If you are young, it should be your mission to understand the world. Read the newspaper, devour books–make sure you are reading the classics–Hemingway, Vonnegut, Orwell, Hesse. Men like that will help you see the world for what it is. It’s not just the stories they tell, but the way they interpret human nature will help you think clearly.
When you start to see what the world is–an evil, selfish, corrupt, system where the big fish eat the little ones–it’s good to get upset about it. Complain, write an angry letter to feminists, rally for the whales, go to a protest against a political party until you realize they are all the same.
One of the most paradigm shifting experiences I had was at a protest. In 2004 I was still a University student and went to protest the Republican National Convention that was taking place in NYC. I’m still angry that Bush decided to use New York for that platform–New Yorkers hated that motherfucker.
At the protest, 1000’s of people marched up 8th Avenue to Madison Square Garden. I had my camera with me and was taking photos of the 1000’s of police officers, many were riding horses, there was military. A complete police state.
Then the trouble started.
I didn’t see it happen but I saw the commotion. A cop on a scooter was riding through the crowd and someone pushed him off. Things went crazy.
The cops started grabbing people, the people started fighting back, I started taking photos. The crowd was getting pushed towards me, people were being beaten with batons and handcuffed. One kid got hit in the face and I saw his teeth hit the pavement.
As I was taking photos a cop grabbed my camera. It was hanging around my neck and he ripped it off, took my 600$ equipment and smashed it on the ground. He was going to arrest me but a group of wrestling people crashed into him and he arrested one of them. I got the fuck out of there, pushing my way to a side street and taking off.
What did I learn?
In the big picture, we are nothing–powerless, and nothing is going to change that. We may be gods, but no man is God. You can get mad, fight and scream about it, troll morons on the internet, and stamp your feet–but it’s not going to do a goddamn thing.
A quote from one of my favorites, Kurt Vonnegut, on the usefulness of protest:
This weapon proved to have the power of a banana-cream pie three feet in diameter when dropped from a stepladder five-feet high.
And that’s what your yelling, pissing, and moaning will accomplish–a sticky mess. But get it out of your system, get the knowledge first, use it and channel your anger into something, and then…
Get over it.
Move on to something bigger, something that will bring value to yourself and others. Share your knowledge, but don’t do it in an angry state, your thoughts won’t be clear that way and the point will get lost.
Enjoy this life fellas: game the hell out of women and bang them good, travel and see as much as this beautiful planet as you can, and meet other good men.