Mauler5150

I might be resurrecting this thread many times going forward even if nobody else cares to post in it as I forgot to add that I want to become a helicopter pilot at some point in the future. A childhood friend has done it and I have met 2 others who have, and I remember I went up in one last year. This was a childhood dream because of this. Obviously

And to finish, I am a certified "Master of the Internetz" with wayyyyy more than 10000 hours logged reading, watching, downloading and uploading content online with all my sharing ratios being positive in both nature and quantity. Not only can this be verified from my old pirate, pre-streaming services days using torrent sites sharing ratios, but also my post history on here showing the maturing and development of an egotistical 20 something to the Zen masted middle aged Man I am now. I can confidently say this after I saw how posts I made in 2007 on here reflected my lack of life experiences and travels I made subsequent, which whilst I am still of the same mindset and possess the same core beliefs in many ways I know that 26 year old Me would love and envy the 42 year old Me. Hopefully this lets others understand that I spend my time online learning from Masters of whatever passion they pursue, and that even the trolls online have only allowed Me to become a Master troll IRL if I wish to be, yet it is not the path I choose for myself.

And I hope you take my "Policeman" reaction as being the appropriate one to be used in this instance as whenever I see myself falling into such a pattern of thinking, my internal monologue changes to the one I detail in the post above. You know I am not only trying to help others but to remind myself with such wisdom containing posts that there always exists hope of a better tomorrow if you can retain the benefits of your past trials and experiences in life whilst owning the fact that any hope of a better tomorrow depends on you having the right mental framing of the present moment and whatever challenges you face have solutions. FWIW, I will never retire from being able to catch up with people from my past only to share an infinite number of crazy and impossible stories from My life well lived while they chose a safe path of compliance and complacency that sees them devoid of much to speak of beyond the usual "work, spouse, kids" default conversational topics that are truly equivalent to living NPCs. As such, unless one becomes a Master and invests 10000 hours into growing at least a base awareness of themselves and the subjects which interest them beyond these default subjects, then do they truly know who they are, or are able to teach kids such that humanity will evolve over time? This last part is more food for thought than to digress from the subject of the OP and is the result of my Economics "Opportunity cost" analysis way of thinking whereby I can truthfully state I am glad my life has seen me develop many passions as opposed to being focused on any one singular one to where I am able to converse with the widest spectrum of people possible. In thinking deeper about this last point, I would advise everyone on this board and in life to become a lover of music and at least develop some awareness of how difficult it is to learn and persist in playing an instrument, as not only is music the one unifying language every human can relate to, but can be freely made, enjoyed, and most importantly, it can be shared with an audience. And as music is infinite in nature, you are never lost for conversation when you meet other musicians, be it online or in reality.

Best to not think about such things. You are where you are because that is where you are supposed to be at this moment such that going forward you can become the greatest version of yourself. Or at the very least you become more aware of how much better your situation is than the one others have manifested themselves, or that you are able to avoid finding yourself in a similar predicament to theirs by doing the same thing as they do. I think I got a lot of these lessons by going out on the town with my 40 year old dad and his other 40 and 50 year old friends when I was 19. These were all successful businessmen, who had a range of kids, divorces, and other life experiences only gained through living life itself whilst being beneficiaries of being in the "Boomer" category such saw any investments made at least double in their life by that point in time (6-8x at least by now, especially in property). it also probably helps me that I have no kids and have pretty spent the last the majority of the last 6 years out of the workforce in a midlife retirement of sorts, where I not only got to spend time with my aging Mother, but I got to see how "the other side" of humanity (read as miserable, drug addicted junkies whose lives are so sad and full of delusions that rather than about their use of drugs is to escape the sad state of the existence their choices has resulted in, they try and externalise the blame onto others) lives. The fact that I have sacrificed over a half million dollars of income in this process, yet at the same time have not only survived, but am free of debts and any obligation to anyone but myself and my family to enjoy the fact that I not only exist, but could die at any moment knowing i will die a happy man free of regrets and aware that I not only lived my dreams as my reality, but that I did it because I refused to accept that thinking I could live with the "I wish I did this instead" aka the "Coulda, shoulda, woulda" thoughts plaguing my mind. I can also thank my friend Gavin, who gave himself a shotgun blast to his own dome at 21, for showing me a path I could take, however I refuse to ever do so given that I find life itself only becomes better with time. Especially when you see others for whom such an option would be preferable to the weight of guilt, remorse, regrets and awareness of how they have fucked others over during the entire duration of their lives leaves them as a withering, sad, decrepit, and bitter individual whose existence is comprised of nothing but the hatred they harbour towards themselves which they express outwardly onto others, especially people like Me who love themselves and have made peace with all their internal demons. This only gives me more reason and fuel to be happy and live a long life achieving the goals I stated above, if only to spite them and upon meeting them on the other side of Death seeing me able to flip them a double middle finger and say "Haha, I told you so you stupid fucking retard!". Now I hope you get the "Golden Rule" lesson contained in this post, as if we both have an Angel and Demon on each shoulder, be like Me and choose to make them both your bitches as you have them compete to see which one can give you the best life possible. Also, over my time of intermittently working, I gained new skills and qualifications I never would have gotten had I just continued on the path I was on, and not only am I a better, more empathetic person for it, but I am a better Manager, Leader, Director, Sage, Prophet, Shaman, Spiritual Guide, Artist, Comedian, Lover, Husband, Brother, Son and friend as well. So whatever happens next for Me, trust Me when I say I will continue to hold others accountable for the truthful nature of the reality they have constructed for themselves and bring into my perceptual domain whilst I hold them accountable to themselves in the process. As if there is one thing I will prove over a period of 10000 hours of whoever pays attention to the Golden Rule I learned as my first human memory as a 2 year old kid, there is nothing more satisfying than using one's ego against themselves by being the mirror which reveals the past incarnation of Myself I let go of (the one who shoulders "regrets etc") and the paths I could have taken My future self. As Jorn Lande sings "Lonely are the Brave", yet I will add that only the brave will ever be free.

laying in bed listening to the rain, before I get up to go do my tax return this afternoon.

This show is epic. The greatest part is when he gets issued a legit Death Certificate in India in spite of still being alive. If you ever want to go about becoming a Zombie whilst collecting a sweet travel insurance cheque, now you know how and where to go. I would definitely recommend watching this show to anyone who seeks to travel to the cities featured on it, as you can avoid the taxi scams and other tourist traps that I have fallen for during different trips I made to various places.

Can confirm that swooping magpies are actually scary af. I was getting swooped by some after playing basketball at my old high school years ago one weekend. I was a doubter until it happened to me, and thankfully I survived somehow to tell the tale.

Nice photo. Was this taken with a camera or just a phone, as the focusing and consistency of the DOF is really good.

Who needs a DJ that twiddles knobs when you have this girl who could do the same thing while twiddling your knob eh?

It seems that the tide must be turning for this "Man of Many Hats" as I seem to be collecting hats I find along the path the waves lead me. It is a welcome sight given how many of mine vanished whilst my back was turned or while I drunkenly mocked a chain draped clown at a bar for being the slave he truly is, yet unlike Me, egotistically refuses to accept the truth of his own reality such that his entire existence is comprised of nothing but lies and a false identity built on his bank account balance being the defining factor of who he is.

Anyway I'm heading to try get my last 10 years of traffic infringements as I need it for a job application I am intending on applying for.

Me - *looks down at his jacket* (As I only wear button up jeans) Yep, My scars are still there.

From a mental perspective, I would probably agree.

As a "MO" I would rather not be a "Pro Ho" of any sort, yet I have no issues with "metrosexuals" of any kind, given I am a borderline one myself now that I can look back at the things I have done in the pursuit of making women (& ultimately myself) happier through trial and error with various activities performed by that category of "metrosexual" man. In my early days here I was too young and insecure to probably admit such things, but the best part of now being a grizzled middle aged Man is I don't give a shit about what anyone thinks about Me and whether I have ended up with what the wife calls My "Chinese eyebrow" (the result of letting an ex pluck my eyebrows when I was 21) I now let grow wild. As for what I'm doing right now, I woke up at 4 am to piss, ans it's now 7am as I couldn't get back to sleep. So after watching some Youtube, then listening as I stared into the black abyss watching the electricity fractals I emitted due to charging myself with my neon wand turn into the sickest rap letters imaginable which my toy skills will need to realise the capturing of one day in a translatable medium so others can appreciate them. Now I'm gonna put on a podcast and try to sleep.

I should add that I'm a Master of appreciating the female form to where I no doubt have spent wayyyyyy over 10K hours admiring them. I would say that my writing would be getting up there as well, if one is to take the cumulative time I have spent on forums, Youtube, writing letters, and writing my personal journal that includes my philosophical ideas, it would be close to 10K hours, and easily over that amount of reading is included. Two aspects of life I wish I had 10K hours invested in was my guitar playing and recording music/production, and surfing. I'm still only 42 and in good health so I have plenty of time to get these done before my time is up. After 26 years of playing guitar though, I would be only a couple thousand hours in which is sad really, and surfing would only be in the hundreds of hours at this point. The one thing I would like to learn is Photoshop, yet I have never gotten the perfect tablet/PC setup for it and when the full PS came out for my iPad Pro I had to be unemployed and unable to handle the $20 a month subscription fee for it.

Chillin and reading the oontz after what feels like a productive day that hopefully should see me progressing towards my near term goals.

I believe that this image may have been sighted by me at some stage of my life if my memory doesn't deceive me. Perhaps it was from one of the "Newsstand special" issues of Playboy as opposed to the actual centerfold version, although given the amount of magazines that passed through my hands as the "Dealer" of such fine publications in my friends circle it is difficult to actually be 100% certain in this instance. Apologies for the slight transgression from the intention of the thread I made above, but it seems I helped it get back on track.

Anyway I'm heading to my Mothers to pickup a lightning cable I left there. Perhaps I might reupload my video where I caught myself get struck by lightning in a church carpark to Youtube and post here so you can see how I am not only able to shoot lightning from my fingertips but I can survive a direct lightning bolt to the dome. As for a toaster in the bathtub blast, if the universe doesn't comply to karmically alleviate my financial limitations soon that will become an increasingly attractive option, that is, if the roommate didn't have a stack of dishes sitting in the bathtub precluding such a scenario eventuating, but whatever.

I hear you there about living beyond what my finances enable me to. Hence whatever rage and venom tonality implied through my posts here is directed singularly towards the frustration which emanates from such shit. Whilst I make the most of what I have, the impositions that prevent me from acquiring more currency to change this is the greatest source of my frustration. Dominos margherita pizza for $7 and a can of baked beans plus a muffin works out at about $12.50 a day and I can just survive off of this, so the fact that I can eat for less than or about $100 a week isn't bad in todays Australia. At least I have no debts other than my phone so if I can start working I should be fine provided I don't 3x my food expenses.

The recommended driving soundtrack can be provided by old Master Joe here. If Jesus is the "Son of Joseph" then Mr Satriani is the Zen Master I would happily call "Father" given He inspired me to pickup guitar over a bass.

^ and that same offer will extended to all you whom have given me a laugh on here over the years as I stated before. Procurement of "Fuck you money" pending of course.

My username on other forums is actually SestoElemento and it is my dream "fuck money is no object" car of choice and I had a picture of one as a huge laptop adorning sticker was plastered on my bank work laptop, the fact that I left there to go drive it's spawn in a Huracan was too sweet. So you are a man of fine taste, but if I was to get a Porsche it would have to be a 911 of some sort given I got married on 911 (9th November, but still the "Oz" 911 no less). And congrats on putting in words the driving experience of a Huracan as you described it perfectly. And if I ever get in the position of having a Sesto Elemento, I'll make sure you get to track it for a few laps, if only for being brave enough to share the same dream as I have and to have put it out there, even though it should have gone in the goals thread I started for that exact purpose 😛 Because if I ever get in that position, I could fly you and your Mrs out and give you both matching Gold and emerald adorned DAO chains (Green and gold being the Aussie colours of course) to remember the experience by.

A George Floyd style banana. The classic.

Quite possibly. I mean someone has to be a "Master" in this domain of self gratification, and in case it isn't obvious I enjoy verbally "masturbating" if my post lengths are any indication.