How To Get Amazing Part 1

[Keithemson]

I was a child of a middle class family in israel. Looking back, the amount of comfort I had was just unhealthy no obligations no ambition I dident do school work I had completed freedom to watch tv and eat all day in my room alone.

Over weight and shy,unpopular (not that I cared), unsuccessful with girls or anything else! 

After high school, being israeli, I could choose where to be drafted into the israeli defence forces.

I chose the navy for its relatively easy and safe positions while maintaining a combatunt status ( its good for getting girls, the food is better and you even get an extra 100$/month) 

After being accepted I miraculassly found my way to the most easy job I could have possibly gotten maintaining a combatunt status. In fact it was a woman's job. I was sent to the border to man a radar facilitie of the Navy where 95% of the staff where woman ages 18-22.

if only i where then the person I am today It would have been heaven. There I stayed for two and a half years of a jail sentence. Looking a a screen or a camera monitor or a radar suffering from depression, constant fear and low self asteem for doing a woman's job.

The fear came from me doing whatever the fuck I liked dispite the rules but within the boundaries. I would never do anything serious , but I would sneek out from time to time, go to the beach, workout after hours, brake into the kitchen at 2 am to eat. Mostly anxiety came from me "braking my guard" as we used to call it. I would read a book or play on my phone or occasionally have a girl in my gurd post to makeout of which the penalty was jail (any of the mentiond would be costly, in addition ,every day in jail would be an extra day of duty which I was counting down ever fucking minutes as it was, so 6 months in jail was undiserable ) I hated my shifts 4 hours long 6 hours long just looking at a screen every fucking day, I was 19! So I would do anything but do my job well. I made it an art. I perfected and traind myself to not get cought.

One night (by chance the only night I ever fell asleep on the job) I was in my tall guard tower post. At the top was a small room dimlly lit by some monitors. I heard the door close, befor I knew it I was on my feet having a conversation with the officer on duty that night. You never knew when they might sneek up. Try to get you. That was his job. My job was to say fuck you.

Afriend recommend "the game" by Neil Strauss. This book taught me well that i can learn anything there is to learn.

by the end I had every key to the facility I had access to food, snacks coffee,The ping pong room, the tv room all of it Buy the end of my services i was the king. The stress and depression where still there up untill the very last moment. Even My last day in the IDF was stressful. It is not a plesunt organisations.

[Guest]

Interesting title. Many man search for awesomeness, they want to get amazing, to become awesome. They are always searching for it. Trying to get it, working hard, giving too much fuck.

But the first step always is to realize you are amazing already, and literally say it: "I am amazing!"and always think this way, with this mindset you can work and live your life to the fullest. That's the difference between the mediocre guys and the amazing guys. The mediocre guys always want to "get"/become amazing, while the amazing guys know that they simply are amazing.

 

[Keithemson]

You are absolutely right thank you.

Even befor I made a big transformation I allways had this pride and high self asteem even if I wasn't confident.

[Keithemson]

After my service in the israeli navy i was stuck. Every morning I woke into a blue juvenile room. some family member would allways be shouting or arguing.

Or maybe the afternoon sun shining in through the windows form all directions. I would crawl out of bed and waste another day.

"I need to get a job" i decided one day, I got up showerd dressed and walked 500 meters to the neighborhood shopping center. There where afew resteruntes, and shops. I happend to walk into one shop that was new to me, it is not clear till this day what exactly do they sell, some kind of Internet sports supplys plus kitchen gagets.  "hey, you need a worker? " i said. The two men looked at me, one was fat and bald ,he said no. The other asked about my English skills. They where exellante! I replied not understanding the meaning of exellance at all.

I got the job though it was at that guys house, selling art online. this would be my first real job.

Prior I only worked part time teaching kids to play dungeness and dragons and ofcorse, 3 years in the navy, which did nothing to teach me the skills nor the habits a good life demands. So here I am, twentie one years old, no body ever showed me the right exsample, nobody thought me a thing. Once in awhile I was given a simple correction but it was not accepted. 

I blame my pearents For not being leaders. For being ignorant underachievers, I still love them.

I vow here and now that I will not be like them. I will give my offspring what they need ,not what they think they want.

Next on my departure to Australia and the opening of my business.

Hope you enjoy reading. Since yesterday I will try to write something new everyday in order to improve my skills in writing. So costructive critecisem and even spell check in is welcome.

[Keithemson]

About 4 months left for my service in the Navy, you tend to get this question often "what will you do next?" "what will you study?"

well i did something quite unusual. instead of going to wait tables and save money so i can travel or start my higher education i decided to go live abroad and sell Dead sea skin care. my Training started then because i wanted to leave that place the moment i could i wanted to leave the day i was discharged!

the business is this, you find young energetic good looking people, briefly train them while promising them they will make thousands of dollars a week, and in fact some of them do! did you ever go to the mall was stopped buy some Israeli guy selling something? some of them make in one month what others make annually! 

so long story short, i wanted to leave ASAP, arrived at Sydney four months late. it was amazing for me. i was free! in the mall talking English all day, being confident and funny. i could stop people by offering them free samples and then manipulate them into buying an eye cream or serum or what eve.

 I was never amazing but i was good for the start. on your feet, eight hours a day or more,  trying to cold sell strangers. Extreme emotional labor, all day, six long days a week. Rejection after rejection, no no no after no. not many stay. even less continue to do this for years. But what i loved and kept me was the psychology, the understanding and manipulation that just fascinated me. in many senses its similar to pick up, that might help relate. Many days where horrible! i would get sad or depressed and unmotivated, but this was a commission only based salary so i had to just do it or not eat. i would make 3 thousand AUD a month but others where making that weekly! or much more. Some sales companies are dishonest and aggressive, in fact most are, but you can be honest and you dont have to be aggressive, and that was my style. i was nice. and every other amazing sales person in this industry that i have met was a total piece of human shit with sever emotional disorders and obsessions of sorts.

in this company i met my business partner. he was an introvert social outcast like me, and we became good friends.(not that there was something wrong with us, he was french and i was British Israeli surrounded by immature Israeli 21 year olds. we just preferd to keep to ourselves) taking our days off together getting thai massages. he is french, left home at 17 to live in Thailand and way more advance then me in personal development, but at that time we both dident know that, and he offerd me to open our Owen shops and i agreed because it seemed interesting and i had nothing better to do. so we continued to work and i saved some money, went traveling in Thailand for a month after the Christmas of 2012. we where both 22 when we decided to start our new lives in the kingdom of thailand