I went back for a visit, and found out that after I left I became social fodder. My old ‘friends’ spent a year playing character assassination games, it’s like they all further bonded by stabbing me in the back, and my exes all became friends.

Most people live under the delusion that the people around them actually give a fuck about them. It’s all an act to keep you providing for them. And when you cut off those provisions, your name is mud.

15 years later, I’ve never been happier and more content in the peace and quiet that comes from living a hermit lifestyle. I’ve earned more money than I can spend, I’ve filled 2 passports, and do whatever the fuck I want when I want. The alternative to this lifestyle is failure, IMO.

The Hermit life in one word – bliss
🙂

Of course only after you´ve finally freed yourself of societies need to manipulate you into a drone via a wimminz cunt.

BTW interesting observation about jocks and girlz.
Is it more of an Anglos-sphere phenomenon?
I really don´t remember this odd Jock phenomenon from my stint in the highest tier(thus longest) German public education system. And I don´t think the French have anything like this either.

My relationships have lasted shorter and shorter the older I get. When I was engaged, the relationship lasted over a year. That was followed by 5 months with a psycho, then 2 months with my latest ex. They all end the same. Over time the wimminz make more attempts to change me and get me to compromise, spend less time with friends and more time with. Its around this time I start feeling suffocated and want nothing more than my freedom back. The only thing keeping me coming back is an occasional sense of loneliness, or maybe a desire to feel validated by someone. The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence. Obe thing is for sure though, I cant seem to live with a woman after about 3 consecutive weeks.

think of it as a journey, not a destination. >;*)