The Perfect Time To Live

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As expected, the code wasn’t working. In an attempt to save money, Jim’s company outsourced much of its programming to India, but what came back was barely functional. Jim’s official title was senior programmer, but at the moment it might as well have been English teacher as he corrected mistakes like “Click here if you are forgetting your password” and “Depress button for continuance.” He was initially worried when his company announced the outsourcing initiative, but as long as the outsourced code kept coming back full of mistakes, his job couldn’t be more secure.

Jim’s life was pleasant on paper. Four years out of college, he had a high-paying job, an environmentally friendly automobile, and a nice apartment he shared with a fastidious gay man in a gentrifying San Francisco neighborhood. His girlfriend could have been hotter (she was a bit on the frumpy side), but at least he was getting action in one of the hardest cities to get laid in America. Jim thanked his light sexual success to cold approaching, of which he had done less than 200 in his life. While he wasn’t exactly a Casanova, he could approach girls in the farmer’s market or coffee shop if he pounded a couple Red Bulls and psyched himself up with some rock music.

Friday night was usually guy’s night out. Jim and a couple buddies would hit a craft brewery to sample the home-grown organic beers made with free trade hops. Conversation would often revolve around video games, work, and women. “It was a lot better in college,” Jim said. “Meeting pretty girls was so effortless, but I didn’t know how to take advantage of the situation.”

“Hindsight is 20/20,” his friend Zack replied. “It’s easy to look back and see missed opportunities.”

“How about the app craze that started just after college? If we had made just a simple game or messaging app, we’d be rich. It’s so easy to miss trends that we end up using every day after it becomes popular.”

“Maybe ideas are like air,” Zack mused as the inebriation kicked in. “It’s all around you, but you can’t touch them or see them.”

“And in spite of that,” their third friend Alexander said, “there is a future trend that will come. It will be logical, useful, and obvious, but someone else will get filthy rich off of it.”

The group started brainstorming ideas. Sex bots. Flying cars. Eternal life. Nuclear powered smartphones. They were failing to step out of the cliché futuristic box.

“This is hard,” Jim said before taking a chug of his maple pumpkin beer. “I just wish I knew in the past what I know now. My life would be so much better.” He looked at his phone and saw a text from his girlfriend hinting that she wanted sex.

Monday came and Jim was back at work fixing bad Indian code. A couple hours after his lunch break, Jim started to feel a dip in his energy. He went to the break room to get a cup of coffee and saw an old man with a braided beard standing in the corner, wearing fluffy pants that went to his shins and a vest that seemed to be composed of fur from foxes of slightly different colors. He stared intently at Jim.

“Umm, are you supposed to be here?” Jim asked nervously.

“Yes I am, Jim.”

“How do you know my name?”

“I have come a long way to help you. A power much higher than myself has decided to aid you on your quest for happiness and truth. My name is Stig Greybeard.”

“Funny prank,” Jim chuckled. “Did Charlene put you up to this? The costume and act is very good. This is one of those Youtube things, isn’t it?” Jim looked closely at Stig and noticed that the fluid in the blue portion of his eyes seemed to be moving.

“Jim, pretend that I have the power to take you back to a more innocent time, a time where you can apply the strength of your knowledge to be the best man you can be. What would you think of that?”

“Assuming you could do this, which you can’t, I would be interested. I was just talking about this with my friends the other day.”

“Grab your cup of coffee and place it in front of me.” Jim did as commanded. “Now look at the coffee.” The liquid started to spin on its own.

“Nice trick,” Jim said, “but I don’t understand the point of this.”

“Keep looking.” The speed gradually increased until the liquid was spinning so fast that Jim could see the bottom of the cup.

“Now look close!” Stig yelled. Jim leaned over the cup, and before everything went black, he had the feeling that he was melting.

Jim found himself in a wooded area. He must’ve been placed there by the old man after he fainted as part of the elaborate joke. “Mr. Greybeard, are you here? This isn’t funny anymore, I need to get back to work.” There was no reply. His pockets were empty. “Great, robbed by an old man,” Jim said to himself.

He walked out of the woods and into a public park, one that he felt he had been in before. He immediately knew something was wrong by the way people looked. Men wore suits and hats while women had normal-colored hair with not a single tattoo visible. He walked up to a man and asked, “Excuse me, I just got robbed by an old man. Can I use your phone real quick to call a friend?”

“My phone? My phone is inside my home.”

“I mean your cell phone.”

“Cell phone? I haven’t the faintest idea what that is. Young man I don’t have time for this jibber jabber.” He stormed off. Jim asked another man but received a similar response.

“These men should know what a cell phone is,” Jim thought. He went up to a third man and asked, “Sir, do you know where I can buy a cell phone?”

“I don’t know what this ‘cell’ is.”

“Do you know what the internet is?”

“The what?”

“Okay, where is the nearest convenience store?” Another blank stare. “Where can I buy a newspaper?” The man steered him to the edge of the park where he found a general store. He made a beeline for their newspaper rack and grabbed a copy of the San Francisco Chronicle. The date read January 27, 1955. Jim instantly remembered the conversation he had at the craft brewery. A godly being must have been listening, sending him 60 years back in time.

If you send most people back in time, it would be safe to assume that they’d experience a panic attack of sorts, but Jim took it well, maybe because there wasn’t much to leave. His girlfriend was replaceable, his job brought him no deep satisfaction in life, his friends were mere social ornaments to hang out with no more than once a week, and he only saw his family over Thanksgiving and Christmas. During the long walk through old San Francisco, much less populated than in modern times, Jim admired the rawness of what he was seeing.

The people were simple, polite, and studious, not easily distracted on their path from point A to B. They all looked and dressed the same, a homogeneity that Jim found weird in a place that prided itself in modern times for being progressive and alternative. The streets were quiet even though there were children everywhere with their parents, and the consumer economy was seemingly primitive, without many boutiques and restaurant options. The lack of even basic technology made Jim feel like he was walking through a living museum, but it was functional and people were going about their day normally, without a clue of massive changes their society would be forced through within only two generations.

For a minute, Jim felt doubt. Would it be fair to apply his 2015 knowledge here? Probably not, but this was the opportunity of a lifetime. He could be a king of these times instead of merely a computer wage slave of his.

The most urgent problem was that he had no money. He tried begging first. He stood outside a grocery store with his hands out but earned only 3 cents before the owner threatened him with a broom. He walked around hungry until he found a church with a friendly nun who steered him to a nearby mission. Free meals were given out and he could even lodge in a dormitory cot for the night.

Jim’s attire of jeans and t-shirt didn’t draw as much attention as he thought, and so he remained invisible to the other homeless, mostly World War 2 veterans full of battle tales. Jim found their stories fascinating, but he was becoming worried about what he was going to do to survive without modern conveniences like internet and Starbucks.

The next morning he told the mission workers that he was able-bodied and willing to work. They sent him to a moving company, a relatively new business idea of the time with surburbia still in its early stages of development. After three days of back-breaking labor, Jim saw some inefficiencies in the business and went to the foreman to share his thoughts. “I noticed some ways we can optimize the workflow. First, we can…”

He was interrupted by the foreman. “Optimize? Look jack, all you gotta do is put things in the truck and then take them out of the truck. That’s your only job.”

The foreman, an immigrant from Ireland, didn’t want to hear about his strategy. So Jim worked silently to earn $1 a day, a lower class wage. After three weeks of this was he able to rent a basement room in an undesirable part of town that was actually safer than the area he lived in during modern times.

He found it harder than he thought to take advantage of the situation. His skills as a programmer weren’t yet in use with the computer punchcard systems that were only beginning to become available. He looked at the want ads, but most high-paying jobs were in engineering. He could engineer code, not appliances or infrastructure. There were plenty of marketing and accounting jobs but he knew nothing of those fields. And while he was an early adopter of many electronic devices, like the smartphone and tablet, he hadn’t the slightest clue how they were built. He didn’t even know how a computer chip worked.

Slightly discouraged, he came up with an idea: buy shares of companies that would perform well. There were two problems with that. First, he didn’t make enough money to buy shares since food was an exorbitantly high percentage of his income. Second, he didn’t know the names of the companies that would do well on a short timeline. If he bought and held for 20 years, he’d surely do well, but overnight riches were another story.

At the moving company, he developed rapport with his co-worker Frank, an 18-year-old who just graduated from high school. Frank loved the work and was proud to be making his first wages that didn’t involve being stuck in a factory. On their daily lunches, Jim would conceal the fact that he was from the future, mainly because he didn’t want anyone to think he was crazy.

“What’s the best way to meet girls?” Jim asked one day.

“Church. There’s some nice girls there.”

“But doesn’t it take a while to make whoopy with them?” Jim adopted the vernacular of the day.

“Boy it sure does! Many of these girls are waiting for marriage before they do any love making with you. But you can sneak in a nice kiss every now and then.”

“Are their easier girls?”

“You mean fast girls? Yeah sure, you can find them at the ballroom wearing a lot of makeup, but they like real good dancers. You can Lindy Hop, right?”

“No, I never learned.”

“Well…” Frank leaned in. “You can always buy a girl for the night. I know a place.”

Jim resisted the suggestion. He wanted to try his modern game first by approaching during the day. Unfortunately, he encountered several problems, the most severe of which was that girls weren’t that pretty. They were plain and pale, wearing no makeup, with frizzy hair that made them look like housewives. It didn’t help that their frocks hid their slender bodies, leaving too much to the imagination.

Another problem was that the best-looking girls were never unchaperoned. It seemed that walking alone was taboo except for the older women who were running household chores. There was no reason for a pretty girl to be out alone, and the isolated girls he did end up finding were scared as hell to talk to him, even when he went as indirectly as possible by asking where a pet shop was located. They would avert eye contact and say as few words as possible. The young girls simply weren’t used to being approached by strange men.

He told Frank of his game failures. “You actually went up to girls you didn’t know on the street?” Frank asked.

“Yes, I asked them for a pet shop.”

“You’re a crazy fella, Jim. I just don’t see that working at all. You have to meet girls through church or dancing. Or maybe your family knows another family that has a nice girl you can court.”

“My family lives far away. They live in… Maine.”

“That’s too bad Jim.”

“But you said there was a brothel?”

They visited the clandestine brothel together, a little house in one of the new suburban developments. When Jim caught sight of the two girls working, he was ready to turn back. They were in their late 30’s with crow’s feet and pear body shapes. Not wanting to disappoint Frank, who didn’t seem to mind the low quality of the women, he had mechanical sex with one of the prostitutes while trying to pretend he was doing it with his girlfriend. The whore didn’t make a sound. The worst drunken sex he ever had was better than what he just paid two days wages for.

There were other problems. He couldn’t find decent restaurants to grab fast meals, so a large part of his day was spent preparing his own food on a primitive stove. He had to do his laundry by hand. He couldn’t find suitable eye drops for his dry eye condition. When he needed information or help, he had to find someone who knew the answer instead of looking it up on the internet, which could take days instead of seconds. Books were terribly old and written in a more obtuse language. He kept getting gastrointestinal diseases. Medical care was lacking. The only bright side is that he eventually won the favor of a beautiful girl he met while being a wallflower at a dance, but in spite of going on seven dates with her in the park (she absolutely refused to visit his apartment), she wouldn’t let him kiss her with an open mouth.

After six months of living in the past, with no hope of getting rich, sleeping with a ton of girls, or being a star of some sort, Jim had a meltdown in his tiny apartment, crying for three days. He would do anything to go back to the future.

In the middle of one of his self-pitying stares at the brick wall, there was a knock on the door. He opened it to find Stig Greybeard staring at him with a slight look of disappointment.

“You! You did this to me!” Jim shouted.

“I did. I gave you what you wished for.” Greybeard welcomed himself into the apartment and took a look around.

“I was wrong. I thought things would be better at an earlier time, but it’s just too hard.”

“Maybe you are right. Maybe you are not meant for this era.” Greybeard stroked his beard as he perused Jim’s book collection, which was now full of classical titles from Europe.

“Everything that made me successful in my time is useless here. I’d have to start all over, learn completely new skills, learn new ways to socialize, to dance, to live.”

“So you don’t want to live here anymore?”

“No, please, send me back. I beg you!”

“You seem to have lost some weight. Your body appears more athletic.”

“The moving job takes a lot of work, so I did shed some pounds.”

“And you learned how to cook?”

“I had no choice. There’s no Panera or In-N-Out here.”

“And you have a friend. You talk to him for hours every day.”

“There’s nothing else to do for entertainment, so we just shoot the shit about everything.”

“Wouldn’t you say those are benefits?” Greybeard asked, raising one eyebrow.

“Yes, but look at where I live. I’m poor.”

“What new business ideas have you tried?”

Jim stayed silent.

“And your new girlfriend? She’s beginning to love you, I can see.”

“Yes but still no sex. I would have to marry her for that. I’d have to be a family man.”

“Did you learn to Lindy Hop? In this time, you really need to dance if you want to meet the easier girls.”

“Thanks for all the advice, but can you please send me back. Please!” Jim assumed a pathetic stance by clasping his hands together, ready to get on his knees.

“Are you sure you want to go back?”

“Yes!”

Greybeard sighed. “Open that book on the table to any page.” Jim did so. “Now stare deeply at the page and watch as the words get bigger and bigger.”

The words enveloped Jim and everything went to black. When Jim woke up, he was back in the break room of his office. He instinctively touched his face, wondering if the slight physical aging he went through still remained. He looked down at his clothes but couldn’t remember if it was what he was wearing when he first met Greybeard.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his smartphone. It displayed the same date as when he left. There was a new text from his girlfriend. It read, “We need to talk.” She was on birth control so it couldn’t have been pregnancy. Was she breaking up with him? He began walking out of the break room when one of his fellow employees popped in. “Did you hear? Our company got bought out by an Indian firm. The layoff meeting starts in five minutes. We’re fucked.”

He turned around, half-hoping to see Greybeard, half-wondering if he should go back, but Greybeard was not there.

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This is quite Twilight Zone-esque ala Rod Serling. I like it. Does it end there or will it continue?

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We have to assume that Greybeard is a busy man with many souls to save. Jim had his opportunity.

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You show that both time periods have their advantages; but suggest the 1950’s are better the the high-tech medieval twilight that we are approaching. I’m inclined to agree.

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holy fk, Jim sounds a lot like me. I guess this is supposed to be our wakeup call to be more self-sufficient and approach-aggressive.

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Your fictional pieces are really fun to read. Some of the only fiction I indulge in

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Many men on this site say that. Why is that?

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Most modern fiction is either by women for women or by beta males for women.

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I’m not talking about modern fiction per se. What about the classics and books like Tropic of Cancer?

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Most American young men have not been exposed to fiction classics like they once were in public high school.

The fact any of them enjoy reading fiction at all is encouraging; one hopes they discover the classics in the process of their awakening, perhaps with something akin to another Roosh inspired Big Book Challenge.

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What we say about the classics is…

tl;dr

unfortunately

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I couldn’t agree more. Fiction is crap but Toosh has good writing in that genre- his sit and sarcasm shine through in all of them as he paints the beta schlub, blue pill matrix drone clowns, and the gold digging cheesy carousel riding hoes well. Roosh that’s spot on most fiction is for cuntish egotistical Anglosohere clown women and blue pill supplicating to the silly hoes manginas.

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A play on the always troublesome “grass is greener” train of thought…I love it.

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The “manosphere” and “red pill” stuff wasn’t needed back then because times were good, women were good, life was good.

You current day guys are missing out. You don’t need internet and smart phones, all you need to do is… c’mon and do the twist!

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Roosh, nicely done, a good read and approach to responding to those of us who think daily life sucks!

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You bring it together at the end like Mr. Miyagi–wax on, wax off. Nice work.

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Interesting short story. Time travel stories usually lead to some sort of paradoxical situation, which is why I have a love/hate feeling about those types of stories. The ending sort of threw me off.

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American society: “You don’t know what you got, ’til it’s gone.”

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Man oh man, I’m reading all these stories about the life of a male in North America like horror ones!
I wish every North American male could get a chance to experience life overseas in place like Eastern Europe. The difference is enormous, like night and day!

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Drop us a description-
From A-Z the food, traffic, cold approaches, weather, etc. man. Lets us know what a day is like in detail.

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1. Food is very similar to what we are used to have in North America. Something is cheaper, something is more expensive, but the quality is OK in general, no complaints.
2. Traffic is easy compared to bigger American/Canadian cities. It may occasionally get jammed but not Toronto or LA-jammed. I usually get around by car, but it’s very possible to do so by public transportation for a fraction of an American price. An average bus ride in Odessa would cost you about 20 cents. In Kiev about 25 cents.
3. I do not do any cold approaches since I’m a married man, but you are not, then just smile and say HI to any girl you like on the street and in 80% of cases she’ll smile back and will be sitting with you in a local café in a matter of minutes. But you have to be polite, smiling and well taken care of!
4. Cold and a lot of snow here right now, but warming is in the forecast and it’ll most likely stay warm all the way from now on.

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What do basic used cars go for over there? How much is auto insurance? What do you do for health insurance/coverage if you’re not a National and if you do need major surgery and are a National-what do you do? How much are basic bachelor flats (local price not gringo price) to both buy and rent?
Is seafood available at the stores (salmon, tuna, etc)? What about good chicken breasts, steaks, pork, protein bars and powders etc? I like to lift heavy so I need a lot of protein do you have awesome gyms like we do in America- tons of free weights, elliptical trainers, indoor heated pools, steam room, sauna, martial art and dance classes, etc. all in one gym?

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1. Used cars… Man, they are expensive… You can get a decent car for the price ranged from 5000$ and up.
2. We pay 104$ annually for our car insurance, insurances are cheap here.
3. You can buy local health insurance which will cover all your needs, they are very cheap too and covers surgery as well.
4. You can rent a decent bachelor apartment for about 500$ a month. And if you want to buy one, then you’ll have to pay about 35000$ for a good studio apartment. Local and “gringo” prices are the same and openly advertised.
5. Seafood is available, including salmon and tuna.
6. So are chicken breasts, steaks, pork, protein bars and powders.
7. Yes, ALL the modern gyms here are very similar to American ones and have tons of free weights, elliptical trainers, indoor pools, saunas, martial arts etc!!!

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Ukraine > USA.. life there is how it should be here..

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It’s Raving Fans!!!!

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I think the perfect time to live is relative to the wants and needs of the person at his particular stage in life. What you want when you’re 20 may not be the same thing as when you’re 40. For sure, the best days of lots of female talent, relative ease in dating/LTRs and a good economy with steady well-paying jobs are gone. Most of the people who lived in such days lived to such excess, that they forgot to look out for their future or future generations. Instead of reminiscing about the past, I think trying to secure what little future you can get is good and maximising opportunities that are becoming harder to come by. Watching the death of western society and its peoples themselves is a kind of sci-fi twilight zone freak show, with the zombified populace of skrillex-cut women and manginas proliferating at an alarming rate. ‘Mabye one day in a history book they will write ‘how did they let it get so bad’? What idiots!’

Its insane when a guy/girl who is on welfare/benefits/’the dole’ can father many children and have them paid for by the government whilst screwing other people to make other kids. They are not in debt unlike our college educated graduates; as such, the return on investment for societal dropouts is better than a hard-working person in this fucked up world. I learned in the west that connections is more important than ability and that instead of using my medical degree to become a doctor, I should become a free-loading, benefit taking, man-whore; living in a decaying uber-totalitarian society that will eventually collapse in on itself. What kind of lesson is that? Yet, it’s true! The planners of the society want it like that and the people, oftentimes women in this feminist era, have enabled such a society. There is no incentive for any man to work when women reward you with sex for free, and most women are enabled to take away whatever little wealth and freedom you have on a whim. I blame older generations for being so blind as to let this happen and the younger generations are a product of their environment.

There is no enjoy the decline, because even if I were to want to fuck a new hot chick every day, I do so with the knowledge that I live in an evil society where most people are soon going to suffer very badly for the way that it is set up. I repent to God for I have no more left I can do and I regret. I can’t fix things when people are so far gone. I just want to get the fuck out of here to some relatively better corner of the world as I inevitably watch the whole thing burn. Some countries are going to make it. And then some aren’t.

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This should be featured.

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well, what about some sniff of reality, reading John Cheever maybe?

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well, what about some sniff of reality, reading John Cheever maybe?

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30 minute Zoneesque TV show….. towards the end Greybeard shows him he can have a happy life in the past with some effort, improving his physique, forming lasting relationships, male friend and female with prospect of marital life. He balks at the effort and returns to the flabby effortless easy street of western modernity. Nice allegory…..

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Damn! Does Greybeard have a phone number..or a Twitter account??
Need to contact that guy!

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Jim should have consulted a Bang Almanac and hopped the bus to Hill Valley. Poosy Paradise was so close. Amateur time travelers.

Nice touch with the swirling coffee.

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Roost
Really good perspective and a brain teaser as all your fiction tends to be. You’re smarter than you act.

Do it for the red pill nation player-
Give us some Poland indoor street footage of girls in the malls, college student centers, etc.

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David Sim said it better – two decades ago.

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Damn, youre evil. Good story. You should consider a full length fiction novel. Id probably buy it.

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I’ll amaze these people with my ability to predict the future, just as Columbus wowed the natives by predicting a lunar eclipse. I just have to remember something that happened in February 1955 … rats.

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nd Russian? I

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Roosh,

I know this is off topic, but you should do a video of you speaking Spanish, Portuguese and Russian. On the site and on ROK you guys always talk about learning foreign languages. Right now I’m learning Spanish and I’m really enjoying the process and the growth that I’m seeing.

Maybe on you’re video you could give tips on how you retain each individual language or how you’re fluency has gotten compared to a certain time to the present. For example maybe in Brazil your Portuguese was fluent but if you haven’t practiced in X amount of days or years you can say how much worse it’s gotten. I’ve seen you’re tips regarding how to learn a new language. But I have never seen you write about tips on retaining the language, especially when you’re not in country where that language is spoken anymore.

Just an idea, maybe some other readers might think this is cool too.

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old is gold sometimes. Its almost like they did arrange marriage just a mere decades ago here in the west

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ya this whole “game” deal and posing as “alpha” is just some weird set of behaviours to get with the weird women of today. Being normal nice and hard working was enough,now you have to act like some sociopath to get with women. To me its not alpha. Its just some weird clowning or mating dance to get lucky. LIke how isnt the bar scene not on discovery channel.

If I were to try an explain game concepts to the older men in my family, theyd go wtf, while those my age will agree.

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Totally agree with the following: “Being normal nice and hard working was enough,now you have to act like some sociopath to get with women. To me its not alpha. Its just some weird clowning or mating dance to get lucky.”

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I like Roosh’s fiction. A story he wrote a year or so ago was so clever and representative of our times that I think it could be published elsewhere. It was about some girls that go out and collect likes, shares and comments on their smart phones. I even printed it out.

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I am Patricia’s Smartphone?

Chris Brony
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Brilliant story….

David
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Jim should have totally teamed up with Marty McFly.

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Roosh man
When are you going to the Czech Republic Minsk Saint Petersburg or Belgrade?

Mike
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Damn, 6 months removed from a trip abroad, this is exactly how I feel.

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Good stuff.

A Red Pill ‘Midnight in Paris’

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“Lindy Hop” smile this is so “Back to the Future”..love how the women are shy and cannot even hold eye contact. Well today they don’t hold eye contact either, but for different reasons: they want to show you that obviously, they are the queens and cannot be bothered with underlings.

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“The average waged person today lives better than the richest people even 50 years ago” Warren Buffett

I guess he was talking about technology and convenience…..but not habits and how society was hanging together.

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“And in spite of that,” their third friend Alexander said, “there is a future trend that will come. It will be logical, useful, and obvious, but someone else will get filthy rich off of it.”

Incase you’re wondering what that is right now, it’s Bitcoin, Bitcoin 2.0 tech and cryptocurrency in general. Don’t say you weren’t warned.

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Very thought-provoking short story.

zgitchoooo
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zgitchoooo
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Wonderful, almost on the level of a classic fairy tale.

SlickyBoy
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I think Roosh meant “fair trade” hops, not free trade, but otherwise great stuff.

G Freedom
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There’s room for a TV show based on sometin like this!

Lucky
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Awesome story Roosh. Obviously I’m a fan of the Twilight Zone and this sort of stuff always captures my imagination.