It’s cool you clicked this link.
We’re off to a strong start.
Let’s not be silly: I have no idea why you, specifically, are here, but now that you are, there’s stuff I can do for you.
Validation, for one… but not like, blind, idiotic validation.
I’m going to prove you’re way more worthy than you think you are with mathematical precision.
I will be right.
Then, I’m going to recalibrate you.
You’re going to like it.
It’s going to feel good.
And then you’re going to be so fucking happy you got here.
You’re welcome.
If you want to express your gratitude, I accept food.
It’s all on fire out there.
The shit gears are grinding against the other shit gears without oil.
Do gears need oil? I don’t know things.
I’m pretty sure the oligarchs are winning, though.
That’s bad.
Um.
But, I’m a little too optimistic for sanity.
And I’m also really smart.
So.
We can still have good stuff.
Like… good vibes and good connections and good moments and good moods… except way more of them than we already are having.
I’m psychotically (dangerously?) committed to forcing the universe to begrudgingly surrender those good things to you.
Hold onto something.
We’re going to be talking a hell of a lot about your “emotions” and “how does that make you feel.”
Stop groaning. Jesus christ.
Pay attention.
It’s not going to be like that.
The approach is going to be viciously mechanical. Biological. Wet and electric.
It’s going to be so morbidly logical and minutely observed, it’s going to make you a little worried that I’m in your house, watching you.
Maybe I am.
Stop scratching your butt. There’s a lady present.
The Three Start-Up Courses
Guys.
Please stop panicking.
I know my history.
This time is different - I’ve stress-tested the system to find out how much I can do before crashing out again (I mean, to be fair, it was severe depression followed by COVID followed by the second-worst flu of my entire life that took me down for three whole fucking months, but I digress…).
Anyways. It’s fine.
It’s all going to be fine.
I have better, more reliable systems in place. Super secret systems.
It’s all going to be good.
Anyways.
We have three courses with solid workflows.
They’re fucking awesome.
You’re going to like them.
They’re not filled in, yet, but I’ve installed the framework so you can get an operational blueprint of how they’re going to work.
Much of the background work is already done. These things develop in phases.
The Soldier and the Pixie: Man’s Little Empathy Pillow
You’re going to like this.
This is where we really get into the “Men’s Mental Health” aspect, specifically.
Not just mental health.
Mental health for men.
We’re going to apply an industrial rotary drill rig into the issues that impact men more than women.
We’re going to talk about your experience.
And it’s going to be so warm and soft while we do it.
The Hidden Rationality of Your Worst Failures
Holy shit are we ever going to get into it.
We’re going to strip down psychology into its mathematical components.
It’s going to be shocking.
We’ve already run the simulations.
They fucking work with surgical precision and they’re going to make you feel so much better about literally every single thing you’ve ever done in your life.
We’re going to pin-point every single error-pivot and then patch it.
With gut-wrenching precision.
Diagnostic Mode: Oops, We Melted the Wires Again
Okay, so.
Sometimes, you get the stray agent in the community who is… producing structural noise within the perimeter..
This is the section being built to gently re-direct those behaviors.
They target specific problem areas that we’ve seen crop up more than once.
Now, we don’t have to sit and explain it to them, we just [kindly] point them to the relevant chapter and it will hold their hand through the process.
Holy fuck. Get in on this.
This is the only terminal where the hardware is actually being recalibrated.
Leave your digital address.
I’ll ping you when the next airlock opens.
No spam.
No empowerment clichés.
Just the signal.