Matt Forney on entering middle-age. He used to post on the old forums and had a blog that was well-known within the 2010s Manosphere
I turned 37 yesterday. I have a mysterious ankle problem that makes it difficult to even walk some days, I can maybe drink three beers without getting a hangover, and in a few short years I'll be "the creepy old guy at the club." I got laid the most when I was a fat broke 19-year-old in college.Moreover, I've slowed down MENTALLY. I find zoomers borderline incomprehensible and my tolerance for foid nonsense has fallen through the floor. A 26-year-old can jet off to the Philippines or wherever and put up with smog, flakiness, and war crime-level cuisine to bang three girls a day. I don't have the energy for that shit anymore; I get irritated whenever there's a line at the grocery store. Somewhere along the line, my default state switched from imagining all the wonderful possibilities for my life to darkly brooding about how I wasted my youth.Any success I have at this age is because a) I lost weight and am no longer fat or b) some chick is like "YOU'RE MATT FORNEY? OMIGOD I LOVED THE THING YOU DID AT THE THING!" But if I were still young it would be far more lucrative and easier.Young guys reading this, don't waste your twenties. Sam Hyde also had a video on this ages ago. Get a skill that makes you money and makes you invaluable. Enjoy the girls and the drinking, settle down, whatever. Because regardless of what you do, a switch flips when you hit your thirties and life just gets so much more depressing.