Truth. This is scary. I’m so used to trying to say the right thing.
I just got back from doing laundry. I followed up on a plan to look for a microwave at the Goodwill next door, and I did. Having spoken to the cashier already, I asked her if they had a book collection, as most thrift stores usually have one. She pointed me back to a corner I’d not seen.
I found “No More Mr. Nice Guy”, a hardcover. For all of $1.50, and it was new. I hesitated at first, having not run Emp4 in 24 hours. I picked up EOG last night, and have been running it full-time, Stage 1.
I read maybe 15 pages in, and it’s me–all the way.
Fuck. What is said is true. I try to hide my weaknesses for the manipulative reason that “you’ll like me”. Yes, it’s true. Lying has been a habit–and so has me ingraining the belief that I’m a nice guy. I could go on and on and on…since it’s true.
I’m scared shitless airing this now, but it was empowering to read more moment by moment.
Something related to subs and these questionable motivations I’ll share here. I bought EOG last night remembering using another vendor’s money sub, and I felt empowered and increasingly more competent during that time, slowly but surely. I currently have made quite a bit, and I’ve used Emperor for the Mogul piece heavily. I’ve found making decisions with money easy, and after reading @SaintSovereign’s explanation that Mogul could only contain so much as a single stage, I bought EOG via Quadpay.
What I’m questioning with my money is me making big decisions to create a foundation/organization to “help” those in need. Even today, I bought a coworker breakfast, and I felt uncomfortable as I was aware I was waiting on validation, acceptance, and him “needing” me (those all being nice guy motivations). I could beat myself up for this–really I could–but Dr. Glover says not to. I’ve just been using scarcity thinking to get needs met. Self-validation, self belief, self liking–I’ve not had these. So I’ve played others for it day in and day out, all of my life.
This could sound like a self pity monologue. Self pity makes me miserable. Honesty helps me and encourages me. I’m fucking scared I manipulated others in this writing–but fuck NO! I’m tired of being helpless. That self-accusation I say “fuck off!” to.