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The Real Men Are Busy

This is a guest post by Robert Koch.

“I’m too busy. I have no time for worry.”
Winston Churchill

If you played a drinking game in which you had to take a shot every time you read a whiny comment on a popular manosphere blog, you’d die of alcohol poisoning before reaching the bottom of the page. Why are there so many haters? Because the men who actually take action don’t have time to sit around and write negative responses. In a world of sloth and laziness, finding a purpose is an act of rebellion. A guy who buys a book about picking up women and follows its instructions, will be so busy that he won’t have time to troll the book’s author. The same goes for anyone who hits the gym, or starts a business; they’re occupied to the point that the luxury of inactivity will never present itself.


Even if you don’t want to run a side business or chase girls, you still need something to occupy your time. Learn a foreign language, start playing guitar, read a book; just stop wasting away your life. Trust me, being idle is poisonous for you. I know because I used to be one of the many couch dwelling do-nothings who populate the earth. I had no girlfriend, I was out of shape, and I was miserable all of the time. Once I started taking action, my life changed considerably. Things I’d once only dreamed of became my reality, the “impossible” became easily obtainable. It was great.


Then I fell off. I started coasting, and things soon spiraled out of control. My awesome life became pretty sucky and I went back to square one. I’d love to lie, to say that I immediately jumped on my problems and got my life back in order; but we both know that’s not how human behavior works. I spent several months wallowing in my own sorrows, thinking that nobody had it worse than me. I effectively regressed to a butthurt hater. Then, one day, I picked up a kettlebell and swung it around until I almost passed out. I got so tired that I didn’t even have the energy to hate and be angry. Every day for two months I’d swing that kettlebell around until I was exhausted. And every day, I noticed that my life was, on a near infinitesimal level, improving. I started reading again, I’d go out and hit on girls, and I’d draft up new business ideas. Within a very short time, my schedule was filled to the point that I didn’t have “free time.” Even while I was eating or driving, I’d still be working on something. As I worked more, my productive momentum began to drastically increase, things that were once difficult became fun. I developed an addiction to challenge.

As much fun as complaining might be, it will get you nowhere in life. Every hour you spend sulking in negativity, someone else will spend improving himself. You can continue down the path of rationalization and stagnation, or you can take action and start improving your life. The choice is entirely up to you.

Robert Koch blogs at 30 Days to X.

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