Howdy! Happy to be here. I have been listening quite a bit lately to Stefan Molyneux's YouTube videos and enjoying them very much and decided to drop in and join the party! I'm Ted, a white male, 49 years old, now living under martial law in Thailand. (No worries. Living here is about the same as it was before the coup, but with a lot less violence). I have always been interested in philosophy, and especially since the Labor Day weekend of 1997 when I started reading Ayn Rand's "Atlas Shrugged". It was Rand who made me realize the value of a sound philosophy and sense of life. I, too, was one of those children who grew up at the hands of an ex-military, drunken father who's main goal in life was to dress me down and get me in line, and a mother who would not stand up for us or for herself and took his beatings and nonsense for thirty years before finally getting wise enough to pull the plug. Anyway, was nothing like Mom and I did not get in line. I did not obey. I am a warrior and warriors fight their enemies. And that is all. I was forced however to endure the physical violence, psychological abuse and maltreatment Dad liked to inflict. I was sadly mistaken for all of my childhood and teen years when brooding over the idea that when I turned that magical age of eighteen and was a legal adult I could walk away from this lunatic and all my problems would be solved. It does not work that way, so I have found out. Every therapist I have ever met was worthless. Every self-help book I ever read was worthless, too, with the exception of oneof Nathaniel Branden's books, in which I was introduced to the sentence-completion exercise, a tool which I have found tremendously therapeutic and helpful in my journaling over the years. Not so oddly enough, I find myself identifying with the stories of those who spent some part of their lives in NAZI concentrationcamps and death camps during WWII than any and all the stuff I've found in self-help books. That's what I really felt like as a boy and a teen, and sometimes as an adult, not only as someone neglected and abused, but like a prisoner. I was a physical, mental, and emotional prisoner of the war my narcissistic fatherhad going on in his head; the war he tried to win with booze, gambling, womanizing, woman-beating, violence, denial, negligence and plain stupidity. Long story short, he lost his war, I have won mine. And Iwant to write about it. I started writing when I was eighteen. I am a musician (guitar picker and singer), and I love blues-based rock and roll guitar music best of all. I got tired of all the stupid lyrics rockers and bluesmen were writing and I wanted to do something about it, so I set myself to the task of writing some songs. While I was at it, the songwriting morphed into complete sentences, paragraphs, essays and stories, and I realized that I wanted to be a writer. I have been doing it ever since. I just wish I could find a way to make some money at it.That's about it for me. Again, happy to be here and looking forward to meeting all of you!
It's all up to us!