I (Try) to Come in Peace
One thing I’ve learned recently with all these attacks on me:
Most people simply attack. Blindly.
Do they ever click through to this site?
Read the 1,200+ articles I’ve written here?
Listened to one of my nearly 250 podcasts?
They take my 280 characters, spin it whichever way fits their narrative for ego preservation, and then blindly attack, attack, attack.
I don’t understand it. Why bother attacking someone online you don’t even know?
I was always the nice kid growing up. As a child, I never understood why kids would bully me for no reason. And believe me, I was bullied plenty indeed…
Years later, I still can’t comprehend this.
If you’re an anon avatar, and we’ve never talked — why do mere words make you want to attack?
What is the point?
You’re entitled to your opinion, certainly. Fine and dandy. And if you don’t like me, that’s cool too.
But to take the narrative of 280 characters and then attempt character assassination is a poor play.
Social Media’s Poison
I tell you, I saw a couple of friends using Twitter earlier this year to build their brand. They were massively successful with it. They took Dropshipping, which was extremely prevalent on both YouTube and Instagram, and just moved those concepts to Twitter. They took off.
I thought, “Hey, that seems like a good idea. I should start taking Twitter seriously—I’ll give it a shot, too. It seems like people aren’t reading blogs anymore, and I can build some connections.”
So I did.
I refocused some of my general efforts there, and the proof is in the pudding. I’ll let these numbers speak for themselves—I’m just not sure I like the underlying things that are being spoken to me.
Obviously, September was highlighted by the feminist hate mob coming after me, but there have been plenty of people that have come after me that I wouldn’t have expected to. Random accounts, that have seemingly followed me for years, or know way too much about me, suddenly just sniping at me behind their own 280 characters.
Like I said above, I can’t understand it.
Maybe It’s Time to Change It Up
While this has certainly been a fun experiment for the last 90 days or so, I can’t help but think that maybe I’m being led in the wrong direction.
My strength has always been in writing.
I think that’s evident by how the blog and email list have grown over the past years.
And maybe, just maybe, I’ve gone a bit too much marketing, and have lost roots of what made Trouble successful in the first place. I’m not writing many books anymore—what’s the point, when Amazon allows people to leave fake reviews on all of my titles, without ever even buying them.
Social media has allowed me explosive growth, but has also invited all sorts of vicious attacks at my character, personal life, and business. I would be lying if I said these attacks weren’t malicious at their worst—and simply annoying (read: aging) at best.
Simply put, I am a relatively simple man and have never really desired to have the spotlight on me. It’s why you don’t see me posting pictures of the stuff I’m doing out in Europe. I desire a bit of privacy and peace.
At the same time, I do have a message to share with the world.
I want to help men become aware of the pitfalls of the modern western dating world—because who knows where the hell my life would be if I hadn’t gone down the rabbit hole. More than likely, I’d still be working a miserable job, stuck in a miserable relationship, and I’d be staring down the barrel of more misery for the rest of my life.
Instead, I managed to get out of that relationship, become reasonably good with women, build a business, and move across the world.
I won’t try to kid myself.
When I moved out here and decided to “go for it”, I put my face out there. That cannot be put back in the bag. I was astutely aware of this when I did it, and made my peace with that.
But perhaps I need to take a step back from the social media.
Catch-22 with Selo Oils
Of course, I got involved with Selo Oils in July as well, and naturally, used Twitter to grow that account. And I’d wager it’s responsible for a large part of our first-day sales (thank you!).
So that’s a bit of a pickle.
But, I will say this—I uninstalled Twitter from my phone this morning. I have not sat down and wrote a blog post like this, completely raw, in months. Perhaps longer, since I’ve begun doing daily emails. And yeah, I’ll send this out in a daily email, but I’ve always thought of this site as a longer-form way to express myself—and to hopefully change some lives while I’m at it.
I feel good as I put the closing touches on this.
It has been too long.
Perhaps removing the 24/7 lifeline in my pocket to Twitter will be sufficient enough. Perhaps I can return to what built my business originally, and what truly made me happy. Arguing with people on social media, where any idiot can have a 280 character voice, is clearly not it for me in the long term.
And while I won’t just write it off completely, I need to be aware of it, and manage it accordingly.
Of course, there is a part of me that thinks writing posts like this are no longer viable.
People don’t have the attention spans, and are slaves to refreshing their feeds for the next hit of dopamine. But maybe, just maybe, I need to put some more faith back in the hands of the very pieces that got me started in the first place.