The Tasmanian Devil Effect

I must say, it is a nice feeling to know that the effort you put in to your personal improvement actually gets noticed by someone. Even better, that it helps someone out in some way.

The winning combination of having a passion plus go time can give a man a sense a purpose and direction, which I believe to be two important sources of happiness when it comes to their overall well being.

This combination, for me, has manifested itself in a form of something I call, “The Tasmanian Devil Effect”.

I picture the Tasmanian Devil, the grunting and growling brute with his ‘ravenous appetite’ and ‘jaws like a steel trap’, devouring everything in sight along the Looney Tunes country side.

Just like Taz’s insatiable hunger for: cats, dogs, elephants, cars, boats, furniture and anything he can get his hands on, I have devoured, or in other words, worked hard to obtain, nine support work clients.

Yesterday I received a text message from a good buddy of mine, J. The dude that, one year ago, hooked me up with a job in his gym. That job opportunity helped propel me to where I am today. And even though I am now single, I got a mltr and a couple of flings out of it.

Here is what happens when self improvement becomes an uncontrollable hunger, or an “appetite that seems to know no bounds”:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I have been getting that reaction lately, from family, friends and coworkers, regarding the apparently high number of clients I have.

K is J’s girlfriend. Sort of a spacey, punk-rock, hippy-dippy girl. There are a number of things about the female mind that the Red Pill has opened me up to. I remember, not long ago, I refused to believe that a man’s status (or in other words, having his shit together) had anything to do with his sexual attraction or value. Again, I was mistaken.

J owns a private gym. He is a big man with a big heart. Back in the day, he introduced me to the benefits of recreational mdma use. Great old friend.

In a few months him and his gf are going across the pond to travel and live. J may not understand or consciously realize his SMV. But his gf does. And Red Pill/Game aware men (I am new to it) do as well.

Even though it is only a matter of time before a young lady gets consumed within the miniature cyclone of your awesome life, be careful.

Because when Bugs Bunny wanted to distract Taz from his passion of eating and taking everything in sight, he introduced him to an equally crazy but properly named, “She-Devil”. -d