The Original Red Pill: “Escaping From Reality Without Really Trying”

I was recently recommended a book to read and review: “Escaping from Reality Without Really Trying” by Robert Jah-co-Bee, and I think the title encapsulates the state of many men in this post-feminist world.

It seems escapism is the new norm: don’t cultivate a life that reflects your values and joys—instead, work a 9-to-5 job you HATE and rely on that 2 week vacation every year to be your only taste of freedom—and I say “taste” because I don’t care how adventurous and daring you think your trip to Mexico was, at the end of the day, if you had a tour guide holding your hand the whole time…you still didn’t really escape…escape from the prison of your own fears.

And that’s what the main character in “Escaping From Reality Without Really Trying” chooses to avoid doing: living a life of quiet desperation, always wondering: What if?

Based on the true story of a merchant seaman and his 40 years of travel, one of the things I really enjoyed in this book is when main character decides to make that one, defining choice that proves your commitment to living life to the fullest.

And what choice is that? Leave behind all your attachments, and leap forward into the unknown.

For all of us, this choice will look different: for you, it might mean quitting your job and committing to turning your passions into a career.

For main character, it was becoming a merchant seaman and traveling the world, getting hammered drunk and having as many one-night stands with foreign women as possible.

Of course, the decision to drop everything and commit to a life of passion is one that the system dissuades you from choosing.

And this is one of the things I loved about this book: the fact that it succinctly summarizes this common real-world dilemma, but in the context of a man’s PERSONAL life journey confronting it.

And I guess when you leave the matrix of the system, and you venture off to travel the world, you’re bound to see the deeper truths about society that transcend political correctness.

“Escaping From Reality Without Really Trying” is an entertaining read full of exotic locations, insane barroom stories about brawls and babes, and to me it’s greatest value is that the main character—based on a REAL MAN and his accounts—took the red pill decades before any of us even knew what the red pill was.

Those who are certain enough in themselves to pioneer the unbeaten path which makes it easier for us to navigate life’s challenges, deserve our praise and attention. If you guys are interested in the book, check out the link here: http://www.amazon.com/Escaping-Reality-Without-Really-Trying/dp/0615434894

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One thought on “The Original Red Pill: “Escaping From Reality Without Really Trying”

  1. I like the idea of traveling the world to gain perspective, but without the debauchery that might do harm in the long run.

    And who’s fault is it that a person hates his/her mundane job anyway? Sometimes it’s the ungrateful person who can’t appreciate the simple things in life. A hedonist will never be satisfied with normal, everyday things. Ask an average person whether he/she would rather eat a piece of apple pie (which is loaded with refined sugar) or an ordinary (healthy) apple. Personally, I’ll take the apple.

    You really hit the nail on the head with why feminism doesn’t exist in Third World countries. It’s ironic that men are the ones who indirectly caused feminism by creating a technological society that makes life too easy, and men only perpetuate feminism when they have sex with sluts. People have become a bunch of spoiled, self-indulgent brats.

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