The story of how i manipulated my way up from my low point amongst my peers, and how i did it.
I’ve been lurking on this sub for about a year. I read the sidebar multiple times, read Endorsed Contributor posts, all that good stuff. Everything I’ve read here has proved to be 100% accurate in my daily life.
So much so, in fact, that I’m saying this as someone in highschool. And when i say everything that i’ve read reigns true, i mean everything, including the lesser-touched upon subjects here, like Machiavellianism and the Laws of Power. Using these mindsets, i put morals aside and did what i needed to do for myself, especially on my football team which i think serves as a simple and concise example of this. My timeline:
September 2017: Beginning of my sophomore year. I weighed 180 pounds, only ran a 6 second 40 yard dash, and i could only bench 95 pounds. I was 4th string for both of my positions and was generally seen as an afterthought by my coaches. I was skinnyfat, slow, stupid, and most importantly, bluepilled.
I started off the year in self-loathing that everyone else was getting girls and i wasn’t, and i was so desperate, so so desperate. I refused to go to social events that couples could be going to because i felt too sorry for myself. Worst of all, the moment one trashy rag of a female gave me some attention, i believed she was the one that i could change for the better (She was prob BPD and a huge leftist) and caught heavy oneitis. Yes, i was rejected. I was mentally slower than others as I had undiagnosed ADHD and had no idea how to treat it at the time. My grades as a result dipped. I was made fun of, seen as the “quiet kid,” yadda yadda.
What a fucking loser, am i right? Okay, i’ll stop digging for pity points and move on.
Shortly after Christmas Day, 2017: By this time my season had ended and i was glad about it. It went horribly for me, and now i know i had no one to blame but myself. Anyway, I was lying in bed at 1 am on my phone instead of sleeping like a disciplined person, and my closest friend texts me. He’s a rather popular guy, not physically imposing but very witty and Machiavellian, and good with girls. The text was a nude, from one of those things i would soon learn were called plates. Long story short, he told me that i could be so much more than i was, that i could do what he did. He wasn’t RP aware at the time, so if anything it was just game encouragement, but in my sorry state it was all i needed to read some more NoFap posts that i had discovered after getting rejected by someone else, and on there i found TRP.
January-March 2018: The material was ingested. Initially, i thought that i could slay after reading a few field reports, and instead of slaying i got some learning experiences to put it lightly. Soon after, i learned what Monk Mode was and it was there that i committed myself to self-improvement.
My days ranging from February to Spring Break in April consisted of:
Waking up for school,
A cold shower of 20 seconds, (I went up gradually)
An immense amount of coffee to treat my ADHD,
No breakfast as i took up our favorite Ketogenic diet and fasting combo.
At school i would avoid talking to people in favor of reading TRP posts on my phone, a habit i realized was just mental masturbation.
I would receive shit tests from guys and girls alike occasionally, and now that i realized them for what they were, i overcompensated for my BP behavior and would give answers too quickly, either failing the shit tests or barely brushing them off (I say that because i was either too harsh in my comebacks or i failed to think of something to say). I was beginning to be seen as douchey and arrogant, which i knew at the time but i preferred it over being looked down upon.
I either lifted or ran on the treadmill after school depending on if the weight room was open.
I went to bed exceptionally early to 1. Maximize sleep to treat my ADHD and 2. To give myself something to brag about for attention. Number 2 is fine with me, actually.
Spring break, 2017: Everyone is going out with family, friends, on vacation, posting it on their stories and on Instagram, and there i was, in my room, with no connections to anyone outside of school, with my laptop opened on TRP and my Playstation on a music video on Youtube. One of the things i learned here was to see things for how they were, yes, but to not wallow and complain about it but instead go for the best possible outcome. I realized the next two weeks would be isolation for me, so i went into Monk Mode 2: Electric Boogaloo and read every single new TRP post everyday, ran every day, lifted 4 days a week, and intermittently fasted every day. Over that period of time i learned about Machiavellianism and the 48 laws of power, and I really reflected on my life at that time. It was too late, i was already unplugged, so what else could i do but reach for the best possible outcome for myself, regardless of how i did it?
The rest of April-June 2018: What did i want? Corniness aside, i wanted power, glory, and pussy. Good thing those things often come together. I went through things like a checklist. Where could i go for those things? Power and glory came from football, at least in my school. How could i get power and glory from football? Obviously, be on the starting team.
How could i be on the starting team? This is where the remnants of my BP morals held their last stand against the truth. My coach liked the “in” kids, the ones who his kids knew and his kid’s friends knew. They went to weight room, they talked to my coach almost every day, they were both players and coaches, and friends. Only those ones played. I knew this because despite being the fastest person on my team, my older brother socially isolated himself from his coach and his teammates, and someone else who was more “in” played over him as a result. I agree with that philosophy now, actually.
My “pride” told me to not care what my coach thought. My pride wasn’t telling me how to start on the team, though. So i brown nosed my coach like there was no other butthole left on Earth. Since i learned how to talk to people, i became his right-hand man in the weight room, which he oversaw. I shook his hand walking into the weight room, and walking out. On our workout list for football players, i did every single one there like the loyal little servant i was trying to be. I willingly gave up my frame to enter his, and reaped the benefits. On my ketogenic diet, doing my coach’s workouts, showing up to every single workout session the whole year, (I never skipped one) I lost 20 pounds, became around 12-13% bodyfat, still gained muscle, (thank you noobgainz) and i was recognized by the players and my coaches at a much, much higher level than ever before. They respected me.
I acquired social proof in a certain area, and that in turn gave me the social value that i craved so badly.
My reputation slowly crept up the social hierarchy. Kids who used to see me as a peer or below them saw me as their superior.
“Is this ok?” I would always think to myself. “These are good people that i’ve just surpassed, and i feel bad for them.” Those were my morals talking, and i recognized that and threw those thoughts out the window. If i wanted self-actualization, beta losers had to be forgotten. I still had to pass theirs’ and females’ shit tests. My newly-found frame had to be held. Their fault for not putting themselves first, i guess. I left my sophomore year in June a changed person and i honestly wished it had lasted longer so i could spend more time socially interacting through a red pill lens. It was fun, guys.
Summer 2018: The offseason was coming to a close. There were a few events left that were football-related that i had to go to. All of them, i had to go to.
Law 1: Never outshine the master. I was told to go to no-contact scrimmages and our agility drills and our meetings, and of course I went because not going would be saying i’m independent from my coach, which would be outshining the master and not following Law 5: Protecting my reputation with my life, as i wouldn’t be seen as dedicated to our program if I didn’t go. It didn’t matter what I believed, it mattered what others believed. My beliefs wouldn’t bend the world to my will as beliefs are not actions. (I did enjoy going to those things though)
Present: I’m writing this on August 18, 2018. I’m starting on varsity. I can deadlift 345 and i can bench 175 but i only weigh 160. I ran a 4.9 40 yard dash.
Enough bragging, my point is i did not do what i emotionally (blue pilledly) believed was right, (it wasnt right anyway) but instead i acted upon what i logically (red pilledly) determined would give me the best possible outcome, and stuck to it.
The point of all this mental masturbation is to give back to this community that frankly, saved my life from becoming mediocre and sad. Whether you’re a newly arrived lurker or Chad himself, i want us all to know that it’s ok to put yourself first. Forget what all the crabs in the bucket will say along the way, you’re the most important person in your life. You only owe people something if you benefit from giving them something.
Live life to win, fellas.