One of the primary reasons that Westerners are so unhappy today is that they marry the country they happen to currently live in.
If this were 40 years ago, that might be fine. But in the modern era and in the middle of a collapsing Western world, this is a terribly stupid and chaotic idea.
I do something very different, and I’ve been talking about this for many years now. Whenever I move to a country and settle there as a living flag, I never marry that country. Instead, I date that country.
You know the difference between marriage and dating. In marriage, you have to make everything work. If something doesn’t work, you do your best to correct it because you don’t want the catastrophic option of getting a divorce or having to murder your spouse.
When you date someone, if serious problems come up, no problem, you just leave. (That’s of course assuming you don’t have oneitis, but that’s a topic for another time.)
Dating someone is a lot safer than marrying someone.
If you marry someone, you have a long-term vested interest in what that person does or does not do.
As I’ve talked about in my books and blogs, the challenge with that is if that person changes at any point in the next 57 years, even if it’s not your fault, and even if you had nothing to do with that change, you are basically fucked.
Whereas if you’re dating someone, you can spend a little time correcting it if you want, but if it’s a serious problem and you get nowhere with it, you just end the relationship and move on to someone else.
To be clear, I am not talking here about real marriage to a woman or actually dating a woman. I’ve been married for almost ten years (nonmonogamously, of course, OLTR Marriage), and I think it’s great, and I love my wife.
But we’re talking about countries here, not women.
Marrying a country is even worse than marrying a woman because if you’re married to a woman, you can make the argument that you have some control over what she does.
But shit, if you marry a country, particularly a large, powerful, bloated, collapsing Western country, you have literally zero control over what that country does, the stupid shit it engages in, and its long-term future.
All you can do is sit around, cross your fingers, freak out, and complain on Twitter. (And of course, vote in stupid Presidential elections that give you a slight emotional charge for a few weeks but don’t change a fucking thing, something Americans in particular still haven’t figured out.)
I’ll be very specific. Here’s the difference between me and the majority of you reading these words.
I live in Dubai and Paraguay. As I type this article, I am sitting comfortably in Paraguay, taking in the clean, fresh air and admiring the view after arriving a few days ago from Dubai.
You probably live in the Collapsing USA, Cuckoo Canada, Suicidal Europe, or somewhere similar. God help you.
Unlike you, I’m not married to where I live.
This means I am not married to Dubai nor Paraguay.
I love Dubai and Paraguay, but if they really piss me off or do something I don’t like, within 60 days at the very most, I will be gone. I will move out of the country and never return (except perhaps to briefly visit my women there, maybe).
I can do that because:
I’m location-independent, with 100% location-independnet income.
I have a full Five Flags setup (multiple permanent residences, bank accounts in multiple countries, etc)
I don’t emotionally marry any country, even if I really love it.
Does that mean I dislike Dubai or Paraguay? Not at all. I love these two countries.
Dubai and Paraguay are fantastic countries to date. They’re not perfect because no country is, but these two countries are totally hot, have long blonde hair, big boobs, they’re great in bed, and they treat you right.
Unlike the Collapsing USA, who is an angry, overweight bitch who screams at you all day and starts useless fights with everyone.
Or Cuckoo Canada, who is completely crazy and constantly threatens you with a butcher knife while telling you that you’re the problem.
Or Suicidal Europe, a disgusting old lady who spends all of her time having condomless sex with other men, getting STDs and diseases, constantly getting beaten up, and who then calls you a racist when you tell her what she’s doing is probably not a good idea.
So I absolutely love my two homes…
…but because I’m not married to these two countries, I can bail the fuck out with minimal emotional fuss whenever I want if there’s ever any serious problem.
Now let’s take you, or at least statistically you. (I realize not all of you are like this and you are my brothers; well done.) Let’s say you live in the Collapsing USA.
If you’re like most modern-day Americans, left or right, that means that you are likely married to the United States. (Again, God help you.)
Because you are married to the United States instead of dating the United States, you have a massive vested interest in anything the United States does right or wrong.
If anything goes wrong (and shit goes wrong almost every week), you completely lose your mind and freak out, scream on the internet, try to get people to vote for certain people, vote in useless elections, and so on.
If the person you’re trying to elect loses an election, you’re depressed for six months and your life totally sucks.
If the person you’re trying to elect wins the election, then you are orgasmic for several months, only to become pissed off, disappointed, or confused when that person continues to fuck up the country you’re married to. (I’m looking at you, Trump supporters. But, to be fair, Obama supporters were in the same category.)
It never occurs to you to actually leave the country because you’re the beta male oneitis husband married to the bitchy dominant wife who screams at you all day and never has sex with you. You just continue to argue with her and take her abuse and it never occurs to you to just divorce her ass and leave.
In other words, because you’re married to the Collapsing USA or Cuckoo Canada or Junkyard Germany or Breakdown Britain or Authoritarian Australia or wherever, you’re never really happy.
You’re just connected at the hip to this big, horrible, stupid, collapsing empire, and there’s nothing you can do about it.
At least that’s what you think, because you’re married to your country instead of just dating it.
And let me state for the record, as I always do, that if you hate Dubai or hate Paraguay, there are at least 22 other countries that are really great places to live, that are much less bad than your collapsing Western country, and I’m sure you would like at least one of them.
So disliking my two countries of choice isn’t an excuse, pal. Sorry.
If you follow the new model of dating where you live and stick with that model for the rest of your life, not only will you be safer and live a better life, but you will be happier long-term, just like me.