, we often look at our past as a Dark Age of AFCism.  Now that we’re so great, we’re ashamed of our silly mistakes.  But, we exaggerate: you were happy, you didn’t kill yourself back then out of depression. You may have done things that are unacceptable to you now, but you’ve you’ve grown because that, and you can look back proudly and see that what happened was not good or bad, but necessary.

Sometimes, life tries you out, willing to see how tough you really are, DJ boy. And it’s not easy.  I believe that many of you, ever since this spiritual revolution which is the journey to become a DJ, have experienced things never felt before, and have intensified all the previous feelings.  Including sadness.

A DJ is hardly ever sad, or lonely, cause he’s got a lot going on in his life.  But sometimes, cosmic conspirators work to make him sick, give him a hard time with the family, friends, girls and experience periods of bad luck.   And even when the worst is through, sometimes we’re put into holding periods, endlessly shares of time that we seem to get stuck into, with no sight of release no matter how we try.  Sometimes it’s like we’ve lost our touch, or what used to work is not working anymore. Your jokes aren’t funny, your innuendos aren’t natural, your lines aren’t convincing.  And no matter how you pump yourself, read all the motivational post and enjoy all the endorphines you can produce from your hard work, it still doesn’t get any better… for a long time…

In these times, and believe me, I’ve been through them a lot, you’ll find out who you really are…probably, you’re more than you expected to be.  Like making a sword, it’s not just about the fire or the heat and the energy of being surrounded by people and girls; it’s not just about succeeding and getting closer to your goals.  In order to make us unbreakable, we have to be taken from the hottest moment, and be thrown into cold water.  And left there for a while.

At first, a lot of steam will form, naturally. Compare the steam to the feelings of being lost, confused, and unable to do anything to make things become like they were before.  They’re overwhelming because they’re not gradual: they’re abrupt shocks. From hundreds to zero, in seconds.

But the quality of ourselves, will be made due to these shocks.  The sword made from the finest material will resist the shocks, and start to take shape and endurance, and soon the process will be over.  Just like you. If you’ve really tamed your inner demons, took a hold on your fears, you’re going to live through the crisis, and they’ll start to affect you less and less.  Soon, when you least expect it, you won’t have to worry about them anymore… and you’ll be given a golden shine that shows the world that you’re a good, ready man.  Now you can take on the world, without fear of breaking down and giving up. You’re now unbreakable.

If you’re lost, or ever feeling lost, remember that life is putting your raw nature to proof. And if you fail is because you still have a lot to improve.  Take your time to do that. As long as it is necessary.  Have fun, of course, a lot.  But also do this.  Build yourself.  Most of the people put this off for all their lives, and when the crucial battle comes, they all break.
And it’s already to late… they’re too old, too tired or too lazy to mend completely. They go on, but never as strongly as they could have been.

So, if you’re still awake at 3 am, staring out your window and looking for an answer, what to do, what to say, who to trust, hold tight.  A new dawn always comes. The minutes may seem like hours, the hours can seem like days… the days like weeks and so on…but eventually, it will arrive. And you’ll be able to enjoy it better.

If you don’t know where to start, just smile, and try to find random forms of beauty that this world gives to us everyday.  We’re part of a big thing called the world, and, as hard as the times maybe for EVERYONE in this joint, we’re always hanging on, always making it through the cold nights, and always believe that hope never ends.  The children still gloom and play joyfully, and the elders still examine this “new world” with the diginty and wisdom of kings and queens.  People, slowly, but unstoppably, are gradually breaking out of their shells and their fear of being rejected and starting to be warmer to others!

Very often, I see people smiling, laughing, and they’ve just met in a bus.  Young guys are standing up so that the old ladies can sit, and people are helping others carry their bags on the street.  It’s a positive anarchy, which is subversively taking over our society, and if we let our pride and selfishness aside we can finally realize that this is ther only way to become happier and help the world become better.

Work for the universe, and it’ll reward you with what’s best for you!   For too long, I’ve been bitter with life. I thought I was better, but I just saw that I’m different. Everyone’s unique, and by being gentle and polite we’re getting in touch with unique, special individuals, and this enriches our lives.  Don’t lose hope… and most importantly, help spreading hope… when you need it the most, you can be sure you’ll get it.  Life isn’t good or bad, it’s just a reflection of our inner selves.  Change yourself and watch the world follow you.

And remember, the dawn always comes…

I’m Winning

6 A.M. : BBB wakes up, turns the pc and puts on some Santana – I’m Winning.

Yeah folks, another week has gone, and I close to the ending of the classes, signs that I’m winning start to pop up.  And to think that I started this year as a guy hated by 90% of the school,  got into fights almost daily, ignored by girls and felt badly about myself.  But, the DJ Light started shining on this little blues boy.

Now, 7 months later, I see how much I have improved.  How it was worth putting the things I learned in practice.  I’m on the snowball effect.  I got a little happy at first with small things, and now I’m feeling better and better as each day passes…and big things are starting to happen !!

You see, when you become a DJ, you’ll face opressors.

” You’d better get ready to come in contact with the dominant ideology of the non-producer. At least 75% of the people you come in contact with would like to tax you, criticize you, assault you, and envy you because you are, or want to be, a success. – George F. Sterne “

I learned that the moment oppressors step in, you know that you’re becoming a true DJ.  Nobody’s jealous of an AFC. They just too unimportant to be noticed.  Charisma, confidence and happiness are some things that 75% of the people you come in contact with will never really have, will always fake, or will use drugs and gallons of alcohol to try to get.  These are parts of us.  If they came to me in 7 months, they can come to anyone in less time.   All you have to do is try.

A lot of people say things hard, or they can’t make it, even before they try…that’s so wrong !!!

How can we sabotage ourselves this way?  How can we ASSUME something?  The only certainty is that we’re gonna die someday, and knowing that we must take our chances before we do.  The pain of loosing is way softer than the pain of not trying.  When you lose, you know where you went wrong, and where you need to improve.  When you don’t try, you can never know what your flaws are, and never get rid of them !!

You see, 7 months ago I could have assumed that school was over for me: no more girls, no more happiness.  I could have just tolerated these months in my prison until vacations came and I’m be done with it.

It was easy!!  Very easy!!  But you can’t ever win without fighting!!  So I fought!  Hard!!!

I changed my point of view, stopped all the dramas, decided to focus on small things, and fell in love with playing soccer (which I always liked, but never really dove into).  I cut my hair and changed my clothing style.  And I managed to talk with a girl that I once had a Dawson’s Creek-like argument with (out of which she cried a lot and left out very hurt; I lost my chances with her).  It was one of those non-turning back things, but I fought for it and we’re friends again.  Now I use her as social proof, which has gave a lot of status and recognition.

People always see me laughing…when I’m making fun of someone, or something, they line up to hear me talk.

I bring girls to tears, even the older ones who don’t hang around with younger guys.  I’m so funny that whenI get near the girls they already start to smile!!  I’ve anchored my presence to a state of happiness and fun!!

How?  Trying.  Failing.  Making mistakes.  Instead of sitting around and complaining, I did something.  I play the guitar and play soccer, so when there are no girls around I have both to take my time.

I used to fear approaching girls, or shy out sometimes.  Now I strike conversations with total strangers anywhere!!
And it’s hella fun!!  You’d be amazed to see how people are crazy to tell you the funniest stories, or even just why they’re there.  I’m telling those things so that you see that it’s nothing impossible, it’s not even hard!  You gotta try !!

I see some posts where 30 years-old guys say that they’ve decided not to waste their time and to start taking their chances…then I think to myself: ” Man, I’m 17… I”m not taking more chances because I don’t work and can’t drive (in Brazil you have to be 18 to drive). When I get my own money and my car, I’ll have more things to do and people to meet than spare time!!  And that’s great!!!  I’m trying!!

A good friend of mine (he’s 30, a natural DJ) gave me this piece of advice:

” Try man, try harder and harder !  Try 10 ten times to kiss a girl. If you get ten no’s, the eleventh might be a yes!
Two months ago, when you started playing soccer, you couldn’t kick the ball where you wanted. You kicked weak, low balls in the middle of the goal.  Now you kick strong, high and effects balls…in two months!  It seemed impossible didn’t it?  But you tried.  You kept trying!  I saw you by yourself kicking the balls until you finally got it! “

I kinda of overheard his advice, but he’s gone for Japan, and we’re going to be 2 years without seeing each other, so it finally clicked me: dude, he’s gone.  That fast.  My life is going too…the end of the year is closing in…am I going to spend the rest of my life afraid of taking risks??  No Way!!

I wish I had this drive 7 months ago, so I would have changed even more, but now I know that I have no more time, and I have no more excuses to give out.  It’s time to live life, to take chances.  To laugh my ass off, play soccer, mack the girls, talk to strangers, and go for my desires.  Time to fight for my dreams, time to LIVE for my dreams.

I have no more time to spend thinking about why X girl rejected me, or why shouldn’t I approach that smiling babe over there.  I have no more time to worry about what other think about me, or to justify my acts.  Fuck !!  I plan 10% of the time and act 90% !!

I’m trying, learning from experience.  I’m living, getting stories to tell my grandchildren…

How many of you have a Hubcap as a key ring?  How many of you have striked a conversation with an old man who started telling you about the times when meat was nowhere to be found, so people started to kill dogs and cats to eat??
How many of you have heard a girl saying to you: “stop making me laugh, I can’t take it anymore!”?

How did I get these?   Trying.

Tomorrow I’ll have more classes.  What will I do?  Take opportunities.  Take risks.  Talk to girls.  Talk to strangers.  And if don’t get to do any of these, at least I’ll try to!!

You know, you might read this post and say:  “that’s bullshit”, or “that’s so obvious!”  You might disagree with everything I said.  But try!  Try for yourself! It was once impossible for me…like it might be to you…but some things are only possible after you try.

Just for the record, the guy who told me this has laid over 120 women, according to his calculation…and he’s married to one of the prettiest girls I’ve ever seen.  Cuter than TV girls.

Anyways, I hope you get in the spirit!!  Never give up, never stop evolving!  Remember, always with confidence, charisma and happiness.  And try.

Happy

Yes brothers, happiness!!

I’ve got a lot, and I want to share with you… lately I’ve been having a lot of experiences with human beings…interactions that are teaching a lot about human nature… and, after intense reading of the “Wear Sunscreen” poem , I will share some of the things I’ve lived in these last days…

First, and foremost, eat a lot of cereals on a daily basis and drink a lot of fresh water… it will help your overall health and happiness.

In the morning, take a time to stretch, smell the fresh air and watch the sunrise… Feel it’s warm getting to you and the fresh air filling you up with energy… if you can’t understand the beauty of this, then please, do me a favor, stop reading.

Talking about understanding the beauty, understand the beauty of children who play, cry, sing, laugh and scream like crazy…yes, they are crazy…and so were you.  That’s a craziness you don’t suffer, it’s one that you enjoy every minute of it.  When we grow, they teach us to be mature, which means boring, sad, depressed and lonely… don’t let the spark of that craziness ever fade away…

Talk to older people…talk to people who are making things happen in the background and you don’t even think about…this means the bus driver, the doorman, the security guy from your school… they all come from places far away from yours and they all lead lives that you can’t even imagine… and you can learn more about life with them in 30 minutes than in school for 12 years.  They see the youth, and remember of their own youth times; they remember the things they wish they knew, and try to warn us, even knowing that we’ll not understand…

Understand…understand people…understand that some love you but can’t express it in the way you prefer, and also understand that some people will never love you in any conceivable way… just don’t waste your time with those… or waste, but always learn your lesson…

Don’t be afraid of having a heart, of liking people, loving people and being happy and sad and broken.  Just don’t use your heart as a Hate Warehouse… it was made to hold love and happiness… whereas the other feelings get into your blood until you execrate them.

Do something new everyday…even if it’s just taking a different bus, or eating something you never did before… you’re bound to have some nice surprises.

Don’t expect much from people…or even better, don’t expect anything from people.  Just let things flow and be happy with the surprises.  If you honestly talk to people not wanting anything back from them, the whole universe conspires for you…

Have naive, silly and honest fun with people…laugh with them, make them laugh, learn how to make people laugh with the masters; that gives you a serenity and a feeling of fulfillment that is close to a blessing…

Learn to understand and love your family… you’re nothing but the concretion of their love and their dreams…isn’t that a tremendous honor??  This couple spent months, or even years just thinking about you, making sure that everything was perfect for you?? Be grateful and make the happy, by being happy and nice to them…

Be careful with other people’s hearts…they’re worried about letting you come in touch with them, so you must not let them down…respect their hearts and make them feel happier!!

Happiness is a gift that increases when shared…instead of saving it for yourself, share with the others: it is like a fire that will fade quickly if you don’t use it to light as many torches as you can…

Be determined, and live for your dreams… Scream, fight, run…feel the strength of the determination that drives us to succeed in your bones.  Go for that feeling and allow it to help you do your best in sports, in social life and in business life…

Dance, dance and sing a lot.  Don’t be a stupid metalhead, listen to music that make you dance and dance…dance is a gift to the mankind…the gift of letting all the differences apart, and be happy in a delicious activity.  Dancing releases endorphins…dancing makes you happier and healthier…listen to music that makes you want to dance !!

Understand that both passion and hate, lust and boredom, happiness and sadness aren’t lasting… they’ll come and go, in waves…ever growing waves…

But learn that small happiness like dogs or getting the ball for the kids are things that make you feel serene… and serenity is greater than happiness and sadness.  Hunt happiness, but walk always with serenity.  Old people are serene…they know that their time is gone…their lessons were learned…so they find joy in things like sunrises, fresh air, the moon, the stars, couples walking hand-in-hand, kids running around…

Friends… make many friends… make effords to have real friends, and to be a friend…friends will teach you how to be patient…and in exchange for the hard times of learning it, they’ll give you attention…they’ll care for you and make your serenity come back.

Smile, a smile attracts people like a beautiful flower attracts bees…a smile is the voice of the soul.  You can’t fake it, and even if you fake it, it’s better than nothing, ya know??

Look to people… give them attention, they want to be noticed, they do a lot of things thinking more about other people than theirselves…tell them that their hair looks great and their new piercing is awesome.

Listen to people…just as you…sometimes they just want to be understood…they want to share what they’re going through.  Listen without expecting to be listened…one day, when you really really need to be listened, you’ll be…

Hug, hug a lot of people… hug your sister, your brother and all of your friends… a hug makes you feel human… and make other people happy.  Kiss, kiss people in the cheek, when they’re you friends, and when you love them, kiss them in the lips.. show your love without words.

Don’t do things expecting the same in reward…do them, and don’t expect people to do anything for you…because when you really really need… you’ll receive.

Some people exist, some people survive, some live.  And some are remembered forever… they mark the life of the people and the places they pass in a way that everybody smiles when they think of you… and that is priceless… that is why we all live for…

Be like a comet that lights everything on it’s path, then disappear and go light other places.  Like all the comets, someday you’ll comeback, and the beauty of you fire will already be legendary.

Don’t exist, don’t survive, don’t live…make it unforgettable.  Time’s too short not to be made unforgettable.

The Man!

All right ladies and gentlemen, tommorrow’s gonna be a big day !!  The best day of your new life!  Because, Uncle BBB is going to teach you all you wanted to know but were afraid to ask.  Follow my directions and your life will never be the same.

Tomorrow, you’re going to be, The Man.   Yes, The Man. The Ladies Man, The Men’s Man.  Da fucking Man.

Tomorrow, you’re going to wake up a little earlier than you’re used to. Yeah. And you’re going to have yourself a delicious breakfast, with some nice juices, fruits and cereals. No junk/fatty food allowed please.

After that, you’re going to poop! Yeah, poop. You don’t want to go to school all loaded, do ya ?

So, after unloading, take a shower, wash your hair, clean your face with special care.

After that, choose the nicest clothes you can to go to school, without seeing like you’re going to a party. Put on these nice shoes too!  Wear a shirt or T that matches the color of your eyes, if you’re blue/green eyed. It highlights them !  Make sure you’re comfortable with your clothing, then put on your favorite cologne, make your hair look good, brush your teeth and let’s go.

If your parents drive you to school, put on some good music and have a nice conversation with them! Be nice to them, because they love you!  If you go by bus, greet the bus-driver, change a few words with him, and then say good morning to everyone who cares to look at you.  If you know the people, talk to them, be extra funny and extra nice.  When you get to school, you’ll be very pumped up, and with a huge grin on your face.  Now fun starts.

Walk around proudly and confidently, smile, stare the girls into the eyes and say hi, just like if you were a celebrity. Go up to your buds and shake hands with them, get up-to-date with their news.  Dedicate extra-attention to your buds. You’re having a great time, and they’re probably the people you laugh the most with.

This will get you pumped. And girls will notice. They’ll see that today you are The Men’s Man, the guy all the other look up too.  And they’ll feel very attracted by that.

If you see some girl walking around, that one that you’ve always wanted to approach but never had the guts, just go up there and say: “Hi, what’s your name?” or say something like “wow, today is such a beautiful day, isn’t it?”  She won’t give you any bullshit for that. And if she does, just smile and tell that you’ll find someone else who’s in a better mood.  She’ll be pissed.

You’re the Ladies’ Man today. And The Ladies’ Man smiles a lot, laughs a lot, and kinos a LOT. Kino them a lot, be bold, be daring!

Dare!! This is the word of the day. Dare to hug that babe you don’t know so well, dare to hit on the girls who have bfs but pay sooo much attention to you… tell your female friends that they look specially beautiful today, that their smile is so shining, what’s wrong with their toothpaste.  Remember to be cocky and funny, to tease them, and to be bold.  Tell them that they’re gorgeous but that’s not enough for you.

Hug people!  A lot! Hug all your friends, encourage them, inspire them!

Go talk to the people you haven’t talked for days!  Tell them how good is to talk to them! That you should spend more time together!

Meet new people! In the cafeteria, in the supermarket near school, in the bus back home!  Just start out with something like, “wow, the food from that place smells really good!” , and things will flow… if they don’t, well, that’s no big deal!

Go to the bathroom, look at yourself in the mirror, smile and see, that you’re The Man.  Allow yourself to be The Man.
Never be ashamed of being The Man.  Don’t listen much to what others say… focus on you, your buds and your ladies… be busy having fun while others are busy hating you.  Push your own limits, in sports, in exams, in your shyness, in your DJ skills. Try something new today, be it the Gunwitch method or another method of solving equations!

Don’t waste your time talking about politics and war and religion.  When around your buds talk about pussy, sports, parties and good times, and when around girls talk about emotion filled things like parties, rollercoasters ( inside joke), pets and the latest gossip.

Maybe you won’t accomplish much today, but I doubt that at least 5 of all the things I listed you won’t accomplish.  Maybe you’ll accomplish 10 things!! 20, All of them, and others that I wouldn’t even dream of writing about!  Maybe you’ll kiss a girl, maybe you’ll get a phone number, and maybe you might even get laid today!!! Who knows??  Maybe that hard-to-get 9 is justing waiting for you to prove that you’re The Man!!

So, I guess you got the idea!  Be The Man!  Do 3 things tomorrow that your normal self wouldn’t do, things that The Men do all the time.  And you’ll feel so good that you’ll want to be The Man the rest of your life. When you thread the streets, people will look up to you and say: There he goes, he’s The Man.  And they’ll smile, and you’ll smile too, cause everyone loves The Man.  And you ARE the Man!! The Man is sleeping inside you, you just have to slowly wake him up!

So, have a nice week, and Be The Man!