How Speed Dating Works

I went speed dating last night and had a lovely time. For those of you who live under rocks, speed dating is where you pay a few bucks to go on a dozen three-minute dates with a bunch of girls who’ve signed up to do the same. As a keen student of human sexual dynamics, and a narcissist who loves to talk about myself, it was right up my alley. Here are some notes from the night:


1) All the girls were ugly

Of the fifteen girls I met, there was not a single one I would have been arsed to cold approach during the day. There were only three that I could honestly describe as ‘not the slightest bit overweight.’ Of those three, one was thirty-five, and the other two had faces like Bebop and Rocksteady.

Does speed dating attract ugly girls? No, I don’t believe it does. In fact I would say the average girl at this event was above average. But speed dating by its nature exposes you to the mass market girls, the thick middle (interpret that how you wish) of the bell curve for female attractiveness. I line up most of my girls by either 1) Approaching the top 10% hottest girls I see on the street, in coffee shops, and at the grocery store, or 2) Messaging the top 10% hottest girls on Plenty Of Fish. Any deviation from these elite funnels and into the fetid swamps of mediocrity – such as mass market speed dating – will inevitably lead to disappointment.

2) It was worth it

Fifteen new faces, fifteen new opportunities to play a new character, fifteen little social experiments to carry out – yeah, did I mention I’m a malignant narcissist? I had a blast.

Speed dating is also a great way to improve your social awareness, practice your first impressions, and really get a sense of how to read girls’ reactions. If first dates make you nervous, if you don’t yet have a sense of nihil nova before you sit down with a new girl for that first drink, hit up a few speed dating events and break through that anxiety.

3) The guys were pretty cool

There some dorks, but I ended up exchanging information with more guys than girls – a few professional contacts, and two guys who apparently have a great custom clothing guy in the city. Yes, I went to a speed dating event and got guy’s phone number so we could talk about fashion. It was just thuper.

But the real takeaway for me was reflecting on just how out of whack the dating market for average guys and average girls was. Literally every guy there was in at least pretty good shape. As I mentioned, almost every girl was fat. It’s like there’s some kind of horrible fat-fixing cartel organized by modern womenfolk. The worst part is, half these thick girls are looking around and seeing so many women fatter than them, they’re probably deluding themselves into checking off “Average” or god forbid “Athletic” on their online dating profiles.

4) There was one girl who I really clicked with

We had an awesome three-minute date. She was smart and cool and had lived a really interesting life. I tracked her down during the break to give her a chance to finish an awesome story she was telling me when we were interrupted by the buzzer. I really, really enjoyed my time meeting her.

But, she was thirty pounds overweight, and so I did not consider meeting her again for even one second. Let that be a lesson, ladies, in the values and standards of men with options.

5) There were three girls I considered banging

I don’t trust the group of slapdicks running the event, so I crunched numbers from the only three tolerably cute girls in the post-speed-date mingle session.

Girl #1 gave me her number, but warned me that it was a landline. I laughed and asked if I could reach her by fax. Write off.

Girl #2 was a borderline case after three pints, but sober Frost knows he’s better than that.

Girl #3 was actually very cute, but ten or so pounds chubbier than the ideal. We had a lovely chat and she is a sweetheart, and fortuitously a useful contact for an ulterior purpose. I will be calling her toot-suite and running her through the first date bang or the second date bang recipe.


Final Verdict: Speed Dating was fun. Would have been even more fun if I went drunk, high, tripping balls, or 100% committed to the Amish back story I experimented with on a few girls. Try it for yourself and hit me up on Twitter if you come away with a cool story. You can also leave a comment below, I’m opening them up because fuck it why not.

Book Review: Confessions Of An Online Hustler

Make a list of things the world needs more of, and “books about making money online” will rank right in between malaria-infested mosquitoes and male feminists. You open a car door in 2013 and you’ll hit some kid who thinks he’s the second coming of Tim Ferriss, because he mastered the art of the WordPress one-click install. The make-money-online genre is as overcrowded and scam-filled as the ab-exercise device industry.

Furthermore, 99% of what aspiring bloggers need to know is available for free. The links at the end of my post, What You Should Know About Making Money Online, are more informative than any product you can pay for. This post by Victor Pride of Bold And Determined is also very good.

But all that said, Matt Forney’s Confessions Of An Online Hustler is an absolute must-read for anyone even considering starting a Red Pill blog.

As every true blogger knows, 21st-century readers are only capable of ingesting information in list form. So, here are my top three reasons why you should buy this book:

1) Matt knows his shit. Take it from a guy who has written a few blogs and read a lot of faux-authoritative puff from a posing amateurs, Matt is the real deal. He has been in the game for a while. He has had his share of big wins and failures, and learned from both.

2) It’s Only Eight Bucks. In the highly unlikely event that you are already an expert in blogging, web development, online marketing, writing, and every other subject this book covers, you might not learn a lot from Confessions Of An Online Hustler. But you will definitely learn enough to justify the $8 price tag.

3) It’s Specifically Tailored To un-PC Red Pill authors. Confessions is a good read for any aspiring blogger, but frankly the nuts and bolts of starting a mommy/fashion/kitty blog are not that complex. Matt sets his book apart by devoting a large chunk of it to the particular challenges that materialize when a man chooses to hoist the black flag and start poking holes in the politically correct dogmas of our era. If you want to blog about indie music or vegan recipes, Confessions is a nice-to-have addition to your library. But if you suspect you’ll need information on protecting your anonymity and fending off Volunteer Thought Police, these are topics that this book – and only this book – covers extensively.

Verdict: Confessions is a must-read for current and potential contributors to the Red Pill blogosphere, and probably a fun read for anyone else involved in the community. Buy Confessions of an Online Hustler here.

Eight Reasons Men With Options Don’t Date Feminists

Masculine men don’t date feminists.

Occasionally, horniness and a lack of better options forces us to bang them. But even then, we are merely going through the motions with the urgency and desperation of a starving man scraping rotten cheese off a discarded pizza box.

But as a man with options, I am free to live by the following rule: I don’t date Feminists. Here are eight reasons why every self-respecting American man should adopt this rule as his own:

1. A Feminist Will Accuse You Of Rape

Once upon a time, the word “Rape” meant something. Today – and I wonder how women who have actually been dragged into alleys, held down and capital-R Raped feel about this new definition – rape can mean:

– A girl had a few drinks before having consensual sex

– A girl felt ‘pressured’ into having consensual sex

– A girl who had sex, woke up regretting it, and came up with any of a dozen hamster-wheel rationalizations to concoct a narrative of the night that absolves her of responsibility

As I wrote in How To Avoid A False Rape Accusation:

“Decent girls do not make false rape accusations. Sick, evil, damaged, unloved dregs of society – i.e the sort that gravitate towards the social justice warrior mentality – make false rape accusations. If you are going dumpster diving and scraping ugly feminists off the bottom of the barrel just to get laid, you have no one to blame but yourself when you eventually lose that game of Russian Roulette.”

2. Feminists Are Walking STD Factories

A promiscuous woman will likely have a few strains of fertility-impairing HPV, Chlaymdia, or Gonorhhea kicking around in her plumbing. Fortunately, most common STDs are no more than a nuisance to men, but still – no one likes a nuisance. The typical feminist has a cavalier attitude towards STDs, and some even wear their disease-addled snatch like a badge of honour. As Susan Walsh put it:

“They want for you to have an STD too. They want all the young women in NY, and eventually the whole country to have STDs, because then they won’t be slut shamed anymore. If sluts ruled the world, then they could shame virgins instead (they’re already trying). If every woman has genital herpes, whoo hoo! Sisterhood! If every woman has HPV and compromised fertility, YES! Everyone can sing the “no baby blues” together at 40! Women can keep each other company in oncology offices as they await treatment for their cervical cancer.”

If you want to avoid STDs, avoid sleeping with Feminists.

3. A Feminist Will Take Half Your Shit

“I Want half Eddie!”

4. A Feminist Will Bore You

I like smart, funny, happy girls who are equally interested in big ideas and low humour. Intelligent and well-adjusted women do not become feminists. The type of woman who becomes a feminist has a middling intellect, angry disposition, and some sort of general unresolved problem with the world, which she will take out on you, as a representative of The Patriarchy. Snark is the only humour she is capable of using, and her worthless education in the art of Hamsterbation is the only source of insight and opinion she has ever known.

5. A Feminist Will Get Fat

Yes, we all know that Feminists Are Ugly. But let’s say you do the impossible and find a Feminist who is actually thin and attractive. Before you invest emotionally or otherwise, be warned that she will balloon up to grotesque proportions and not feel an ounce of guilt, courtesy of the body acceptance movement.

6. A Feminist Will Kill Your Child

This is of course a plus if you’re just using a Feminist woman as a fire-and-forget receptacle for some spare semen you’ve got weighing your balls down – as you should be. But for any man considering actually dating a modern liberated woman, keep this scenario in mind.

You’re a young man, fucking around and having a good time. Yeah, you’ve been banging this one girl more often than the rest, but no big deal. Then one day she asks you to sit down. She tells you she’s pregnant. She tells you she’s thinking of keeping it. You freak out. You’re too young for this. You don’t want to be a father.

A month goes by. Then another one. You realize you’re not that young. You think about the value of what your father did for you, and how much he treasures that relationship. More time goes by. She’s seven months along now. You’ve seen the ultrasounds, heard the heart beat. It’s a boy. Another month. You think back to the carefree playboy you were eight months ago, and laugh. You have a son now. You are a father.

A Feminist in this situation will have zero moral problem with the act of killing that child on a whim. Decent and reasonable people can disagree on the morality of the morning after pill, and early term abortions in various circumstances, but Feminists are neither. The official Hamster line on abortion is set in stone. Any abortion, any time, under any circumstance, is A-OK. To suggest otherwise is to betray the cause of women’s rights. To suggest that the mere father of any unborn child might be owed some notice, or god forbid some input to the decision is heresy. This is the moral framework in which a Feminist operates.

As such, she will feel zero obligation to discuss the decision with you. She has surrounded herself with an ideological and social cocoon of soothsayers who would view a secret late-term abortion as not just morally permissible, but as praiseworthy, a sort of Feminist merit badge.

You may not want to be a father now, but who knows how you’ll feel after seeing and feeling your child? You certainly don’t, which is why you should take every precaution necessary to avoid putting that child in the belly of a woman who could kill it without blinking away a tear.

7. You Don’t Need To Date A Feminist To Fuck Her

Though Feminist women make for poor company, bad friends, terrible girlfriends, and the worst of all possible choices as the mother of your children – they are good for one thing: Mediocre and uncommitted sex when all other options have been exhausted. Personally, I try to avoid banging Feminist women in addition to avoiding dating them. But I see no reason why a man armed with a fake name, a kryptonite condom, and the ability to wear the mask of a lickspittle mangina for the sake of an evening of pleasure, shouldn’t indulge.

In a way, pumping and dumping Feminists is a token of our great respect for them. We are so confident in their ‘independent woman’ bona-fides, we will reserve our physical protection, emotional vulnerability, creative dates, introductions into our social circles, and other Patriarchal reminders that we are powerful men, for the weak Traditional women that we properly date. Feminists, on the other hand, are so strong! They don’t need anything more than twenty minutes of drunken four-AM fucking that we will enjoy only slightly more than jerking off.

8. Dating A Feminist Just Encourages The Rest

Dear Reader, can you imagine a world in which the Feminist movement is as shriveled, worthless, unused and obscure as Carrie Bradshaw’s uterus? It’s easy if you try.

Every society has its dregs. Broken, unloved, women will be with us always, and they will crave equality with desirable women. The leaders of the Feminist movement will always exist.

But we can coax the decent women they’ve led astray back into reality and our good graces, and push the leg-bearded rejects back into the holes from whence they came. All we have to do is take the remarkably easy and life-enhancing step of keeping our dicks away from them.

The High School Student’s Guide To The Red Pill

Many high school students are stumbling across the Red Pill community, and wondering: What can I do to improve my life now? The vast majority of the Red Pill advice is written by and for men in their late twenties and beyond. Smart high school students coming to this odd new corner of the internet for the first time are an under-served market.

This essay will fill the gap.


The first thing you should do, as a young man, is recognize how ridiculously lucky you are. How old are you? Seventeen? Congratulations my friend. You are a full decade younger than I am. That is a full decade of opportunities to seize, mistakes to avoid, and experiments to run. If you take advantage of it – you will be deadly by the time your balls sag as low as mine.

When I was your age, the nascent Red Pill community consisted of an motley crew of ‘spergy social misfits that was the early PUA movement, and a few stories of drunken shenanigans written by a guy named Tucker Max. But you, young Padawan, your generation and yours alone has the opportunity to embrace truth, right from the beginning. You have access to resources like Thumotic that, humility aside, will teach you everything you need to know about being a man.

Lesson one is: Read this post. Here are the five key actions I would take right now if I were in your shoes:

1) Take A Vacation From The Present

What is the Red Pill? What are its core tenets? What unifies the fields of paleolithic nutrition, strength training, picking up girls, laughing at feminists, shunning typical careers, and whatever else seems to pop up in my blogroll every morning?

The answer is: Truth. We are not the inventors of any radical new ideas. We’re simply a collection of men rediscovering Truth in a society that has turned its back on it. Our focus is often on subjects that are of particular interest to the young men doing the rediscovering – i.e. women, money, pumping iron – but the Red Pill extends into the realms of current events, political science, history, anthropology, and art, if you eventually care to follow a bit further down the rabbit hole. The Red Pill is not just about pussy. It is a comprehensive counter-cultural movement that stands in direct opposition to everything our modern society stands for.

As you would expect, no one has a monopoly on Truth. There is nothing new under the sun. This is why so many men who have “discovered” the Red Pill, later go on to learn that all these dangerous new ideas we’re playing around with would have been considered common sense to pretty much any historical figure with half a brain and a pen – Mencken, Nietzsche, Shakespeare, Plato, and Jesus all would have fit in quite well as guest posters at Return Of Kings. We are not unique for having learned the truth. The 21st century western world is unique for having forgotten it.

So, my young friend, the first thing you should do is disconnect. Disconnect from TV and movies. Disconnect from your teachers and professors (though feel free to regurgitate as necessary). Disconnect from the mainline internet. Disconnect from the values and judgement of your family and friends.

In their place, immerse yourself in the ideas of better men. Read the archives of the best Red Pill blogs, and follow a select few that are ongoing. Interact with men on a similar journey towards enlightenment (r/RedPill and the Roosh V Forum are fine places for this). Above all, spend your quiet time immersed in the best that the past and present has to offer.

2) Forget Sex And Status

I offer this point with a necessary caveat: It is no more possible for a human male to forget sex and status, than it is for a drowning man to forget about air. So you will not forget about getting laid. Instead, you will read every post that Roissy and Krauser have ever written (start from post #1 and work your way to the present.). You will read the Solomon archive. You will read every post here at Thumotic and at Freedom Twenty-Five. You will buy books on seduction, books on the mechanics of game, you will study social psychology, evolutionary biology, persuasion, seduction, and while you are reading all of that – you will find the courage to approach women, introduce yourself, and make your way into sexual relationships with them.

But, throughout all of this, you will never lose sight of this core truth: Your success with women in high school is utterly inconsequential in the long term. Once you internalize this, you will start treating women as a fun little sides dish to the real meat of your life. Your focus at this time should be on your mission, which we’ll get to later in this post, and not on a pride-fueled quest for the next notch.

Quite simply, you have better things to do in your energetic and neuroplastic teenage years than chase girls who will be of a quality that renders them utterly invisible to you in a decade’s time. Time is not even the relevant constraint here. Please, go spend many, many hours of your salad years finding and fucking hot girls.

But don’t ever let those girls define you. Don’t let them be your motivation. Don’t let your success or failure with them affect your core identity. A man’s youth should be spent building skills, knowledge and an intellectual foundation. Women are a distraction and a means of letting of steam

As for social status, you currently fall somewhere along the jock-nerd continuum. Words cannot express how irrelevant your current tribal ranking will be, the instant you graduate. Feel free to experiment and broaden your social skills, whatever category you’re in, but please do your best to de-prioritize the holy grail of coolness. In a decade, half your classmates will be broke, overweight, and depressed. Ignore them, although you should be on the lookout for smart and ambitious people to connect with.

3) Acquire Skills

What are skills? Where does one go about acquiring useful skills? You are about to decide on a career path, so this question should be at the top of your list. Let’s start by ruling out the bad ideas.

Getting a business degree is a bad idea. Business is important, but it’s best learned in a practical context. Getting a soft liberal arts degree is a bad idea. You will be taught ideological left-wing cant, and you will graduate indebted and unemployable. Law school is a bad idea. Applied sciences are not the worst idea, but probably not a great one. Getting a degree in the ‘true’ liberal arts – i.e., Cal Newport’s strategy of English Lit + Math is better than any of the above, but still not ideal.

Tragically for me, this blog wasn’t around when I was seventeen and decided to do an undergraduate degree in marketing of all things, in a school I chose on the basis of its gender ratio and general reputation as a prime hunting ground for hot slutty girls. Fortunately it all worked out for me, but if I were to travel back in time and pow-wow with my teenage self, I would advise him to take one of two paths:

Path #1 is programming. The future is software and web pages. The geeks shall inherit the earth. Three resources to start with are:

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But this is not my area of expertise and I am as green as you. Use those links to get started, but there are better guides than I to lead you on that path. Find them.

Your second option is to find a trade. Crazy idea, isn’t it? To learn a real, tangible, useful skill, and then go practice it. The typical high school guidance counsellor would laugh in your face. And yet, the payoff is undeniable.

But if you have a good trade and you’re smart enough to leverage it, a comfortable and financially secure life is yours for the taking. And remember, learning a ‘trade’ isn’t limited to blue collar work. Medicine is a trade. Any skill you can learn and then exchange for money is a trade. Crane operator, forklift driver, dentist, massage therapist: Trades. Guy Who Knows A Lot About Sociology: Not a trade.

4) Stop Seeing Yourself As A Child

Our culture has invented a concept called adolescence. An adolescent is a physically and mentally mature person who, supposedly, is not yet ready to accept the full suite of duties and privileges that come with adulthood. ‘Adolescence’ lasts, it appears to me, from the age of 13 to about 30.

If you’re at the early end of this range, you’re probably used to thinking of yourself as an adolescent. You’re no child, of course. But you write off a variety of stupid, lazy, and irresponsible habits as inevitable follies of youth.

Well, I am officially revoking your implicit teenage right to be less than you are. Throughout history, men have divided themselves in two categories: Children and Men. Adolescence is an invention of a poisonous post-modern culture that seeks to weaken us. Glancing around at the number of ‘guys’ my own age who still play video games twenty hours a week, I’d say it’s succeeding.

Rejecting adolescence means refusing to hold yourself to a lower standard on account of your age. Alexander The Great became regent of Macedon at the age of sixteen. Mark Zuckerberg was a billionaire at the age of 23. Young men throughout history have done great things. They were able to do this by embracing their status as Men from an early age.


5) Read the Freedom Twenty-Five Lifestyle Guide

Act now and take advantage of my generous offer. The Lifestyle Guide, which will give you all the information you need to start immediately kicking 110% more ass in life, costs all of nine bucks which is peanuts to any grown man. As a high school student though, I’m going to cut you a break.

I am offering a free copy of The Lifestyle Guide to any high school students who are reading this. All you have to do is 1) Create a Twitter account and subscribe to your ten favourite Red Pill personalities, and 2) Create a Reddit account and submit one good article or self-post to r/RedPill. Message me from your Twitter account and include a link to your Reddit profile, and I’ll send you an electronic copy of The Lifestyle Guide. Needless to say, if you are not a high school student and you try to take advantage of this generous offer, you are a sad little cunt of a man and may God have mercy on your soul.

So, high school students: These conditions will take you all of twenty minutes to fulfill, and they will nudge you in the direction of a lifelong habit of self-improvement, auto-didacticism, and intellectual rebellion against unworthy authorities. Fulfill them, and start living a life that reflects your potential.

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The Definitive Guide To Focus, Information Management, and Efficiency

As much as men are fucking themselves over by not eating healthy, lifting, and picking up girls, I firmly believe that the number one cause of self-destruction in our generation is poor information management. Men waste time reading bullshit, they work inefficiently, they live in  perpetual state of distraction – it’s harmful shit.

I believe there are two main causes to this trend. One is technology. Distractions are constantly at our fingertips. Whenever we sit down to get some work done, we’re almost always in front of a magical distraction machine that can conjure up everything from interracial gang bangs to cute puppies to Wikipedia articles on the history of pikemen in medieval warfare, styles of lightsabre combat, and cheese. The personal computer is an optimal distraction machine, and the internet was built by the smartest people in the world to maximize its draw on your attention. Don’t feel so bad if you struggle to resist it.

But go ahead and feel a little bad. The second reason why never in the course of human civilization so much time has been wasted by so many, with so few results, is that our generation is composed of a bunch of weak-willed pantywaists who lack the masculine gumption to tuck their chins down, close Twitter, and get some shit done. Your Great Grandpa wouldn’t have needed Leechblock to get him through a work day, simply because he was a better man than you.

Enough sucking though. This guide is going to give you all the tools you need to stop being an easily distracted little wuss. This guide is going to set you up for a lifetime of healthy work habits, smart time management, and stress-free productivity. After reading it, you will have no excuse for any of the precious few hours you have left in your life, that you let slip through your fingers in a haze of kitty gifs. After reading and implementing the seven steps in this guide, your work output and general enjoyment of life will be superhuman.

So without further ado: Thumotic’s Seven Habits Of Optimal Focus For the Modern Man

1) Hard focus

Most people spend their work day floating in an ineffective haze of partial concentration. They’re sort of, kind of working on whatever is in front of them, but they’ve got a phone buzzing in their pocket, Outlook fading in and out in the bottom of their screen, and a few tabs of newspapers, blogs, and social media shenanigans kicking around in a minimized web browser.

This is sub-optimal. Your workflow should be structured around one goal: Maximizing the time you spend in a state of hard focus. I strive to have two work modes: Insane starving wolf on steroids, and totally relaxed hibernating bear. There is no middle ground between these two.

When a man enters a state of hard focus, he can do anything. He is invincible. When you reach hard focus, you work five times as fast as when you’re only half-assing something. Read more about hard focus here.

The way to consistently reach hard focus is simply to train your mind to accept nothing less. When you’re working and you feel your concentration slipping, take a break. Stand up. Walk around. Vow to return to the task only when you’re ready to give it 100%. They key is this: Refuse to ever give yourself permission to do anything at 80%.

2. Set Designated Check Times

How important are you? Let me answer that question for you: Not very. You don’t need to be at the beck and call of the world 16 hours a day. In all likelihood, you don’t need to check your personal email more than once or twice a day. Your Facebook and other such bullshit can be on a once a week schedule.

I don’t know what your work environment is like, but in my observations, people who should be checking their work email every hour check it every few minutes, and people who should be checking it every couple of minutes will learn how to piss with one hand so they don’t have to put down their Blackberry.

In both cases, personal and professional, ponder on how rarely you can get away with checking your shit. Figure out the minimum number of daily checks you can get away with, and start getting away with it.

3. Avoid people

I hate people. Most are some combination of stupid, unreliable, bad communicators, malicious, and unpleasant to look at. the key to avoiding people is to funnel as much of your professional communication as possible through email. This forces colleagues to be brief, leaves a paper trail to whatever incompetence they bring into my life, and keeps all of my projects and correspondence well organized, comprehensive and easily searchable. The spoken word is vague, untraceable, and easily forgettable.

Contrary to popular belief, you are allowed to call your coworkers, subordinates and even bosses, stupid, lazy and incompetent, right to their faces. You just have to use the right wording: “Can I get that in an email?”

4. Get Things Done

I will not even attempt to summarize David Allen’s excellent Getting Things Done. It is the greatest book on productivity and work flow analysis that has ever been written. Buy it, read it, implement the advice in your life. While I’m recommending books, also check out the classic Four Hour Work Week.

5. Block The Internet

I love the internet. It informs, entertains, and to a limited but growing extent, pays my bills. I even love sites that are absolute poison to productivity like Reddit and Twitter. A man can learn a lot about the Zeitgeist by keeping up with the rantings and ravings of pseudonymous jackoffs like myself.

But there’s a time and a place. Hungover on a Sunday morning – right time. Slouching in an office chair putting in ‘face time’ between three and six PM, rather than actually getting shit done – wrong time.

I use a program called Leechblock to keep my internet usage in check. You should too.

6. Pop culture

Pop culture is not completely worthless, but diminishing returns set in pretty damn fast. I don’t think there’s a set limit on how many hours a week or whatever a man should spend on TV, movies and video games. Instead, use this rule: Indulge in pop culture only insofar as you truly enjoy it. if you’re watching TV or playing games just for ‘something to do’, stop it and find something better to occupy your time.

And remember, there is almost always something better to do. The only exceptions are 1) You’re sick or hungover, 2) You’re on a flight, or 3) You’re with a girl and need something to occupy yourself with during your refractory period.

7. Just Do It

My favourite idea in the aforementioned book Gettings Things Done is the two-minute rule: If something will take less than two minutes, do it right away. Always. It’s a great rule.

We can apply it to things that take longer than two minutes as well. You know those retarded little jobs that spend months on your to-do list and intrude in your mind on a daily basis, jarring you out of your serene existence? If not I envy you. Last week I realized that I had put the following three things off for over a month: Renewing my driver’s license; scheduling a restricted firearms licensing test; and paying my hydro bill. Stupid shit. Between five and thirty minutes each. And yet, I let them niggle at my concentration for a month. Then I did them all over a single lunch break.

Little distractions like that have a pernicious effect. More important than the practical consequences of delaying basic life tasks (late fees and such) is the daily cost to your focus as you acknowledge and re-file your little ongoing mental reminder of the shit you need to do. Your mind is a computer, and each open loop clogs up a tiny bit of RAM.


There is nothing worse in life than getting distracted while trying to get work done. Being outright lazy is unfortunate, but at least you get the pleasure of sitting around playing video games and eating Cheetos. An easily distracted man gets nothing done, but also must suffer through the motions of work, and so deprives himself of the pleasures of leisure.

Don’t be that guy any more. Build systems that keep you focused, and abide by them. Read Getting Things Done and implement the advice into your life. Install Leechblock. Cancel NetFlix.


Speaking of simple, actionable advice that you can immediately use to improve your life, check out The Thumotic 30-Day Challenge and The Lifestyle Guide.