RageFuel The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck [Book Review] [Long Post]

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A few years ago I read some post on this Mark Manson guy's blog which was very true and very novel and it stuck with me forever: That humans are emotional beings and if we want to do something "sheer will" and bullshit like that will never cut it. Simply put you have to love something in order to do it otherwise just by forcing yourself your energy will sooner or later wane and you will stop.

It was a very novel idea, given how we are brutally bombarded every day of our life by "just be strong" propaganda.

At the time I knew this guy had also wrote a book called The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck but I never got to read it. But a few days ago a coworker mentioned the book and I thought hell why not maybe give it a try, perhaps this guy has some good points to make in his book.

So I downloaded the book from piratebay and started reading. The first couple chapters were good, what he said made sense and the tone was uplifting and empowering. However a couple more chapters in the book the author started to show his true face.

Like any other self-help author and mental health "professional" he started blaming me for what has happened to me. He started to imply I'm responsible for everything as if I designed my life from scratch after 10 lifetimes of experience in living lives. He insulted me and called me names and treated me like a piece of shit who is to blame for everything that has happened to me. Of course I stopped reading.

This page in particular is where I stopped reading. It's not the page where he says you shouldn't blame others for what happened to you, it's not the page where he says I have "victim mentality" and am a loser. No it's the page where he shows his real true face, that he is just a manipulative Chad, and now after playing girls for pussy, he wants to play miserable people for money (emphasis is mine):

When “real traumatic shit” like this happens in our lives, we begin to unconsciously feel as though we have problems that we’re incapable of ever solving. And this assumed inability to solve our problems causes us to feel miserable and helpless.

But it also causes something else to happen. If we have problems that are unsolvable, our unconscious figures that we’re either uniquely special or uniquely defective in some way. That we’re somehow unlike everyone else and that the rules must be different for us.

Put simply: we become entitled.

The pain from my adolescence led me down a road of entitlement that lasted through much of my early adulthood. [...] my entitlement played out in my relationships, particularly with women. My trauma had revolved around intimacy and acceptance, so I felt a constant need to overcompensate, to prove to myself that I was loved and accepted at all times. And as a result, I soon took to chasing women the same way a cocaine addict takes to a snowman made out of cocaine: I made sweet love to it, and then promptly suffocated myself in it.

I became a player—an immature, selfish, albeit sometimes charming player. And I strung up a long series of superficial and unhealthy relationships for the better part of a decade.

It wasn’t so much the sex I craved, although the sex was fun. It was the validation. I was wanted; I was loved; for the first time since I could remember, I was worthy. My craving for validation quickly fed into a mental habit of self-aggrandizing and overindulgence. I felt entitled to say or do whatever I wanted, to break people’s trust, to ignore people’s feelings, and then justify it later with shitty, half-assed apologies.

While this period certainly had its moments of fun and excitement, and I met some wonderful women, my life was more or less a wreck the whole time. I was often unemployed, living on friends’ couches or with my mom, drinking way more than I should have been, alienating a number of friends—and when I did meet a woman I really liked, my self-absorption quickly torpedoed everything.

So just your typical Chad treating foids like shit, hence attracting them, while being an unemployed drunk living with his mom. Now he has decided to write books and blame people like me to make money. He is someone who has never tried and lived a carefree life full of sex and women, and I am someone who has tried to improve and failed and who is working a shitty job making shit money just because I don't want my parents to be sad and because I want to be a man who doesn't rely on others.

And someone like HIM is blaming people like ME, for saying it's not our fault.

Water post basically, but it's a nice reminder of how sophisticated and comprehensive the victim blaming propaganda works in this world. This is yet another nuke dropped on my plan on fixing my brutalized mind after I went to therapy and the therapist told me what is happening to people of Gaza is their own fault.

 

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hes a faggot