This is a quickie. Writing about the space briefly, and a question at the end on how best to believer value to you without wasting your time.
Wasting your time
Standard social media advice is to pick a lane and stick to it. We are a grocery store of engagement. People like Cereal. Trix, Chocolate Trix, Sugar Free Trix, but always Trix. Use the same talking points, only address thoughts that fit within your realm, and like the mighty Trix, as someone walks by, they may not know Nabisco, but they know Trix.
I am Nabisco. I get it. It’s not good social media branding. I write fiction, I write short fiction. I’ve written contemporary fiction. I am writing science fiction. I’ve written about the Red Pill… I’ve written almost everything that’s Red Pilled.
And you, whoever is reading this, have followed me along for all of it. I imagine it must be a lot. You may have started listening to Kevin Samuels, or Rollo Tomassi, or Rich Cooper; sometimes even the Fresh N Fit guys. You came here because Red Pill was the cool new thing and people promised you would get laid, stop getting divorce raped by your bitch ex wife, and you’ll make billions in crypto.
Of course I never delivered on any of that. I was a historian. I wrote down what everyone said and what everyone did and how everyone fared. I trusted that you would take this and either stay entertained, or use it to solve what you needed to solve. In fairness, you have to.
I have a feeling Myron got invested in everyone else winning. And I’m sure he’s also found out that most guys don’t want to win, they just want to be mad. I know it also drove Jordan Peterson to drugs and detox and this phoned in Jordan Peterson Pantomime that he currently makes bank with. I’m jealous in a way. What I wouldn’t give to cash out for good.
But I’m like you. I work for a living and it beats digging ditches.
"Heard joke once: Man goes to doctor. Says he's depressed. Says life seems harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain. Doctor says, 'Treatment is simple. Great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go and see him. That should pick you up.' Man bursts into tears. Says, 'But doctor…I am Pagliacci.'
Question
So I have a question. Do I send everything to everyone, or should I be separating Trix from Shredded Wheat from Count Chocola? Do you like a grab bag of cereal, delivered in a garbage bag and never knowing what the next email will bring? Or are you German, do you like nice, orderly, portion controlled cereal.
Let me know in the comments. I’m not saying you’ll be the deciding vote, but occasionally it does help to ping ideas on how to give you guys the best experience by just asking you what the best experience would be in your mind.
