Alex~ 2.0
I’m at the beginning, the middle, and the end.
I’ve been working for RSD for nearly three years now. All around the world.
It is commonly recognized that to reach the apex of your personal growth in this transformations game a period of about four years is required. In four years a guy can squeeze every last drop of transformative juice out of the community. Before you are irreversibly changed for the better.
So I’m about halfway there. Or something like that. For me, I think it will keep going after that, this is what I was meant to do. Since I was ten when I had my heart set on becoming a psychologist. I’m in the middle of one of the most valuable opportunities any 24 year old could possibly dream of. No actually, I could never have dreamt of this life, only someone with a mind like Papa could have dreamt up something like this.
I’m right in the middle of a group of like-minded, hard working, dedicated and seemingly indestructible dudes. There is no more centred and reassuring place to be.
Its is the end.
About five months ago I decided to get out of the game due to almost HALF A DOUZEN life and death situations that found me off guard, all at once. This included funerals, hospital visits and illnesses to ones I loved. It included the disintegration of the groups of people that I called my families.
The groups that I felt I identified with I started with RSD broke apart and broke ties with one another, leaving me standing alone, wiping tears from peoples eyes let right and centre. There were seriously tears everywhere I looked, sometimes I’d look though my own. It was the antithesis of fun.
But that experience grounded.me and helped to me to remember the absurdity of my privilege.
The last emotional thread between me now, and me as a moronic and immature-world-hating fuckwit, was severed. This severance resulted in the most emotional bloodshed of all the events. It was the relationship with the person that I was closest to, and had invested the most love into.
The more I invested myself into the relationship, the more I realised it wasn’t going to ‘be’. I saw it disintegrate in front of me, like so many other things had, but this was the one that hurt the most. I learnt valuable lessons, the kinds of which that can only come from acute emotional experiences.
In the end, there isn’t much waiting for me back ‘home’. What home? The groups of people that I used to belong to have gone, and I grew apart from those most significant to me. In the end I decided the right thing to do was to make the most of my absurd opportunity and cease my efforts to take responsibility or try to fix things when it wasn’t my place to.
Which leaves the beginning.
I’ve been riding the emotional roller coaster for long enough to make me feel sick, vomit and leave an unforgettably bad taste in my mouth. Enough to make me actually stop and THINK…for once.
I can’t think of anyone else in the world in my unique position.
I and I think its despicable that I don’t share my opportunity, what I’ve learned, my goals and what I’ve experienced with the world.
I’m 24 now, I was flown to over 70 cities all over the world in order to pick up girls. Jeez, tough life huh? I have the infrastructure around me to publish a book, or 10 books, if I wanted. All I have to do is write them. And eventually I have the opportunity to release a self help program. My very own self help program focusing on how to pick up girls, form my perspective: RSD2.0, natural, honest and through being yourself.
Articulated in a way that has never been done before.
In this job its easy to just take your paycheck, get drunk, laze around and sleep in. To do your Bootcamps and that be IT. Some people would go to any lengths to have this job. It’s only now that I actually truly APPRECIATE that fact.
I pledge to make the most of it.
Right now I know, of the executive coaches, that most guys have partners, or have already released major self help programs. Some guys just do RSD part time.
I always wanted to be a psychologist, and I always wanted to INFLUENCE people. I have been given that chance, and fully appreciate it after the last four emotional months.
Some people want the profile of ‘PICK UP HERO’, its really not all that awesome, the lifestyle is amazing, but the hero worship isn’t that great – unless you love admiring men asking you whether or not you should wear vertical or horizontal stripes on their shirts to help give them a better aura.
I don’t want hero times, I want influence times. That way the advice given is taken seriously and the adviser can actually instigate change. A more influential source is more readily believed and implemented then a non-influential source, obviously.
Knowing things that can help people but keeping them to yourself is not the right thing. People may or may not want to help themselves, but the right thing to do it make it available.
Even then, there’s about a million self help books out there that crap on about helping thy-self, but just about NONE of them actually work with real live people, in the real world, under real pressure, in every conceivably variable situation. And those who have come close don’t use an academic scientific method in their research and reporting.
As far as I know, I have a unique perspective, and can significantly further the PROFOUND work that those who have gone before me in RSD have published.
“Poor is the student who does not surpass his master[s].”
So, it begins.
Alexander~ is back, with no other purpose in life than to test, prove, print and publish from a new perspective.
Its what I always wanted to do since I was ten. And still love doing it.
Don’t change channels…
Alexander~