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I remember calculating my “Cost Per Notch” a while ago, trying to inject some business discipline into my sexual conquests. I knew how much I was spending on dating and from that it wasn’t hard to figure out the time as well. Up to somewhat recently I was spending an extraordinary amount of it getting laid (surprise).

When I was a teenager my Mom would come home from a day at work, cook, do the dishes, clean the house, and take out the trash. She’d yell at me and my sister for not helping her out and sometimes beat us with a broom, but we were brats and rarely did help out. I don’t remember ever doing the dishes. Almost weekly I’d hear “I hope you appreciate me one day!” I’d tell my friends that I had a crazy mother. After I left the house she would ask me to do things like help her move or look at her retirement paperwork. I’d groan each time until she stopped asking me for favors. I didn’t want to be bothered.

In South America I was down on chasing stupid hostel girls I didn’t care about, but those girls weren’t that much different from the ones I chased at home. I realized how much time I put into them every week of my adult life for mostly unfulfilling, cheap thrills when I didn’t bother putting 10% of that time into my own mother. She put two decades of her life into me and I was treating her like how a typical American treats their parents. That’s not how things are done in the Middle East damn it.

I’m sure she has sensed the change. I call her more than once a week now and am a little too eager to help her out with her favors. Instead of short visits I stop by for hours and let her talk her head off about whatever is bugging her. If I sense she needs something I get it without her asking. If I can’t make her life a little more comfortable then I’ve failed as a son—and thankfully I’ve come to that realization while she’s still alive! Nothing makes her happier than when I start a sentence with “I don’t know how you…” and then recite all she did to raise her son to the strapping underacheiving gentleman he has become. This weekend I’m escorting her to the Turkish festival. We will drink Turkish coffee, get our fortunes read, run into her chatty Turk friends, and bond.

My 22-year-old sister has an active social life. She goes out at least twice a week and messages her friends throughout the day on her unlimited text plan, but she’ll go weeks without picking up the phone and calling my Dad or her little brothers, let alone visit though she lives twenty minutes away. I hope she doesn’t take as long as I did.

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I am 22 and my brother is 31…he bitches at me often, about not calling my dad, or using my moms “only for emergency” credit card too much….

this post made me feel guilty

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well timed. i’m going to call my mom now.

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Pure guilt trip. But good.

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Always call your MOM at least once a week.

Always.

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Good lad. While yeah, it’s a pity it took you so long to realize it, you did realize it – which is a damn sight better than way too many of us will ever do.

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wtf dude… did some chick say uve have intimacy issues due to relationship with ure mom or something. Or else its a subtle ply to lure a particular female reader of this blog into thinking “this guy is alrite he diggs his mom”

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Word. Honest post, my good man. And one I hope people take to heart.

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Roosh banned me. Didn’t realize I said anything particularly offensive.

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My mom died last year. She was 71, I was 39 at the time. It is a cliche but not a single day goes by that I don’t think of her. The simple concept that we take people for granted is a cliched notion because it is so often true. Be it a parent, sibling, relative or friend, many of us get by on their kindness (and not just the kindness of strangers). They may fade into the scenery of things but they literally provide the support that allows us to be what we are, want to be and might actually one day become. Kudos to you for realizing the important things in life now.

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Forgive me for saying this but…

You have a 22 year old sister and a mother who you love dearly, yet you practice game…

I just don’t get it.

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Good work, Roosh.

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i just lost my dad to a sudden heart attack. he was 71 and i almost called him the night before he died but i didnt. make the effort…put aside your squabbles..

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Something definitely happens when you reach a certain confidence level in your ability to get laid (and when you realize of the chicks you’re chasing aren’t worth your time). Now that you don’t have to worry about it so much, you can focus on things that matter more. Good post.

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“You have a 22 year old sister and a mother who you love dearly, yet you practice game…”

Mothers and sisters that love us understand.

And as Roosh said above, Game done properly does not treat girls disrespectful.

In fact, good Game is the highest form of relations.

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My grandfather past recently which brought the reality of mortality to my conscious. My behavior towards my parents has changed since.

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Me: How come I got banned?
[email protected]: Being a jerk and adding nothing of value to the conversation

Ironic how a liberal who decries our alleged police state is the one banning people from his blog.

Everyone, make sure you aren’t mean to Roosh. It hurts his feelings.

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My English is not so good and my understanding of the word “ironic” may not be accurate but would it not also be ironic that you got banned for being an annoying jerk and then made crybaby post proving that you are an annoying jerk? Comparing Roosh’s operations of his blog to a police state because he is excluding you for being annoying would make you a “Drama Queen” yes? All societies police states or not censor and try to ignore annoying crybaby drama queen jerks (except for Hollywood yes) so perhaps you should stop being an annoying crybaby drama queen jerk and you would not be banned!

Also after reading the Priorities post I saw a strangely similar article on the BBC.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/magazine/7648334.stm

If the universe is telling me to phonecall my mother it is “out of luck” because she is an annoying crybaby drama queen jerk like Michael.

:tard:

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Cute

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Ordinary people are doomed to ordinary lives…