Ihop Philosophy
Spring time road trips. Full moon nights. We are young and we should be living our lives while we can. So many people are so damn serious and focused on money money money. These people think they are breaking free from the system but they are just cascading further into the abyss of slavery with every missed opportunity to truly live. they may be alive but they are not living. they need to embrace freedom. freedom to steal that 6 pack from the gas station and run. freedom to pull the fire alarm on the way out. freedom to live like a homeless person and sit under the full moon in that grassy knoll next to the ihop with your love.
thinking about life. thinking about the past, the now, and the ever present looming mystery of what is yet to come. life has a funny way of ensuring that ones destiny is fulfilled. a man of destiny acts without question.
he does not try to control the uncontrollable.
he is free from the shackles of dread and doubt.
there may be times where the disassociation rears is horns. those times when you break character. those times when you see yourself as the younger less evolved version of yourself. the child inside. the child needs to be healed.
the night is getting darker. the air colder. the love stronger.
she is so free. he is so present. the divine masculine and feminine have come together over spiked apple cider and menthol camels.
they are making out again. her lips softer than ever. she always tastes like peaches. my little thing.
its been a long day. the thoughts never stop. the hotel room feels like a jail cell so sleeping outside under the stars feels right. do you ever feel trapped? enclosed? Claustrophobia is the most noble of phobias. humans are meant to occupy space. lots of it. to conquer new ones. they want us living in boxes. they make the architecture ugly and dull. there is signs of attempted beautification but it’s saddening.
burn it all down. destroy everything that exists. we need a reset. everything happens in cycles and it’s time to turn the pedals on the bicycle of time.
start somewhere small. burn the ugly concrete and stucco nameless abandoned building. cover your face. hide your tracks.
she lays her head on my chest. i love when she does that. she feels safe here.
that sparkle in her eyes i hope it never dies because if it does so will i
men should do everything in their power to make her feel safe, in a protective territorial way. become strong. build a lean muscular physique. never back away from an opposing threat. be not afraid of conflict.
she wants to be in the presence of a beast. most men are meek and small.
do you have faith in god? you should have faith in yourself. faith in your own ability that no matter what you will come out okay. you are resilient. you are never breaking.
a man of destiny acts without question. he embraces the freedom of being alive. he acts without question. he is ever-present. there is not much thinking, but lots of doing. he is an instinctual creature with survival instincts.
I think im going to fake my death. I just want to be free from the shackles of society. I want to live a simple life of dedication to craft, love, and family. not meaningless work that exists under the guise of honorable time well spent.
it’s time to go back to the box now. the jail cell of the cheap hotel room. immediately upon walking in I feel my anxiety creeping back. I haven’t slept in days. why is there so much pressure upon sleeping?
part of being a young man is staying up for days. drinking a little to much. smoking a cigarette. taking her to that secret spot. most guys are complete dullards and normies who can’t comprehend how in the hell people enjoy things like going out to bars or those spontaneous trips to the beach at midnight.
the man of destiny acts without question.
I thank you for reading this far. If you enjoyed, leave a like and share with your mentally deranged aunt.
Love,
Garrett Gainz.