It might sound proposterous, but that's precisely what I wanted EB to do, for the past year or so, whether in Italy of anywhere else. Be serene and in peace with himself and those around you. He chose to let his frustration get to him to the point he could no longer see straight, and he took on Italy as the scapegoats of all that is wrong in Western Europe and perhaps the world.Rock wrote:Maybe he sees you as a personification of all he hates about Italy. If that's his reason for lashing out at you, very lame and immature. I wouldn't put it past him. He's pretty abrasive sometimes.
But he doesn't come off as the braggart type. He never makes lofty claims of dating lots of hot women. Nor does he often talk of making a high income like several others on this forum such as Paloaltoguy, Newlifeinthefillipines, and you Duende. He seems straightforward, tell it like it is style according to his personal impressions and experiences on the podcast and in most of his posts. In this regard, he's similar to Winston, not some Oiltrader big talk man.
At the very minimum, he's got a great opportunity. He's all set. Decent enough looking, resident in an exciting foreign city, EU citizenship, income sources, and intelligent. Now he just has to get his head out of his a** and make some interesting things happen.
EB, prove Duende wrong. Live the life, take lots of photos, and share them here along with your stories. Show us what a great place Berlin really is.
When did I "often" talk about making high income, Rock. The mention about the house was the first ever in my posting history, and I think I made a passing mention of my wages a few days ago just because PaloAltoGuy or some other nutter of the same specimen was bragging that he could make thousands a day while people like me with normal jobs were doomed to depressed salaries and professional misery. I just wanted to point out that, in many cases, working for someone else might pay off and certainly offer less risk.
You guys better stop thinking of me as a frustrated white collar mang.ina whose purpose here is to provide some balance and punching ball action in a discourse entirely biased towards seeking Truth and Freedom, amazing sexual adventures in exotic locales, and such. If, indeed when any of you lashes out at me and show themselves as a arrogant or a hypocrite, I react. When the debate becomes personal, I react. As Jester wisely said, my white gloves have come off a long time ago.
I know EB is not the bombastic bragging type of guy, never said that. He is no Roosh, or PAG. Yet, a true Americano, he still feels the need to define himself as in contrast with someone else. He is happy in Berlin because Italy is s*it and thanks heaven he's not living there anymore. He is (or says he is) satisfied with his highly mobile job and exciting lifestyle because he is not an cog in the machine like me. Of course neither sides of the story are 100% transparent and credible, as he is no lazy bum and he does have a boss like anybody else, and I have a hard time falling into the definition of a corporate slave.
Perhaps having to antagonise with your neighbour is part of your culture and you don't find it peculiar, but we Europeans might, and surely I do. I find it quite artificial, and a cheap narrative the seller needs to believe in before he can sell others to it.
In a way, it was a sadistic pleasure indeed to sit with you and our Skype connections, me listening to your endless rants about how shitty Italy must be if you couldn't pull poon using Roosh's advice, when you were the one shunning every chance under the sun to establish meaningful connections with the locals, even despite the obvious cultural and language barriers. That man was a hopeless bum, that woman was a lowly barista who won't speak fluent English, those girls are kind of intellectual but trashy and leftwing, that girl gave me some attention but she's Albanian and I want Italian middle class cuties, I could go out more but nobody is inviting me (then when somebody does invite you you pull an excuse and ignore them).
