How a failed, butthurt gamer found success beneath the wreckage of a broken controller

Some of you know I used to be a big gamer when I was a kid.

I was 7 years old when the original Nintendo came out and immediately became obsessed with Super Mario Brothers and Duck Hunt. Then later on, Zelda, Punch Out, Metroid, and eventually, almost every game they ever put out.

I then moved on to Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis, Turbografx-16, Playstation 1, and even the Neo-Geo.

Like most young kids, I was addicted to gaming. I loved all genres, including RPG’s.

I remember playing one of the Final Fantasies that introduced a new dynamic. This was the first time that an RPG gave you two teams of 4 characters, along with the option to switch back and forth between each team whenever you wanted.

As you know with RPG’s, it can take forever to build up your characters’ experience points. Having to jack up 4 characters was hard enough, but doing the same with all 8 would be a massive time suck.

So I decided to stick with my main crew and jack all their skills to the nines. There was no point in developing the backup team since my main crew was on point.

Everything was gucci in Gamer Land… until I reached the final boss fight.

For some reason, the developers thought it would be a good idea to FORCE you to switch teams after every 10 rounds or so, which meant that my d-list crew had to occasionally step in to battle the last baddy.

The crippling clusterfu*k?

If either of your teams died, it was gaaaaame ooooover and you had to start the fight from the beginning.

My d-listers would get quickly squashed about 10 minutes in, forcing me to restart over and over while trapped in a godforsaken failure loop like it was Groundhog Day.

The only saved game on file had me respawning right before the final boss with no way to kill any baby turtles for extra XP’s.

In other words, since it was too late to improve the d-listers, I was totally F’D. If I wanted to beat the game, I would have to start over again from the very beginning.

So what’s the moral of this stupid story?

After repeatedly smashing my controller against my skull until I was sufficiently concussed, I decided right then and there to avoid RPG’s for the rest of my life.

F that anticlimactic bullsh*t. Never again.

Wait, there’s supposed to be more to this. Oh yeah…

I decided right then and there that I would never skip an opportunity to jack up my XP’s in EVERY POSSIBLE AREA.

I mentioned on Friday that I became obsessed with personal development and made it my mission to level-up in all areas of my life.

Well, I’m pretty sure this incident was the catalyst for all that.

One of my most recent self-development projects was learning how to shoot guns.

I went from being nervous to hold one to being one of those weirdos who has an AR mounted on a wall in his home office just in case someone tries to kidnap one of the Mindvana girls from under my desk.

(I’m just kidding, feminists. The girls aren’t allowed to leave the kitchen.)

Now how did this happen? I simply decided I wanted to be comfortable (and proficient) with 3 different platforms, and I made it a reality in about a year’s time. (If I didn’t live in a god-forsaken blue state, I’d also own a sniper rifle by now.)

My point is this… I decide I want to learn something and I then go learn it. And when random opportunities to learn new things pop up, I say “yes” far more than I say “no.” It’s just a simple principle that I live by that you can also adopt.

It’s hard to disagree that it’s important for a man to be useful to his family, friends, and his community. So why not learn as much as you possibly can in all areas of life?

If nothing else, it will help you avoid the shame of being the most useless guy in the neighborhood when the Zombie Apocalypse comes to town.

Anyhoo, I’m also constantly upgrading all the skills I already have.

For example, I realized that I was sending out a lot of crappy emails, so I made it a habit to write 5 new posts each week starting last January. As with most things, if you write often enough, you’ll eventually start to improve.

Somewhere around July, I realized that I was pumping out some semi-decent stuff, so I started the LHF blog which now has about 120 posts you can go check out if you missed any of the glorious wisdom I dispensed during the garbage months of 2020.

This overall approach to skill building does come with side-effects, however. You never get to rest for very long.

I’ve already locked myself back in the lab to work on improving Mindvana. It’s only been a month or so, but I’ve already made half a dozen changes which are currently being tested and tweaked by my small crew of Mindvana maniacs.

One of the perks of being a coaching client is that you get all the latest bleeding-edge enhancements, such as new ways to get smokeshow models to show up half naked at your front door, ready and willing to ingest the holy sacrament that is Mindvana 2.0.

And if you missed Sunday’s deadline to apply for 1-on-1 coaching, well, you snooze, you lose, bud. Maybe next time.

But the good news is that you won’t need any hand-holding to learn this stuff. The original Mindvana home study course will hand you my cheat codes to blowing women’s minds with a few button presses.

And you can scoop them up right here:

>>>Check yourself into gamer rehab and start developing the only character in your life who truly matters

Ciao for now,


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