Life of Manuel – Page 2 – This is my plot twist

Whiteout

October 3, 2024

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It’s a whiteout. You’re going straight ahead, but everything looks the same. You can’t see danger. You go straight into it. Sometimes, you get through unscathed. Other times, you’re a tangled mess in the snow.

That’s what skiing in a whiteout feels like.

It’s also life.

Nothing stands out until it’s too late.

Sometimes you manage the chaos and still feel like shit. Other times, you come out on top, winning the day.

Today, I’m snowboarding through a whiteout. Tomorrow, I’ll face the whiteout of life. You can’t predict the unexpected, but you can control how you react.

So, get out there—whether it’s a bluebird day or a whiteout.

Every day is worth riding because it’s a chance to face the unknown and see what happens.
Monkey Pox Started from…

October 2, 2024

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People fucking monkeys? Well that’s a load of bullshit. Isn’t it?

It’s ridiculous how quickly misinformation can influence one person. Then that one person tells fifty people. Then those fifty people believe and trust that one person.

But how do they know that first person’s source of information is real? Or that person is telling the truth?

They’ve already made up their opinion. They think it’s a worthy story to share.

People will listen. Everyone trusts that one person. People never question why that person would ever spread misinformation. Knowingly or unknowingly.

Question everything. Look it up. Misinformation like this is harmful.

It makes you look like a retard.

There is no evidence monkeypox started from gay men fucking monkeys.

Stop spreading it.

Be a good person. That’s my fucking opinion anyway.
I like s*x

October 2, 2024

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I want to have sex everyday. My wife seems to have lost her mojo. She never wants it anymore.

I find myself anxiously awaiting her to fall asleep just so I can rub one out. I start out with soft gentle strokes. Then all of a sudden I’m really smashing it out. I’m so on edge. Always cautious that I’m not too feverish to wake her up.

I don’t understand who would ever want to be in a sexless marriage? My wife included.

She used to be all over me. I know it’s the kids, stress, life etc. But she was once upon a time really into it.

Was it all a front? Was it just instinct and pheromones? Are the kids why her lust has dried up?

I want to have sex regardless whether I’m happy, sad or stressed.

For those who’ve lost their desire for sex – do you even want it back?

Would you take a pill to get it back?

I would.
Days You Dream Of

September 30, 2024

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It was a bluebird day. Spring season at Remarkables. And remarkably I didn’t have a hangover.

I’m reflecting on a perfect day. I went skiing with my two children, nine and eleven. It’s one of those things I always dreamed of.

I knew I wanted to have a family from when I was a teenager. The prospect of becoming a father and doing cool shit with them was always there. It just takes a decade before you finally can do the fun stuff.

Today I’m grateful for doing fifteen ski runs with two fucking awesome children.

Im pinching myself because I want this to last forever.
Busted Butt

September 29, 2024

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I woke up with a desperate need to take a shit. This isn’t unusual but we were staying in a small house with the toilet in close proximity to my wife and children who were fast asleep. I knew that any foul move would wake the house.

Me being me, I put everyone before myself. So I crept downstairs with my jogging gear on. Slipped out the door and headed off for a run.

First mission… unload the rumble in the nether regions.

Thankfully it was only a short, uncomfortable waddle down the road.

The afternoon gave my butt another ravaging. I sped toward a long rail on my snowboard. Hit the rail and my board slipped out. I landed smack bang on my right butt cheek.

The irony now lies in the fact my wife and kids are looking after me. Putting me first.

I’m fucked off I’m injured but thankful for a loving family that looks out for one another. This is how life is supposed to be.

Why can’t it always be like this?
Find Your Fun

September 28, 2024

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I rode 85kmh down the hill on my snowboard today. Fuck yeah.

Never forget to do that which gives you joy. My friend once told me during a depressive state in my life “do something fun everyday”. You know what? He is not wrong.

I love snowboarding. I was a professional amateur under eighteen snowboarder once upon a time.

I would drive six hours each way to the mountains back and forth to shred every weekend. It was my passion.

And today twenty years on, two kids in tow, I went snowboarding for the first time in two years.

First run, I nailed a board slide on the box and the subsequent rail. I got mad pop on some jumps. I hit 85kmh boosting down the slopes. I had a fucking fun day.

Think back to what used to make you happy. Contemplate. Perhaps do something you haven’t done in years.

Never forget to do something fun every single day.
The Hacker

September 27, 2024

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As a thirteen year old horny, adventurous boy, logging onto MSN Messenger used to be a daily after school ritual. I’d send flirtatious emojis made up of symbols and characters back and forth for hours.

I also learnt how to hack. I’d befriend randoms to add to my network. Then I’d send them encrypted images of whatever they were interested in.

What they didn’t know, was that once they had opened the image, it installed a program on their computer that gave me access to do whatever my devious mind could think of.

I’d get notifications when my victims came online. I’d fire open their CD drives endlessly, cackle out loud to myself. I’d pop up text on their screen and type out “I’m watching you, I know what you’re wearing”

I’d let them message me back. They were terrified. I don’t think this was a pleasant feeling for me. I just thought it was funny.

This was my escapism.

When I’d had enough of my victims, I’d send their computer into a shutdown and dust off my hands together like a job well done.

Nobody knew what I was doing. I was completely untraceable. Never got caught.

It’s something nobody would ever imagine that I would be. A hacker. I still don’t believe it myself.

It makes me ponder, is this something I should pursue? Should I bring back the naughty digital hacker?

I’d take no prisoners and scam a fortune for myself in crypto.

I’ve got the balls and lord knows I can keep a secret. But, really? Me, a hacker?

Maybe I will 😉
Should You Smell Your Own Farts?

September 26, 2024

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I’m not sure why you would even question this?

I like to cup my hand over my anus, fart, close my fist holding the open space and bring it up for a good whiff.

I use ‘like’ here quite strongly. I mean, I do it. But do I like it? I can’t stop myself from doing it. I think I like it. Yes, I do like it.

I’m comfortable enough with my opinion here.

Nobody’s brand will ever smell as good as your own. Your brand is you.

This makes you who you are. Whether you’re into weird or normal things, they’re all just things.

Be you. Be unique and be ok with it.

That’s me. That’s who I am. What makes you weird?
Getting It Up

September 26, 2024

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I’m not that guy. I always get it up. I haven’t jerked off in two days, which is unusual for me. My wife is rarely in the mood—once in a blue moon, if I’m lucky. And tonight, I couldn’t get it up.

What’s happening? Is it because I haven’t used it in a while?

We spooned, and I had a semi. She looked at me and said, “It’s ok, you’re not even into it.” But that’s not true. I’m always into it. So why couldn’t I get it up?

If she pushed back and was into me, would that change things?

I think yes. I crave someone being into me sexually. And I don’t feel like I get that anymore.

Im always trying to make a move and getting shut down. Then tonight I try and my thing didn’t work. Argh.

Was it the sprinkles on my dessert tonight? Still, that shouldn’t have mattered. I’m always ready. Always keen.

I ran 8 kilometers, played tennis, had a sauna, and finished with an ice bath today. I figured I’d rub one out and call it a night. But when it mattered, I couldn’t perform.

Opportunities like this don’t come around often. Now I’m stuck beating myself up because I couldn’t make the most of it.

What the fuck is going on?
Cheating is Wrong

September 24, 2024

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You’re at a party, casually chatting with someone. They lean in to brush your hair out of your eyes, and as they walk off into the party they glide their touchy-feely hand all over your ass. They’re hot. You’re married. What do you do?

This is exactly what happened to me. You know what I did? I took it as a compliment, brushed it off, and hoped it wouldn’t happen again.

It did. She approached me again not long after. This time my deep rooted morales made me stand firm, like a tree, then leave. I got home at 2am and my wife told me that it looked like I’d seen a ghost. She wasn’t wrong.

Cheating makes me feel very uncomfortable. It makes me squirm. It’s so hurtful. Deceitful and manipulative. Even a flirtatious text exchange with someone would make my stomach churn. Building any sexual emotional tension with someone is disgusting.

I ain’t no pig so what does that make me– a man or a mouse?