One Piece Of Advice

Due to a glitch in the time-space continuum, Older Roosh happened upon Younger Roosh in a coffee shop. This is the conversation they had.

Younger Roosh: I just came back from Italy and it was amazing!

Older Roosh: Italy. What was the date again?

YR: November 2005.

OR: That’s right. So tell me about your trip. It’s vague in my mind.

YR: I was there for one week and went to Rome, Venice, Bologna, Siena, and Pompeii. I took over 600 photos and saw so many incredible things, but what I liked most of all was the freedom. For that one week I didn’t have to answer to anyone. I set my own schedule and did whatever I wanted.

OR: So the trip was a positive experience?

YR: Definitely! I’m already planning on going to Venezuela next month. I hear the girls in South America are very sexy.

OR: How’s your Spanish?

YR: It’s coming along. I’m studying one hour a day. Do you know Spanish?

OR: Yes, I—or I guess we—become quite competent at it. You will also learn Portuguese, Russian, and Polish.

YR: Wait, what year are you from?

OR: 2012. I’m you in seven years.

YR: There’s nothing about your appearance that suggests something catastrophic happened. So I take it that things worked out. What happens?

OR: In a little less than two years, you will quit your job and never return. You will travel through South America for six months and then live there for a year. Afterwards you will live in Europe for two years. You will write about all your experiences and publish over ten books. Your first one will be called Bang. You will earn a living from this. You will sleep with more girls than you could possibly imagine, in multiple languages, from over twenty countries, including a handful of virgins. You will become respected by your peers and be featured in the media in ten countries.

YR: Holy shit! Dude, are you fucking with me?

OR: No, I am not fucking with you.

YR: Tell me how I can do all of this! I will write it all down.

OR: Don’t be silly, it’s already in you. You will accomplish all of this on your own without having to consciously do a thing.

YR: But there has to be a secret or something. There has to be some advice you can give me.

OR: My reluctance to give you the wisdom I’ve learned in the past seven years will not prevent you from becoming who you will become.

YR: So I just have to keep doing what I’m doing?

OR: Yes. The one week trip you made to Italy has opened your mind to travel. Venezuela will open your mind to foreign languages. You will read many books that influence you further. You will be molded and trained by your experiences to become me, all without deliberate thought on your part.

YR: Well then, this is easy.

OR: In the mental sense, yes. But you will work very hard to get here.

YR: Oh, I don’t mind working.

OR: I know.

YR: Are you sure this is not a trick? Being able to travel the world and not have to work a corporate job are dreams of mine.

OR: This is not a trick. All your dreams will come true, even ones you haven’t yet thought of.

YR: Yes! This is like winning the lottery! God, I can’t wait to be you. I can only imagine how happy you must be right now.

OR: I am no happier than you are.

YR: What?

OR: I have the same happiness level as you have right now.

YR: Bullshit! You said all those good things happened and you’re not happier?

OR: Your environment doesn’t change your borne temperament. It provides little boosts to your happiness level, but it always falls back to where it was at the start. Changing your belief system can definitely affect the thermostat of your temperament, but only by a small amount. Do you still use your lunch break to go to the bookstore?

YR: Yes, I do.

OR: The way you feel at noon tomorrow, reading a book or magazine you plucked from the shelf, with a reluctance to return to work, is exactly how I will feel tomorrow afternoon when I read a book at the coffee shop with a reluctance to write.

YR: But you don’t have to work in the office. You don’t have to follow orders from people.

OR: This is true. Setting my own hours and waking up at noon contents me greatly.

YR: So there you have it. You’re happier than me.

OR: But you have something I don’t.

YR: Well, what is it?

OR: Hope.

YR: Hope? Who cares about hope!

OR: The best way to get through today is having the thought that tomorrow could be better. I no longer have hope because I have achieved my dream life. I’ll wake up tomorrow and know that it’s going to be difficult to achieve more than what I have now, that there is nothing else I want or need or desire. Let me ask you something. During your job, while you’re sorting data in Excel, attending meetings, or inoculating fermentation tanks in the laboratory, what do you think about?

YR: First on the work at hand. I don’t want to make mistakes or else I will get a bad performance review. Then my mind drifts into things I rather be doing, places I rather be in.

OR: And how does it feel to fantasize of those places?

YR: It makes me happy that things will improve. It gives me, as you say, hope.

OR: I’m sure you smile as you think about the many countries you will one day visit. I wish I could smile with such fantasies, but my imagination has not given me new dreams fast enough to replace the ones I’ve completed. While my job is better than yours, you have something I don’t, and this is why our happiness levels are the same.

YR: But you get to write for a living. Over ten books! I can do that forever!

OR: Can you? Releasing a book will soon become like doing yet another experiment in the laboratory. You will hate proofreading and formatting a book like you hate making Excel graphs now. I won’t lie that when you release your first book, you will feel like you climbed Everest. It will truly be one of the happiest moments of your life. The second book will give you a similar feeling. I will release my fourteenth book soon and it’s just an afterthought. It will be mechanical like the job you’re doing right now. There’s no celebration or pride from it.

YR: But I just can’t see that.

OR: Which is why you will write so many books! And why you will sleep with so many women and visit so many countries.

YR: As long as I can sleep with a lot of women, I’ll be fine.

OR: Let me give you a short anecdote. Right now you take a shower every day, but there will be times in South America where a shower is unavailable. You will stink, your hair will be oily, and your skin will feel tacky. Then you will finally have access to a shower, and the moment that that hot water hits your head, you will feel pure bliss. Your eyes will close and you will let the water run down your body for ten minutes before you even want to move. The soap you lather on your skin will almost feel electric. And then you will take a shower the next day but it won’t give you even 1% of that feeling.

YR: So are you telling me that I shouldn’t shower often?

OR: Interpret it as you may.

YR: But wait, if having your own business and determining your own hours isn’t making you happier than me, you MUST be feeling great to bang all those feminine foreign women. I can’t wait to sleep with some Venezuelan girls.

OR: Right now you have no idea how to sleep with a foreign woman. You failed in Italy and you will fail again in Venezuela (sorry). It will take you a couple years of hard work to get good at it, enough to where you can teach other men.

YR: Damn, that sucks. I already worked so hard in America to get where I’m at and now you’re telling me I have to start all over?

OR: Such is life.

YR: I’m going to be unhappy until I figure it out.

OR: Quite the opposite. You will be an eager conqueror, madly slashing through an unknown jungle with a machete, trying to find the gold or silver or indigenous slaves that you think will help create your wealth and harem.

YR: So I will be happiest and most content when I’m struggling?

OR: Without struggle, there is no man.

YR: But how about when getting laid gets easy? That must bring a lot of happiness than having to struggle for women. God, I wish there was a sort of paradise of easy sex.

OR: Let’s think about what sex is. It’s great when you’re doing it, but when it’s over you’re back to where you were with no obvious advancement to your character. It’s entertainment, similar to watching an action movie, a nice distraction to the banality of life, but the time between the sex does more for you than the actual sex. I speak four foreign languages at one level or another because of wanting sex. That sex is long gone, the memories of which are buried deep in my brain, but I still can speak those languages. This applies to other personal qualities as well. I’m sure you notice how my muscles are bigger than yours and how my beard is more properly trimmed.

YR: I don’t know. I find it hard to believe that you don’t care about being able to sleep with so many women.

OR: I get more out of a book.

YR: A book?

OR: Yes. The sex act stops giving me value once my orgasm is complete, but the lessons from a good book will stay with me forever and help me accomplish other goals.

YR: So you’re becoming a monk or something?

OR: The sex urge remains strong, but humans become desensitized to repetition. The amount of work you put to get one sex act today will seem unreasonably laborious in seven years. You will perform elaborate feats of self-deception to keep you active in chasing women, sort of like how an aging football player who can’t give up the game becomes a coach.

YR: What are the acts of deception? Frankly, I don’t believe how I won’t be chasing women until I die. I’m in this for life.

OR: It’s best you discover it on your own.

YR: I see. At first when you told me all the cool things I’d accomplish, I felt great, but now you’re making me nervous.

OR: My apologies.

YR: So you must have other cool hobbies if you’re not chasing tail all the time. What do you fill your days with?

OR: I write, read, study a foreign language, and socialize. Lately I’ve been keen on taking long walks.

YR: You don’t hunt for women?

OR: I still do, but it’s more casual. An approach here or an approach there on girls who catch my eye and don’t immediately remind me of someone I have slept with in the past.

YR: That sounds so… boring. I don’t want to do that.

OR: We are both doing what makes us happy in this present moment, and we both have the same levels of happiness.

YR: I don’t know what to think.

OR: Think nothing. Just listen to the voice inside you. He will push you to do certain things and you will succeed and fail. You will feel pain and you will feel pleasure. You will cease doing certain behaviors and then commence with others. You will live a life to the best of your ability.

YR: Look, at least give me some advice. It doesn’t have to be anything specific. You’re speaking in platitudes that I can’t really apply.

OR: Okay, I can give you one piece of advice.

YR: Go ahead.

OR: Everything good that happens to you is bad, and everything bad that happens to you is good.

YR: Huh?

OR: You don’t have to accept your brain’s first interpretation of the things that happen to you. You can frame them in any way you wish to stay undisturbed by the randomness of life, because if good things make you happy and bad things make you sad, you will forever be a slave to things that you cannot control.

YR: I’m not sure I understand.

OR: One day it will make sense to you, and when it does you will be at peace with yourself, no matter what country you’re in, not matter how many notches you have, and no matter what your income is.

YR: I’ll take your word for it.

OR: Oh and Younger Roosh, one more thing before I leave. Whatever you use for deodorant, dump it in the trash. Use baking soda instead.

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7 years ago

Roosh – buddy – I have to ask: Do you masturbate looking at your own picture? 😉

7 years ago

This reminded me at times of the Socratic Dialogues.

7 years ago

Grasshopper, do not use your mind to seduce women. Use women to seduce your mind.

Starting Young & Aiming High

I think this post is one of those things that you need to allow to percolate in your head for a little while before you can truly understand it.

One thing this post made me realize though is how much sex can be a massive motivator for self improvement and development in so many areas of your life. If it weren’t for game and pussy, Roosh wouldn’t be the wise, independent, multi-lingual author and international man of mystery that he is today.

“You don’t have to accept your brain’s first interpretation of the things that happen to you. You can frame them in any way you wish to stay undisturbed by the randomness of life” – this makes sense to me

“Everything good that happens to you is bad, and everything bad that happens to you is good.” – but this doesn’t

7 years ago

The law of diminishing return is always at work. The road to happiness does not lie in the direction of More.

litte roosh
litte roosh
7 years ago

this gave me goosebumps

7 years ago

“You don’t have to accept your brain’s first interpretation of the things that happen to you. You can frame them in any way you wish to stay undisturbed by the randomness of life, because if good things make you happy and bad things make you sad, you will forever be a slave to things that you cannot control.”

This is golden. Reminds me of this classic Zen parable:

Once upon the time there was an old farmer who had worked his crops for many years. One day his horse ran away. Upon hearing the news, his neighbors came to visit. “Such bad luck,” they said sympathetically.

“Maybe,” the farmer replied.

The next morning the horse returned, bringing with it three other wild horses. “How wonderful,” the neighbors exclaimed.

“Maybe,” replied the old man.

The following day, his son tried to ride one of the untamed horses, was thrown, and broke his leg. The neighbors again came to offer their sympathy on his misfortune.

“Maybe,” answered the farmer.

The day after, military officials came to the village to draft young men into the army. Seeing that the son’s leg was broken, they passed him by. The neighbors congratulated the farmer on how well things had turned out.

“Maybe,” said the farmer.

7 years ago

YR: Holy shit! Dude, are you fucking with me?

OR: No, I am not fucking with you.

Hemingway was never this good.

Dirt Man
7 years ago

Wisdom. Young Roosh, take heed.

7 years ago

“Everything good that happens to you is bad, and everything bad that happens to you is good.”

The meaning _for me_ is: good things happen when everything goes as planned, your interpretation of the “thing” is good. But in reality you learn something when the plan goes wrong, when you have to get out of your comfort zone and experience something new, when your brain tells you something is bad!
Having achieved the dream life, which seems (is) an amazing feat, is in fact the worst thing that could happen, because there are no dreams left to chase.
To sum it up: don’t think having something you don’t have right now can give you happiness. Enjoy the path not the goal.

7 years ago

One of your best post yet. You put into words how I have felt over the past 5 years but didn’t even know it.

Oh Roosh
Oh Roosh
7 years ago

I am so thrilled to hear that you are back where you started. In fact, I can sense some humbleness in your dialogue with your inner self. Reflection of your life. This is good, it shows maturity. You seem to be at a crossroads with yourself.

This could be dangerous for you, or simply boring. Maybe your inner self wishes that he had a son to teach the meaning of life.
Whatever it is that comes next in your life, a little Roosh might put things in perspective.

Red Pill
Red Pill
7 years ago

Cool. But please shower!!!

7 years ago

I understand very well. The shower bit, the work vs play, the happiness inside, blah blah. I think what we’re dealing with is simpler: by default, things get worse. Like entropy. If you stayed put for those 7 years, not going anywhere in life, you wouldn’t be at the same level of a happiness and hope as you were 7 years ago. You’d be slightly less happy, probably miserable. You have to do those things to stay at that “happiness” level, red queen type of deal.

[Roosh: Continual growth is required just to maintain your level.. interesting idea.]

7 years ago

quiet a filisofer you are. inspiring post

Younger Roosh's Massa
Younger Roosh's Massa
7 years ago

Look here you old man, stop giving bad advices to my sla- I mean employee. I am going to contact the SPLC and retort and report you for committing grievous acts of harassment. How dare you. You should be ashamed. Everybody knows work will set you free! Now back to work, boy!

7 years ago

It might mean that it’s time for a new struggle Roosh. You’re getting complacent. If the challenge is gone, either you find another game or you get old.

7 years ago

At different locations in the text u talk about books. I love reading good books and I wonder if u could recommend me some? Are there certain books that have influenced u?

[Roosh:, ]

Starting Young & Aiming High

Another thought. I’d always thought that when I become successful and what not I’d devote my spare time on some humanitarian or political cause to improve the world or so forth.

Maybe that is the final step to reaching self-actualization that a man needs once he’s accomplished what he’s set out to achieve. And by improving the world, I mean something different then teaching guys success with women and fighting feminism.

Doing good for those around you is good for the “soul”.

Just a thought.

7 years ago

Post like this must be updated more frecuently!is fantastic 🙂

Mark Minter
Mark Minter
7 years ago

Here is a little off topic comment, but it is my general commentary that this Roosh has it going on and is the role model of how men should think and act in the coming period.

The New York Times has an article called “New Love- A short shelf life”

So in the article, they state that newlyweds have about 2 year time period where they are happier than the normal level, then it drops back down to normal or below normal levels.

It goes on to talk about some things that have been dealt with in manosphere sites, regular and habitual benefits being received in different pleasure centers than the surprise or random benefit. The tendency of mates to succumb to breeding strategies evolved to prevent incest or in-breeding and so the familiar is less desirable.

Of course it totally avoids any of idea of compromise on the part of the male in killing the alpha attraction that the woman might have had towards him as he fails shit test after shit test.

But the article does say that if a couple holds on 18 OR 20 YEARS UNTIL THE CHILDREN LEAVE THE NEST, then they might, might, rediscover each other in those post children years, and regain something close to the level happiness that had back when they were newlyweds.

HMMM. 18 or 20 years of being with a shrew bitch and you MIGHT be able to rediscover some the happiness you had before, when your love and relationship were new.


There were two comments that I found interesting.

This one I liked and seemed to fall right in line with what we learn on the manosphere.

“After 35 years of a very happy marriage, my husband died. I had been in one other relationship. I was just 18 when Steve and I lived together for a tumultuous but passionate two years. He wouldn’t marry me and so I left him and met my wonderful husband three weeks later. Now Steve is back in my life. He will be thrilled to read this article. To our utter shock, we discovered the passion sat, waiting, snake like, between us and we both find it incredible distracting to feel like this again: obsessive thoughts, wild sex, deep appreciation of the stupidest pop songs. Routine kisses? We can’t wait.”

So her alpha cock, Steve, wouldn’t marry her and she suckered a beta provider into paying her bills. So then after she had worked the poor fucker to death, then Steve, her alpha cock returned and moved into the dead guy’s house and is now fucking the dead guy’s wife, and the wife is thrilled as fuck. Steve doesn’t have to pull the wagon in betadom like the poor dead beta husband, and gets to stay Alpha while she says “Spank me daddy, I was a bad girl for marrying that beta.”

Now, this comment is what you really get when you marry.

“Missing in this discussion is how exhausted women become after giving birth to children. Women, for the most part, are working. Also, women do the lions share of household chores and childrearing duties. At the same time, families are far apart and the support from mothers, sisters, old friends, and mothers in law, are missing. The mother/wife is on her own. She is perpetually exhausted.

Sex is just not on the radar in a state of exhaustion. Warm and loving feelings come when the husband expresses sympathy and concern and, more to the point, shares the burdens of household chores and childcare. In most households, this does not happen. The husband comes home and allows the wife to to it all. Yes, he may empty the garbage or wash the car. But the daily grind belongs to the woman. This kills sex and love and leads to anger and resentment on the part of the woman. This article discusses sharing concerts, experiences, variety etc. etc. but makes no mention of sharing the mundane….. except cooking. Try cooking something interesting with infants and toddlers in your life.”

No matter that statistics show the man works more, commutes longer, helps with the house, watches children, makes more money and spends a small portion of what he makes on himself, and that most married men are supplicant sycophants to their shrew wives, this is the song you hear from women. Waaah Waaah.

She brings this bullshit into your life. She is the one that heaps on the crap, the kids, the housework, the schoolwork and activities, the financial stress, the drudgery, the soul killing routine.

But you’re the fuck, the selfish lazy fuck, who doesn’t deserve sex from that magic vagina of hers because you don’t mop the floor well enough or act as kitchen bitch up to her standards.

OK, so this where I get my ass kicked in comments and Fuck you if you don’t like what I say.

Next that bitch.

Train your thoughts that when you don’t have a bitch in your life, then you DON”T have a BITCH in your life.

And when you do it is on the high end of that happiness scale.

I dare you to cross that 90 day boundary that I get slammed for setting. See how that shit will work out for you. Because when you do, you set yourself up to cross that TWO YEAR boundary and into the land of monotony, boredom, and misery with a SHREW BITCH.

Take a lesson from this guy Roosh. OK, so you can’t chuck it all and travel. But there is some form of his lifestyle, some aspect, that you can fucking incorporate into your life.

Next that bitch, quickly, frequently, without remorse or sadness, with the awareness that, in the end, the statistics show you did the right thing for you.

If you think I am selfish for saying this. Fine. I am. I am selfish for my own personal happiness. I will no longer be a fucking tool for some shrew to use, abuse, and cast aside when my usefulness wanes. I can cook my own food and keep my own house the way I chose. I don’t need a bitch, except for one thing

And that is to fuck.

7 years ago

Men in their 20s and 30s should not be bragging about sex as if it’s some sort of accomplishment. Those who do are complete losers.

That’s the age when you should be having tons of sex. It’s not an accomplishment, it’s just a fact of life.

Especially in our modern, hypersexual, feminist culture where every single woman puts out by the 3rd date. Hell, even dates are barely necessary any more since most girls would rather just “hook up”.

If you’re in your 50s and still banging girls who are under age 30, then that’s an accomplishment. But a 30-year-old Roosh bragging about having a bunch of sex just comes across as weird and creepy.

7 years ago

Great post, Roosh. One of the best to date.

7 years ago

Could anybody dispense some redpill wisdom on the baking soda vs deodorant argument? I’ve heard about it a couple of times but I don’t know too much about it.

Mark Minter
Mark Minter
7 years ago

How about this Roosh? You read Rollo’s blog today about “Men in their garages”. I detect a certain wistfulness, of angst, in some of your recent posts.

Well, try on that cloak of unrequited dreams, of a life of monotony to which you are legally chained as a slave and Persona Non Grata within your own house where you lower than the dog in getting your needs and wants met.

When I close my eyes and I think of high points, it was when I was doing exactly what you are doing, when I walked the streets of Medellin at 3 in morning to find a pack of cigarettes, of taking the taxi driver inside a topless bar with me in Lima, of kissing with a Spanish girl in a bar for hours because the only Spanish I knew at the time was “Te quiero mucho”, of humping my oversized laptop, power strip, Vonage Box, an extension cord, and old princess phone to UniCentro Mall in the south side of Cali because it had free wireless internet so I could make calls, check emails, and take care of some business. It was teaching Oracle in EAFIT university in Colombia because I had guts to push it. It was being crammed into a small bus from Melgar to Carmen de Apricala in Tolima that was full that a teenage boy hung out the front door holding on the rail on the steps up into the push, watching as he delighted in surfing his hand in the wind as the push traveled through the night.

I admit that the exotic nature of it wore off and it became like my day to day life.

But now you’re back here in America.

And which do you prefer for your mundane everyday life?

Your next dream will soon make itself known to you.

I should hope that is that you amplify your writing from a blog and ebooks into a novel or larger piece of non-fiction that would be the equivalent of a 21st century Swann’s Way.

So as you came back to talk to your younger self, your current self in your 30s advising your younger self in your 20s, let me, as someone in their 50s, advise you,

You are nowhere near old, and your youthful strength is still abundant, and when you are in your 40s and into your 50s, you will not feel nor think a damn bit different than you did when you were 20. Your dick will still work quite fine, you will still be able to take down women. The most attractive women I ever had in my life, I had in my 50s. The game will different, it will be more about money, but not as much as you might think, and not if you don’t let it.

Yeah, I am sure the past years have been intense. You have jammed more into them than 99% of men get into a lifetime.

But cream always rises, and as you are walking, the next thing will appear. It might be a windwill, but it just might be greatness.

You have my respect and you certainly have my admiration.