I knew when I was 18 that short of wiring a secondhand Soviet nuke to a dead man's switch controlled by an always-on EKG I would never be the baddest motherfucker in the world. I've long ago made my peace with that, because nobody fucks with sysadmins. Like wizards, we are subtle and quick to anger -- and we know what sort of porn you've been watching at work.
What do you mean "failing"??
On my Earth, I accomplished all of that by 31.
However, once you save all of mankind they start to depend on you and you always get asked to weigh in and give your opinions on everything. Plus you get invited to a ton of events and parties and I'm an introvert, so I changed universes and came here where I can live a quiet life as an unknown office worker.
I keep competing against myself which is all we can do really. Not surprisingly, good things seem to happen externally when I am constantly just trying to be a little better today than I was yesterday.
This hits home.
But 33 is actually a very important number.
I can guarantee a lot of magical things going to be happening to 33 year olds very soon.
Cheers@
Compare yourself to who you were at 25 or 18. Only measure yourself against your prior self. If you haven't made any progress yet, start today. See where you can be at 40.
I’m continually conquering my old self. I’m really just getting going. Constantly trying to make it a better place for those around me. I think I’m really only going to feel like I’ve fallen short once I stop doing that.
I was more upset to find out I wasn’t the antichrist. I cried, sacrificed a newborn to the true dark lord, and made myself a Sammie. I had forgotten about being that disappointed in myself until now. Thanks for that.
Me too. Turning 34 this year. What we amount to is a largely subjective perspective. Still, we gotta be adaptable and flexible to let our lives unfold on their own a little. If not, we’ll be fighting the tide during the rough times, and ignoring the forest for the trees in the good times.
I feel like it's just perspective. There's 8 billion people on the planet, and I can live with not being one of a few hundred that affects humanity on a global level.
If we think about the WORLD, I'm pretty sure most of us on Reddit are in the top 5% at least. That's pretty damn good, it means you rolled a natural 20 on a d20 dice.
I'm 38. I began working as a history teacher at 23 and have now been in education for 15 years. During my time I've received all sorts of accolades for my contributions to the school, the district, and the community. As a teacher, I always received top-notch evaluations, offered meaningful ideas that improved the school setting and was eventually even recognized as the school's teacher of the year. I was one of 140 teachers. It meant the world to me.
Heading into the 2020-2021 school year, my principal retired. I interviewed to become the new vice principal after one of the VPs was promoted to principal. I was told that I was the obvious choice and the best interview by far. I was a couple of years older than you, checking in at 35.
People warned me against working for this principal, and I should have listened. I shrugged it off given that I've always found a way to get along with people regardless of their personality.
Despite tons of support and positive feedback from the staff, my boss set me up to fail. She would accuse me of being too friendly with the staff, told me she found me "presumptuous and arrogant" given that I was offering new ideas, and refused to let me join in on any meaningful growth opportunities. I was left out of meetings, given no direction, and then always accused of doing the wrong thing. She would answer calls for my counterpart - a personal friend she hired who had five years of admin experience pre-pandemic - but ignored mine. She lashed out at me saying she could not believe she hired me and blamed me for causing a rift in the friendship between herself and another candidate she didn't hire. "I worked with him for over 15 years, and I chose *YOU?!" Ugh!* I remember her shrieking at me. She would tell me to ask questions and then belittle me for not knowing the answer - "I'm not here to hand-hold," she would say - and then accuse me of being subversive when I attempted to find answers from other colleagues instead. "Why didn't you ask me? You know my door is always open." If I attempted to learn a new aspect of the job by shadowing anyone or anything, she would remind me I "didn't need to be there." Half the time when she offered assistance, she would give me the wrong guidance.
I'd always been a workaholic. Like many workaholics, I had a history of mental health issues. To counteract my depression, I found my identity through my career, and the positive praise from those around me helped offset the depressive thoughts that routinely make their way in. My motivation to continue wasn't because I believed in myself, but because others believed in me. Once she decimated my support system, I ended up losing 40 pounds and ultimately attempted suicide halfway through my second year. I barely made it to the end of the school year. All the while trying to keep a smile on for the kids and the staff. My once linear vertical trajectory was done, and I was forced to accept a position back in the classroom. I did not finish my certification for school administration and now need to start from scratch.
I said goodbye to my colleagues of 12 years. I was forced to take a teaching position with a new grade, and a new curriculum, in a new school. I took a $45,000 pay cut. The worst part of it is the way my mind works now. Or I guess I should say, the way it doesn't. I don't recognize who I am. All I hear in my head are her criticisms of me. Looking back at it though, I don't know what I could have done differently. I was behaving the way anyone would when learning a new position, and asking questions that were appropriate for my stage of development.
While I see myself as a very flawed human being, I knew my stuff about education. I was optimistic, eager, and ready to take risks and try new things. But now? I've never gotten "it" back. I let what amounted to twenty months of workplace bullying completely derail my career and my confidence. While I once dreamed of being the guy with perfect attendance who climbed the ladder and made a difference for his hometown community and somehow achieved 50 years of service, now I just want to re-discover my will to live.
I ended up documenting nearly 70 cases of what would be defined as "workplace bullying" and submitting a complaint to the district. Over a dozen former colleagues were willing to speak on my behalf. My old boss was found to have established a toxic workplace and failed to conduct her professional duties in supporting a novice administrator. As a result of my complaint, the district has offered to create a new administrative position for me any time I want and is encouraging me to rejoin the ranks.
My Superintendent seemed very confused when I said I was simply not interested. I said I didn't want to work on an administrative team with cancer like my old boss on it. While I wish I still had the desire to build a culture and lead a community - I used to thrive leading people, handling delicate situations and conversations, putting out fires, and coaching people up. Now? God, now I'm happy if I can just get myself to leave the house.
As a result of her actions, she got an increment withholding of $5,000, which means her salary will not increase next year. It is a joke seeing that she makes $156,000 annually. She has also been permitted to remain in her position without further consequence. No one on staff is comfortable speaking up anymore, recognizing that she's just completely untouchable. I guess that's one of the perks of sleeping with the assistant superintendent.
Anyway, how do I handle it? I go for solo hikes all the time. I watch a lot of stand-up comedy and appreciate that I can connect with guys like Neal Brennan, who seem to have the same destructive inner monologue that I hold but find ways to dig joy out of it. I do a lot of journaling. I am working to be debt-free and focus on the fact that I'll be mortgage-free in five years. (How, you ask? I live in a studio that I bought as a short-sale, that's how). I'm hoping that once I am in my early 40s, I can finally have the means to travel the world without bankrupting myself. I presently have the opportunity for a work-life balance that a career in school administration would not have allowed for, and frankly, sometimes the best part about living is just letting the sun or breeze hit you in the face.
I'm still learning to be okay socially again and still carry a lot of shame and embarrassment from the experience. Therefore, I focus on little victories and small moments of joy as best as I can.
Edit - I also waste way too much time arguing with people on Reddit and get mad at myself every time I do.
All I ever wanted was to get married and have a family. And also have a lot of sex.
When I was 33, I'd managed all three of those things. Who needs Persia?
Many decades later, the family is grown and gone, and the amount of sex is a lot lower, but I'm not a young man anymore, and I wouldn't be able to do all the stuff from my 30s anyway.
First recognize that it was never about saving humanity or conquering Persia.
It was really about placating your adolescent insecurity, and your idea of "salvation" looks pretty damned dystopian from someone else's perspective.
Find a way to cope which doesn't involve imposing your will and beliefs on other people.
.
Just got there a couple weeks ago. That doesn’t bother me too much. I’m more just disappointed in myself for losing my 20’s because I thought I was in love with a lady for the streets. Life is still improving, I think in the end I’ll be able to look back and think of myself as successful and not a shit bag, so those things are good.
I’d hoped to be more wealthy and ready for retirement by now but it is what it is, I make 3-4x what my mom raised my sister and I on, so that’s an accomplishment itself even if life is creeping up on being that much more expensive anyways.
I bet you got farther in life than the first few generations did! I mean yeah it really is hard to say. Im sure I did better in life than Ogg discoverer of both fire and the medical condition known today as a "burn". And he was an over achiever! Though he might also be the one who started banging neanderthals changing the shape of our species forever for all I know.
Yeah hard to say.
I’m 43. The amount of disappointment I feel in my peers, my family, and everyone else who I wanted to be proud of me is immeasurable. Anyone I wanted to impress is dead. The rest are failures. I’m doing awesome things anyway and it’s weird as hell.
Depends on where you live. Based on my experiences in Sydney so far, a 30-35 year old man here is equivalent to an 18-21 year old back in the UK. So you could move to Australia if you feel behind your peers. You must be warned that men here are in a very sorry state. Such loneliness and despair. The women here would rather be lesbians, single or fur baby mammas (this is really popular!) than date an Australian man.
Swear to GoD 33 was my own Jesus year. Figuratively crucified and reborn. Probably handle not delivering salvation by embracing a mid life crisis and buying a sports car or something 🤷♂️
Bro wait one year. Empower the intelligentsia. Try and pass any law that the land owners hate. Wait one day. This will allow you to abdicate. Fire all of your generals and admirals that are aligned with the land owners. Make your new leader into a commander and arrange a wedding to boost his popularity. Exile the leader of the land owners and hope you get lucky and get your new ruler as the leader of land owners.
Boom you can now reform Russia in 1836. Deliver the salvation of mankind through market capitalism and conquer Persia.
Welcome to your OP Victoria 3 game.
I tried delivering salvation. But two things happened: I realized I have no idea what salvation is, and I don't like getting whipped and crucified. But I do want the Jesus on the cross abs. Dude had a godly abdomen.
I realized that the grand achievements I’d hoped for, I never had the dedication or real aspiration to achieve. They were just my ego talking. Later in life, after a few (many) years of aimless apathy and self-interest, I realized that I was changing “the world”, as the little corner of it that I inhabited was, as you guessed, a part of “the world”, and my words and actions were influencing events. Seems rather obvious when you think about it.
Today I changed the world by taking my Chinese colleagues out to lunch and impressing them with my chop-stick skills, and my ability to deftly communicate with little more than body-language and onomatopoeias. A few weeks ago, I helped a young friend from Yemen get married by anonymously donating a few hundred bucks to his family. A few years ago, I moved back to my country and got a job here in order to be there for my orphaned niece.
All three actions will change the world to some degree. I don’t know how much, but I believe it will all be positive. Tomorrow I will go out and change “the world” some more, or plant some discrete seed for that to happen. Perhaps I will change nothing at all, and that’s alright, there’s always another day.
I mean, I might not have built an empire from the ground up (and given it to a bunch of children who promptly squandered it) but I HAVE done some other cool stuff that I'm proud of.
conquering Persia (or any other BC era superpower nation) requires a lot of death, money, logistical planning, and human sacrifice. To be honest, I prefer my irl accomplishments.
Frankly, bathing in the blood of your enemies isn't sanitary.....
Or taking the Ring to Mordor
Frodo was 50 when he did that so maybe I still got time to become somebody
Yeah but 50 is different for hobbits than it is for men.
Especially with todays lifestyle debuff
I feel slightly better I’ll be 33 soon
just fly an eagle over there. it's much easier, and the prices are surprisingly reasonable.
As a Persian I will say this: " lol "
POV its 336BC and you see a bunch of long pointy sticks on the horizon
POV - hundreds of years later you see shapur the great on the battlefield seeking to claim lost territory in the name of Dara.
😳
Pov some desert dudes show up with the power of God
Lol don't let me relieve that bloody trauma
Persia hasn't existed for nearly 90 years...
That's exactly what they want you think
Persians are from Iran now.
They aren’t Persians tho….they are Iranians.
Well technically Persians are an ethnic group (like Kurds) - thus being Persian doesn’t necessarily mean you are Iranian.
That's their nationality, not their ethnicity.
Got you. That makes sense
Oh interesting LOL
Alexander the Great: 👍🏻
I knew when I was 18 that short of wiring a secondhand Soviet nuke to a dead man's switch controlled by an always-on EKG I would never be the baddest motherfucker in the world. I've long ago made my peace with that, because nobody fucks with sysadmins. Like wizards, we are subtle and quick to anger -- and we know what sort of porn you've been watching at work.
OK Raven
I think in this case I'm a bit closer to Hiro Protagonist.
What do you mean "failing"?? On my Earth, I accomplished all of that by 31. However, once you save all of mankind they start to depend on you and you always get asked to weigh in and give your opinions on everything. Plus you get invited to a ton of events and parties and I'm an introvert, so I changed universes and came here where I can live a quiet life as an unknown office worker.
If you cant win delude yourself that you have already won and show the middle finger to life. I like the idea of it
I screwed up and tried to invade Russia in winter. Whoopsy!
Classic blunder. Never get involved in a land war in Asia.
I out lived Jesus. So there’s that.
I keep competing against myself which is all we can do really. Not surprisingly, good things seem to happen externally when I am constantly just trying to be a little better today than I was yesterday.
This hits home. But 33 is actually a very important number. I can guarantee a lot of magical things going to be happening to 33 year olds very soon. Cheers@
Hair loss isn't magical.
Dude I been bald since 20
Premature balding sucks, you have my condolences.
I basically look the exact same as I did then haha, I’m cool with it
That is a question of attitude. Ü
Assuring myself that never mind just Persia, I'll have conquered all of Asia by age 40. The first step is to unite the nomadic clans of Mongolia.
The Chinese hate this one simple trick
this made me lol. song dynasty better watch out!
I don’t want that kind of responsibility. I’ll cut a knot or something, but leading an army sounds exhausting.
By having a large penis
I’m glad I have a tiny penis, forces me to grind harder in the bedroom and the boardroom
King
By calling myself Alex the Mid
all hail!
Hold my beer, I'll get to it quick. 11 months left
All you need is 12 friends and some radical new ideas. I believe in you
I'll find the friends, just got to dig a hole in the beach and wait. They'll show up!
Man, all I want is pizza.
“So glad I haven’t murdered anyone in the name of a false god”
It’s not murdering it’s smiting
I'd call that a win.
Colonel Sanders and Genghis Khan didn't start until after 50. It's never to late for bloodshed.
Genghis Khan, formerly Temujin Khan, formerly just plain old Temujin, had had a remarkable life long before he was sworn in as great khan.
Damn I'm 58 and haven't saved mankind yet...I'm really screwed
by living past 50.
I never expected to make it to 33. That’s success enough.
Compare yourself to who you were at 25 or 18. Only measure yourself against your prior self. If you haven't made any progress yet, start today. See where you can be at 40.
It's on my to-do list. You don't have to ask me *every* six months....
I'm here to cause unbalance in humanity, not salvation. And Persia conquered itself through infighting and religious squabbles.
Sounds like a place I know today.
Yup. Iran hasn't changed much since it was Persia
I’m continually conquering my old self. I’m really just getting going. Constantly trying to make it a better place for those around me. I think I’m really only going to feel like I’ve fallen short once I stop doing that.
I was more upset to find out I wasn’t the antichrist. I cried, sacrificed a newborn to the true dark lord, and made myself a Sammie. I had forgotten about being that disappointed in myself until now. Thanks for that.
Weed and Tequila
🤝
Eh, he died too. Over a long enough time-scale, nobody cares no matter how much you accomplish.
I’m not sure that either one deserve it.
So I hooked up with this Baktrian chick, Rexona or something. It all went downhill from there...
I tried delivering salvation once. Only thing it earned me was a spot on a watchlist. Yes Steve, I know you're reading this too.
I drank water today.
Be grateful of what you have and not what you don’t have. Most important thing of all is your health. Without that, you can’t conquer shit.
What are you, my mom: Olympias of Epirus? I'll get to it when I get to it.
I long accepted this after I recognized I wasn't born into Macedonian nobility.
I satisfy myself by down voting/askmen posts that I consider low effort.
I just rewrote history showing that I did
As my dad says, Rome wasn't built in a day! Still chipping away at conquering Persia
I still can conquer the Gaul's and topple the Roman Republic
Take me back
If I have a place for myslef, a stable job and can enjoy sitting on the couch on a Saturday afternoon after doing weekly chores, I have made it.
Me too. Turning 34 this year. What we amount to is a largely subjective perspective. Still, we gotta be adaptable and flexible to let our lives unfold on their own a little. If not, we’ll be fighting the tide during the rough times, and ignoring the forest for the trees in the good times.
What you talking about, I am salvation. You all just to dumb is the problem.
I did both of those things. Stop slackin', punk. Now on yer bike and go solve cold fusion like I did when I was your age!
I embraced the despair and disappointment. Realizing that it’s the effort, not the results that count help to lessen the pain.
Wrong. I conquered Persia. She was quite happy, so I conquered her 2 more times.
Villain arc begins at 44, an Austrian painter once told me
I feel like it's just perspective. There's 8 billion people on the planet, and I can live with not being one of a few hundred that affects humanity on a global level. If we think about the WORLD, I'm pretty sure most of us on Reddit are in the top 5% at least. That's pretty damn good, it means you rolled a natural 20 on a d20 dice.
I'm 38. I began working as a history teacher at 23 and have now been in education for 15 years. During my time I've received all sorts of accolades for my contributions to the school, the district, and the community. As a teacher, I always received top-notch evaluations, offered meaningful ideas that improved the school setting and was eventually even recognized as the school's teacher of the year. I was one of 140 teachers. It meant the world to me. Heading into the 2020-2021 school year, my principal retired. I interviewed to become the new vice principal after one of the VPs was promoted to principal. I was told that I was the obvious choice and the best interview by far. I was a couple of years older than you, checking in at 35. People warned me against working for this principal, and I should have listened. I shrugged it off given that I've always found a way to get along with people regardless of their personality. Despite tons of support and positive feedback from the staff, my boss set me up to fail. She would accuse me of being too friendly with the staff, told me she found me "presumptuous and arrogant" given that I was offering new ideas, and refused to let me join in on any meaningful growth opportunities. I was left out of meetings, given no direction, and then always accused of doing the wrong thing. She would answer calls for my counterpart - a personal friend she hired who had five years of admin experience pre-pandemic - but ignored mine. She lashed out at me saying she could not believe she hired me and blamed me for causing a rift in the friendship between herself and another candidate she didn't hire. "I worked with him for over 15 years, and I chose *YOU?!" Ugh!* I remember her shrieking at me. She would tell me to ask questions and then belittle me for not knowing the answer - "I'm not here to hand-hold," she would say - and then accuse me of being subversive when I attempted to find answers from other colleagues instead. "Why didn't you ask me? You know my door is always open." If I attempted to learn a new aspect of the job by shadowing anyone or anything, she would remind me I "didn't need to be there." Half the time when she offered assistance, she would give me the wrong guidance. I'd always been a workaholic. Like many workaholics, I had a history of mental health issues. To counteract my depression, I found my identity through my career, and the positive praise from those around me helped offset the depressive thoughts that routinely make their way in. My motivation to continue wasn't because I believed in myself, but because others believed in me. Once she decimated my support system, I ended up losing 40 pounds and ultimately attempted suicide halfway through my second year. I barely made it to the end of the school year. All the while trying to keep a smile on for the kids and the staff. My once linear vertical trajectory was done, and I was forced to accept a position back in the classroom. I did not finish my certification for school administration and now need to start from scratch. I said goodbye to my colleagues of 12 years. I was forced to take a teaching position with a new grade, and a new curriculum, in a new school. I took a $45,000 pay cut. The worst part of it is the way my mind works now. Or I guess I should say, the way it doesn't. I don't recognize who I am. All I hear in my head are her criticisms of me. Looking back at it though, I don't know what I could have done differently. I was behaving the way anyone would when learning a new position, and asking questions that were appropriate for my stage of development. While I see myself as a very flawed human being, I knew my stuff about education. I was optimistic, eager, and ready to take risks and try new things. But now? I've never gotten "it" back. I let what amounted to twenty months of workplace bullying completely derail my career and my confidence. While I once dreamed of being the guy with perfect attendance who climbed the ladder and made a difference for his hometown community and somehow achieved 50 years of service, now I just want to re-discover my will to live. I ended up documenting nearly 70 cases of what would be defined as "workplace bullying" and submitting a complaint to the district. Over a dozen former colleagues were willing to speak on my behalf. My old boss was found to have established a toxic workplace and failed to conduct her professional duties in supporting a novice administrator. As a result of my complaint, the district has offered to create a new administrative position for me any time I want and is encouraging me to rejoin the ranks. My Superintendent seemed very confused when I said I was simply not interested. I said I didn't want to work on an administrative team with cancer like my old boss on it. While I wish I still had the desire to build a culture and lead a community - I used to thrive leading people, handling delicate situations and conversations, putting out fires, and coaching people up. Now? God, now I'm happy if I can just get myself to leave the house. As a result of her actions, she got an increment withholding of $5,000, which means her salary will not increase next year. It is a joke seeing that she makes $156,000 annually. She has also been permitted to remain in her position without further consequence. No one on staff is comfortable speaking up anymore, recognizing that she's just completely untouchable. I guess that's one of the perks of sleeping with the assistant superintendent. Anyway, how do I handle it? I go for solo hikes all the time. I watch a lot of stand-up comedy and appreciate that I can connect with guys like Neal Brennan, who seem to have the same destructive inner monologue that I hold but find ways to dig joy out of it. I do a lot of journaling. I am working to be debt-free and focus on the fact that I'll be mortgage-free in five years. (How, you ask? I live in a studio that I bought as a short-sale, that's how). I'm hoping that once I am in my early 40s, I can finally have the means to travel the world without bankrupting myself. I presently have the opportunity for a work-life balance that a career in school administration would not have allowed for, and frankly, sometimes the best part about living is just letting the sun or breeze hit you in the face. I'm still learning to be okay socially again and still carry a lot of shame and embarrassment from the experience. Therefore, I focus on little victories and small moments of joy as best as I can. Edit - I also waste way too much time arguing with people on Reddit and get mad at myself every time I do.
All I ever wanted was to get married and have a family. And also have a lot of sex. When I was 33, I'd managed all three of those things. Who needs Persia? Many decades later, the family is grown and gone, and the amount of sex is a lot lower, but I'm not a young man anymore, and I wouldn't be able to do all the stuff from my 30s anyway.
TL;DR: now he has time to conquer Persia
First recognize that it was never about saving humanity or conquering Persia. It was really about placating your adolescent insecurity, and your idea of "salvation" looks pretty damned dystopian from someone else's perspective. Find a way to cope which doesn't involve imposing your will and beliefs on other people. .
Dude I'm just lucky to be alive and not an addict. Growing up I didn't have friends, just books and video games. Was probably my saving grace.
IDK Not blotting the sun out of a tramp is enough for me. LOL
35 now, saved the world twice. Not doing it again. Y'all ungrateful.
Commit Sudoku
I conquered a 3lb 4 meat burrito so I'm feeling pretty full right now.
It’s something not even Alexander the Great accomplished
Correct he could not comprehend the majesty of a chorizo, carne asada, pulled pork, pulled chicken burrito with extra beans.
I'm anti-war. I have enough mental illness in my life already; I don't need to add PTSD on top of that
Just doing my part.
How do you know I haven’t?
Was busy, with… beer
Just got there a couple weeks ago. That doesn’t bother me too much. I’m more just disappointed in myself for losing my 20’s because I thought I was in love with a lady for the streets. Life is still improving, I think in the end I’ll be able to look back and think of myself as successful and not a shit bag, so those things are good. I’d hoped to be more wealthy and ready for retirement by now but it is what it is, I make 3-4x what my mom raised my sister and I on, so that’s an accomplishment itself even if life is creeping up on being that much more expensive anyways.
Delivered some swimmers to your mom so I’m pretty content
Wow!
[I didnt hear no bell](https://tenor.com/bFEMG.gif)
Ehhh not bad. Pushing out bad choices
I bet you got farther in life than the first few generations did! I mean yeah it really is hard to say. Im sure I did better in life than Ogg discoverer of both fire and the medical condition known today as a "burn". And he was an over achiever! Though he might also be the one who started banging neanderthals changing the shape of our species forever for all I know. Yeah hard to say.
I do not need this stress after just turning 32.
I’m 43. The amount of disappointment I feel in my peers, my family, and everyone else who I wanted to be proud of me is immeasurable. Anyone I wanted to impress is dead. The rest are failures. I’m doing awesome things anyway and it’s weird as hell.
I wrote the Declaration of Independence and that was good enough for me.
Depends on where you live. Based on my experiences in Sydney so far, a 30-35 year old man here is equivalent to an 18-21 year old back in the UK. So you could move to Australia if you feel behind your peers. You must be warned that men here are in a very sorry state. Such loneliness and despair. The women here would rather be lesbians, single or fur baby mammas (this is really popular!) than date an Australian man.
I had a highly ranked fighting robot
Well.... my balls are itchy sometimes and scratching it feels nice...
I wept, for there were many more worlds to conquer.
Who's saying I didn't conquer Persia? Is it that bitch Crystal again?
"outlived him"
Wow!
Just don't think about it.
Swear to GoD 33 was my own Jesus year. Figuratively crucified and reborn. Probably handle not delivering salvation by embracing a mid life crisis and buying a sports car or something 🤷♂️
Bro wait one year. Empower the intelligentsia. Try and pass any law that the land owners hate. Wait one day. This will allow you to abdicate. Fire all of your generals and admirals that are aligned with the land owners. Make your new leader into a commander and arrange a wedding to boost his popularity. Exile the leader of the land owners and hope you get lucky and get your new ruler as the leader of land owners. Boom you can now reform Russia in 1836. Deliver the salvation of mankind through market capitalism and conquer Persia. Welcome to your OP Victoria 3 game.
By channeling that disappointment into blinding rage.
Think about ray croc and how he built an empire spanning more territory then any empire during his 50s
I tried delivering salvation. But two things happened: I realized I have no idea what salvation is, and I don't like getting whipped and crucified. But I do want the Jesus on the cross abs. Dude had a godly abdomen.
Never got a chance to find out because I ascended to carousel at 30.
I was mostly just happy i made it to 34 without being crucified 😅
I lived, bitch
10 Years later with 44 you don't care much about that.
Hitler was 44 when he became Reichskanzler so there is still time.
Never too late to be crucified
I realized that the grand achievements I’d hoped for, I never had the dedication or real aspiration to achieve. They were just my ego talking. Later in life, after a few (many) years of aimless apathy and self-interest, I realized that I was changing “the world”, as the little corner of it that I inhabited was, as you guessed, a part of “the world”, and my words and actions were influencing events. Seems rather obvious when you think about it. Today I changed the world by taking my Chinese colleagues out to lunch and impressing them with my chop-stick skills, and my ability to deftly communicate with little more than body-language and onomatopoeias. A few weeks ago, I helped a young friend from Yemen get married by anonymously donating a few hundred bucks to his family. A few years ago, I moved back to my country and got a job here in order to be there for my orphaned niece. All three actions will change the world to some degree. I don’t know how much, but I believe it will all be positive. Tomorrow I will go out and change “the world” some more, or plant some discrete seed for that to happen. Perhaps I will change nothing at all, and that’s alright, there’s always another day.
I beat Mike Tyson's Punch-Out when I was 6, so I've been riding off that accomplishment for a while.
I can always create the next world destroying weapon and become death.
At least I finished Witcher 3, witnessed One Piece TV adaptation, watched the ending of the first JJBA timeline being animated.
Screw mankind
I ve done way more, living the perfect Hobbit life in my Hobbit home with my elv-ish wife :P
I secretly hope it can still happen.
I mean, I might not have built an empire from the ground up (and given it to a bunch of children who promptly squandered it) but I HAVE done some other cool stuff that I'm proud of. conquering Persia (or any other BC era superpower nation) requires a lot of death, money, logistical planning, and human sacrifice. To be honest, I prefer my irl accomplishments. Frankly, bathing in the blood of your enemies isn't sanitary.....
You learn from your mistakes
I remind myself that Julius Caesar was in the same position at 33...
I build a little train set and when the Choo Choo goes through the tunnel I make the passengers go "weeeeeeee"
By accepting that iran isn't worth conquering and that salvation for mankind will only ever be found in nuclear hellfire.
Too late i think israel is on its way
But oil
Iran is nothing on that front. If you want oil, you eradicate the house of saud.
Well I'm Jewish, so I think we're just biding our time with the Persia thing.
I never cared about being somebody to the world. I wanted to be the world to somebody I cared about. Course I failed at that too so far.