More IM on becoming a Dumb Jock

Once again, this is an IM that has given me inspiration concerning my dream to become a jock.  Spelling is corrected mostly because I hate having a spell checker tell me it's wrong.

This IM took place on Monday, May 31, 2010 [Memorial Day].  Warning: this is long.

T2:  Hey dude, I got some more info on what was done to Jason. 
T2:  It is so simple I can't figure out how to do it.
Ox:  Hi, dude.
T2:  I got some more info on Jason's reprogramming.
Ox:  Tell, tell ... *lust* *lust*
T2:  The concept is so simple.
Ox:  The concept is simple but the execution is hard?
T2:  He is not dumb at all.
Ox:  It's an act?
T2:  No, it's not an act.  He has a small list of things that require his immediate attention -- all the time.
T2:  To all intents and purposes he is dumb as cum.
Ox:  He can only focus on certain things?
T2:  Because he now has only simple needs.
T2:  You know, something like eat, sex, drink.  Each one is set at a high level of priority.
T2:  So he is trapped servicing these simple needs all the time.
Ox:  And all other needs are excluded from needs?
T2:  Yes.
Ox:  Fuck, that's brilliant!
T2:  It's training and hypnosis and brainwashing.
T2:  He can't read because it takes away from his needs.
T2:  Driving is almost too much multitasking for him to handle.
T2:  It's sort of like a PC running at 99 % of capacity.
T2:  So he can't hold both driving and the destination in his mind at the same time.
T2:  It is so kewl!
T2:  And he's in a blissful state.
T2:  It is brilliant and all his mind is used up.
Ox:  Let's see ... the list includes eating, sleeping, working out, buying groceries, and maybe paying bills.
T2:  No, he is now a mooch.
Ox:  Totally focused on what matters to him and no extra brainpower to use on other things.
T2:  Yes.
T2:  No apartment; he just doesn't worry about it.
T2:  Wow.
Ox:  Damn, that's so fucking simple.
Ox:  Wow!
Ox:  I'm impressed!
T2:  So am I and he seems so happy.
T2:  So happy.
T2:  So stupid and dull and focused and happy.
Ox:  Of course he is.  There's no extra brainpower to devote to worrying.
T2:  Yep.
Ox:  I want it.
T2:  Me too.
T2:  It also means in emergencies he can be smart.
Ox:  Ahhh?  Great!
T2:  And then automatically become dumb again.
Ox:  In an emergency he can devote everything to the emergency? 
Ox:  Like a Mom who lifts a car off her kid, but she couldn't do that normally?
T2:  Yep.
Ox:  Just in the emergency?
T2:  Yep.
Ox:  So, there has to be some sort of monitor in his head saying an emergency exists?
T2:  No, it's built into the hardware.
T2:  That is the beauty of it.
T2:  Emergencies make you drop everything.
Ox:  So I guess you are smart till the emergency is over ...
Ox:  ... and then you are dumb again?
T2:  Yep.
T2:  Jason is a bit too much of a party boi for my taste.
T2:  But, hey, I'll take it.
T2:  Then you go meet your need and go party or whatever.
Ox:  Now the big question:  who did it?
T2:  A farmer type ...
Ox:  ... and I detest gardening....
T2:  ... with a Ph.D in brain chemistry.
T2:  Vermont is strange.
Ox:  Did he use any of his brain chemistry knowledge to help cause the change?
T2:  I have no way of knowing since I have not talked to him.
T2:  I am afraid that if this was offered to me I'd take it.
Ox:  So would I and I''m not afraid.
T2:  Right....
T2:  You'd become one of the dumb asses who picked on you in school.
Ox:  Yes !!!  When can we start?
T2:  I have no idea.
Ox:  How can we start?
T2:  I need to find out the particulars.
Ox:  Sounds like some simple hypnosis programming.
T2:  It helped that Jason was on the verge of a nervous breakdown ... I think.
Ox:  I can sympathize.  I went through the same thing when i was taking care of Mom 24/7 ...
Ox:  ... before she was admitted to a personal care home with Alzheimers' 
Ox:  I became a mental and physical wreck taking care of her 24/7 for a few years ... with no time off.
T2:  Jason essentially agreed to become this guy's slave for two years.
Ox:  Hmmm ... slavery is good for something after all.  :-D
T2:  Jason went in a brilliant money manager and came out a painfully slow stupid snowboarder boi.
T2:  It's so kewl!
T2:  He was at the end of his rope.  It is a way of committing suicide without killing yourself.
Ox:  It can't be painful.
T2:  It sure could be.
Ox:  There's not enough brain cells left for him to process pain.
 T2:  No, but it's painful to the rest of us.
T2:  You must have met someone so stupid or self absorbed that people around him visibly lost IQ points ...
Ox:  The fact that he lost them is all that counts.
T2:  He is happy ...
T2:  ... or at least think he is.
Ox:  As I said, that's all that counts.
T2:  He will never accomplish anything ...
T2:  ... never own anything ....
Ox:  In this case, perception = reality.
T2:  He can't think.
Ox:  Since he can't think, he's happy and content.
T2:  No time left for anything except party, mooch, muscles, and so on.
Ox:  And sex.
T2:  Sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll, dude.
Ox:  Damn, this is making me horny.  Correction:  Damn, I'm horny.
T2:  Geesh, I talked to him last night and I started to talk like him, dude.
T2:  He is contagious.
Ox:  Being around him dumbed you down?
T2:  Well, sort of.
T2:  It is so nice to find someone who is happy.
Ox:  Yeah.  My ambition in life is to be dumb and happy.
Ox:  Does he smoke?
T2:  Geesh, you and your smoking fetish.
T2:  Would you mind if you ended up stupid and not smoking?
Ox:  Well, smoking Marlboros is my only really bad habit and I worked hard to get addicted.
Ox:  I'd rather be stupid and smoking.
T2:  You need a cigar fetish.
Ox:  Cigars are too expensive ... at least the good ones ...
T2:  Then I could not stand to be around you.
Ox:  ... even at internet discount sites.   [ for example:  http://www.thompsoncigars.com/ ]
Ox:  one bundle of cigars [normally 20] = one carton of cigarettes [200 total]  [about $ 50.00 each]
T2:  I am a little worried that the Ph.D farmer took pity on him and did this all on the fly ...
T2:  ... and it can't be easily reproduced.
Ox:  Why not?
T2:  You know chefs; some of them just toss things together ...
T2:  ... and they sometimes come out with a dish that they can't reproduce even though they want to.
T2:  It may have been for Jason's own good.
Ox:  Damn, I want this so much !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
T2:  You'd love Jason and be totally frustrated by him.
Ox:  Why?
T2:  He can't keep appointments.
Ox:  I'm normally late for my appointments, anyway.
T2:  I don';t think he's capable of reading.
Ox:  Well, I won't be either when this happens to me.
T2:  He literally gets a headache trying to read.
Ox:  Is he a top or a bottom?
T2:  An aggressive top, I believe.
Ox:  Wonderful!  I'm a bottom!
T2:  So am I.
Ox:  *sigh*  So is everybody else I know.
T2:  Everybody wants to be owned, controlled, and be dumb.
T2:  Jason isn't.
Ox:  He wants to own, control, and is dumb?
T2:  No, he just wants what he wants when he wants it and can't be bothered to be controlled.
Ox:  Let me think ... there has to be a way to reproduce this.
T2:  Geesh, dude ... he was a top level money manager.  Think about it.
T2:  He was dominate.
T2:  Competitive.
T2:  You can't change that basic drive, just redirect it.
Ox:  Yeah.  I never wanted to be amid-level (if that) person in the work force.
Ox:  I hate paperwork and especially detest filling out forms.
T2:  I just don't want to be in charge ...
Ox:  Likewise.
Ox:  I want a job where I don't have to fill out paperwork.
T2:  ... unless I get to run the whole thing and can order people to do all the paperwork.
Ox:  Sorry to break the bad news, but you still have to read all the paperwork everyone else fills out ...
Ox:  ... and approve all of it.
T2:  NO, I'd hire someone else to do that.
T2:  And go play golf (ugh)!
Ox:  Golf?  My Dad liked it; I didn't.
Ox:  My opinion of golf mirrors the title of one golf book:  A good walk spoiled.
T2:  Yep.  Me too.
T2:  I have no idea how to reproduce this.
T2:  Well, I have some ideas, but no idea of how to carry them out.
Ox:  Hypnosis to center attention on a few things and make all the rest unimportant?
Ox:  We need to come up with what needs to be included in the list of priorities.
Ox:  My list includes -- so far:
Ox:  Eat.
Ox:  Sleep.
Ox:  Work out.
Ox:  Smoke.
Ox:  Party.
Ox:  All the rest unimportant but the list becomes total obsession
T2:  I think someone else has to at least do the finishing touches.
T2:  Ah, you realize you'd be smoking much more if that is one of your interests.
Ox:  And what's wrong with that?
T2:  Nothing.
Ox:  I thought not.
T2:  I can do the smoking obsession thing as well; I have it.
Ox:  Good.
Ox:  I need to start watching that smoking file again to reinforce my habit some more.
T2:  Dude, this is not an obsession Jason has.  It appears to be much simpler than that.
T2:  More like:  I am hungry; I need to eat.
Ox:  His interests have been narrowed to a simple few?
T2:  Yes.
T2:  And made so that is all he has time for.
T2:  He is a party boi.
Ox:  His interests have narrowed to ....
T2:  And nothing more.  Nothing else.
Ox:  All other interests are secondary.
T2:  No, no!
T2:  They do not exist.
Ox:  Only what contributes to these interests is of interest to him.
T2:  No secondary interests.
T2:  Just a few high level priority ones.
T2:  Except for the emergency stipulation ... and that happens in hardware.
Ox:  That's wired in?
T2:  Yes.
Ox:  [light dawning]  So no provision has to be made for it!
T2:  Right!
Ox:  That makes it even easier.
T2:  You can suppress that reaction by training ...
T2:  ... but who needs to make this more complicated?
T2:  It is so simple!
Ox:  True.
Ox:  We should be able to figure this out.
Ox:  All you have are a few things that mean the world to you ...
Ox:  ... and you can't even think of anything else.
Ox:  Wonderful!  Simplicity itself!
T2:  How do y9ou avoid making a non-social robot?
T2:  I mean, if you are dumb, it would be nice if you could have friends.
Ox:  Include talking to others about interests in the priorities.
Ox:  Make sports an interest?
T2:  No, no, no.  Not sports.  That is too general and you can think too much.
T2:  Jason has no finances. 
T2:  He is a mooch.
T2:  He can barely go to work and stack boxes.
Ox:  After my grandmother had a stroke, my parents had the court declare her incompetent. 
Ox:  The court appointed them guardians.  They took over her finances so she wouldn't lose anything.
Ox:  Have Jason declared incompetent ...
Ox:  ...  and others could run his finances.
T2:  Kewl.
T2:  Jason is homeless.
Ox:  He has no place to live?
T2:  No.
Ox:  Homeless.
Ox:  How about a shelter?
T2:  But his sister lives nearby and everyone loves him ...
T2:  ... so he doesn't sleep in the street unless it is too much effort to go there.
Ox:  Does he care?
T2:  No.
T2:  Shelter has zero percent priority in his mind.
Ox:  Okay.
T2:  Shelter gets in the way of [snow/skate] boarding, ...
T2:  Being muscled, ...
T2:  Eat, sleep train, ...
T2:  Getting mindless sex ...
Ox:  Anything else?
T2:  Partying.
Ox:  Eat, sleep, train, sex, party.
Ox:  Smoking?
T2:  No.  I suppose I could probably convince him it would keep him from being fat.
Ox:  It does suppress appetite.
Ox:  Try it.
T2:  Don't worry about where you will sleep ...
T2:  ... until you need to sleep.
T2:  Don't worry about food until you are hungry.
T2:  Get it?  It's so simple....
T2:  Nothing else ....
Ox:  I need to take medication so that is a necessity.
Ox:  Maybe that could be a minor secondary thing ... or included in training.
T2:  No future.
T2:  No planning.
T2:  No money.
T2:  No worries.
Ox:  No cares, no worries.
T2:  Yep.
Ox:  Too dumb to worry.
T2:  Jason literally cannot worry; everything is in use, nothing is left to use to worry.
T2:  It's so simple.
Ox:  Yeah....   
T2:  The problem is: how do you box yourself in like that?
T2:  It's not normal; it's an artificial construct.
T2:  I don't think you can complete this noose yourself.
T2:  I think the last brick has to be put in place by someone else.
T2:  But it's just a gut feeling.
Ox:  Damn, we should be able to figure out a hypnosis program for this.
Ox:  Make a hypnosis tape of all permitted subjects you can think about.
Ox:  Make everything else off limits.
T2:  You are not getting ti.
T2:  Nothing is off limits.
Ox:  Explain.
T2:  Just this:  These priorities are all you have.  Nothing else.
T2:  Choose the following nine [or whatever number] interests.  That's it.  That's all.
Ox:  Okay, your only interests are:
Ox:  a, b, c, d, ..., i.
T2:  You got it.
T2:  You are kept so busy by these vital things that, for example, when you try to read ...
T2:   ... it sorta comes in slowly.
T2:  He can rad big words; he is just reading them one character at a time real slowly.
Ox:  Ahhhh ....
T2:  So you are stupid.
T2:  You know ... slow.
Ox:  Yeah.
T2:  Not because you are retarded but because you are all used up.
Ox:  Interesting way to do it.
T2:  Yes, brilliant.
Ox:  Truly brilliant!
T2:  And, as far as I can see, permanent.
Ox:  Irreversible?
T2:  And when you get the emergency response system kicking, guess what?
T2:  You are smart again.
Ox:  It kicks in, and when the emergency is over, it stops, and you're dumb again.
T2:  Well, if you went to jail and could not do you  interests, it might break down.
Ox:  Even in jail, you can eat, sleep, and lift weights.
Ox:  And food and shelter is supplied.
Ox:  And sex is there.
Ox:  So even in jail you'd be dumb.
T2:  Jason is a boarder; that is not supplied.  Snowboards, skateboards,....
Ox:  Oh, right....
T2:  Jason has one big problem:  he is not limited by the legality of something.
T2:  He does not notice that he is doing something illegal till the next day.
Ox:  He is so dumb ... how is he going to commit a crime?
Ox:  Run a red light?
Ox:  Forget to pay for food?
T2:  Oh, yeah.  Restaurants are too complicated for him.
T2:  Dude, he is a mooch.
Ox:  Even Mickey D's is too complicated?
T2:  Yes.
T2:  It is so amazing.
T2:  And, dude, it is not an act.
Ox:  I can deal with this.
Ox:  Damn, I want this!
Ox:  ... so bad!
T2:  No one could do this for an entire day and not slip up.
Ox:  We gotta figure out how to do this!
T2:  Yes.
T2:  It must work like compulsive disorders.
Ox:  Something like NLP [NeuroLinguistic Processing] but in reverse ...
Ox:  ... NLP is used to eliminate bad habits; this would induce them.
Ox:  You say you think it has to be put in place and/or activated by someone else?
T2:  Someone has to hammer the final nail and seal the window up.
T2:  I can't see how you could close that last window yourself.
Ox:  Yes ... like trying to tie yourself up.
T2:  I don';t even think Jason can tell me what was done.
T2:  He can tell em what it feels like.
T2:  He says when he tries to think it is like a fly buzzing and he has to swat it ...
T2: ... and he loses the thought.
Ox:  Damn, the more I hear of this the more I like it.
Ox:  Can Jason tell you who did it?
T2:  Yes.
T2:  Well ... sort of.
Ox:  Will he tell you?
T2:  Well he worked for this farmer and ended up this way.
Ox:  Damn, want to find out this farmer's name?
T2:  I know who it is.
Ox:  Who is it ... and will he do it to us?
T2:  I just have to figure out how to ask him.
Ox:  How about, "I knew Jason before he changed.  I want to be like he is now.  Can you help me?"
Ox:  "And I also have a good friend who wants the same thing.  Could you help him too, please?
 
[This is only a partial typescript of the IM.  There is much more to come....]

Ox:  How did you find all this out?

My dream may become reality: an IM that gives me hope

I had a great intriguing IM with a friend on May 21, 2010 that I'd like to share.  I am going to clean up the spelling somewhat but that's about all the changes I'm going to make.

Ox:  Hi, dude.
T2:   Hey dude
Ox:  What's new?
T2:   Oh, I actually met somebody who was helped to become stupid and muscular. 
Ox:  Really?  Who and how?
T2:  By conditioning and hypnosis.
T2:  and I think they desired it.
Ox:  What was his name?
T2.  His name is Jason.  He is conditioned so well he acts dumb.
Ox:  Wow! There's hope for me yet!
T2:  Jason is so bad that he can't even deal with IM or cell phones.  What happened to him is hot.
Ox:  Who helped him?  What programs did he use?  Where can I get them?
T2:  He thinks he is a 17 year old skateboarder.
Ox:  Neat ... *envy*
T2:  He has no idea what happened and can't explain ...
T2:  ... but he is going to try to ask the guy who did it to get hold of me ... if he remembers.
Ox:  Wonderful .. and if/when he contacts you ask him to contact me as well.
T2:  I will. 
T2:  The problem is that Jason is so unfocused that I have to keep trying to remind him.
Ox:  Thank you, thank you, thank you!
Ox:  Oh, how old is Jason?  You said he thinks he's 17.
T2:  Jason is in his 30s.
Ox:  Wonderful.
T2:  I knew the guy years ago.  It is quite a change.
Ox:  What kind of dude was he?  Smart, focused, intellectual, what?
T2:  He no longer cares about anything except his thing.
T2:  He was smart and focused and driven.
T2:  Now he is unfocused and sorta slow.
T2:  All he wants to do is eat party work out.
Ox:  Oh, wow ... *envy*
Ox:  I am getting so fucking turned on right now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
T2:  So yeah, I think it may be possible after all.
Ox:  Yeah ... fuck yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
T2:  I am not sure he is really stupid.
Ox:  Gods, I so want it to happen to me.
T2:  He is just so unfocused and laid back that thinking is too much work.
Ox:  Please, gods, let it happen to me!
T2:  If I find out what was done to him, I will tell you.
Ox:  Thank you.
T2:  Besides, considering how driven he was it might be nice to be nothing.
Ox:  I just want enough brain power to be able to pay bills and write checks each month ...
Ox ... and maybe balance the checkbook.
T2:  Dude, that's smarter than Jason is at this point.
T2:  He can't count too big and forget about being able to write.
Ox:  Well, I can hopefully set it up to have all the bills paid automatically.
T2:  And I saw enough to come to the conclusion that he is not fooling.
Ox:  But since I'm alone I really got to have enough smarts to pay my bills ...
Ox:  ... or arrange for someone to do it for me.
T2:  Do you really want to be that dumb?
Ox:  Actually ... FUCK, YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
T2:  Who would I chat with?
Ox:  I dunno ... I don't care.
T2:  That's him.
Ox:  If I'm that dumb, I won't care.
Ox:  Can he spell?
T2:  Somehow it is just too much effort to be smart.
Ox:  Or read?
Ox:  Or does he even give a shit?
T2:  Well he can't spell and [as for being able to] read ... not too well; he can't figure out road signs.
T2:  We got lost with him driving.
Ox:  Oh, fuck, I am so fucking envious and jealous that I'm hard as a rock.
Ox:  Does he know right from left?  Or care?
T2:  Don't start since I don't.
Ox:  I am so envious it is not funny ... but I am also as hard as a rock and it's not going down soon.
T2:  I am totally unsure how it was done.
Ox:  I want it done to me .... please gods ...let it happen to me.
Ox:  Does he care if he was smarter once? Is he happy now?
T2:  And he has no idea.  He does remember being smarter ...
T2:  ... but can't remember why he wanted to be.
T2:  Look, he is an eight year old in a adult body.
T2:  Life is just one big party.
T2:  And he compulsively bodybuilds.
Ox:  If I even touch myself I'm gonna shoot.
T2:  Geesh dude.
T2:  I would hate to think what would happen if you met him.
Ox:  Probably worship him and beg him to get the dude to help me.
T2:  I am sure that he is as smart as he always was, just he is totally unfocused.
Ox:  Life is a big fucking party all the time ... what's not to want?
T2:  Ah, well, dude, it gets hard when you run out of money and starve.
Ox:  Is he running out of money or starving?
T2:  Well, he is a mooch at the end of his paycheck.
T2:  And he does work ... moving boxes in a warehouse.

[other stuff]

Ox:  Gods, I can't stop thinking about Jason.
Ox:  And my hard on will not go away.
Ox:  Can you get a pic of him for me?
T2:  Ah, well, if I get to his home town and figure out where he is.
Ox:  Works for me.
Ox:  Give me a description to tide me over?
Ox:  Hair, eyes, body type, etc.?
T2a:  I guess it took a couple of years.
T2:  Geesh, dude, are you kidding?
Ox:  Fuck, no, I'm a fucking horny dude and this is not going away any time soon.
Ox:  And just thinking about him is not helping ...
Ox:  ... or rather it is helping ... a lot!
T2:  Muscled, tanned, medium body type, shaved head, hair in his chin, dyed blond ...
Ox:  As I may have mentioned, this is a fucking dream of mine ... and he made it come true.
T2:  Muscle boi surfer type.
Ox:  Oh fucking YUM!  I am fucking salivating now.
T2:  Got the beach talk down so well you cannot understand him. 
T2:  The surfer/snowboarder slang.  I guess he snowboards.

[other stuff]

Ox:  Tell me more about Jason.
T2:  I have no idea what you want to hear.
Ox:  Everything  ... before, during, after ... is he happy?  Content?
T2:  I don't think he worries about that sort of thing.  I think he just is.
Ox:  Oh, be still my beating heart!
Ox:  *lust*
Ox:  *envy*
T2:  *mental lust*
Ox:  Lust for what he is and how he became that way.
T2:  Yep.
Ox:  Doesn't worry, content, hot, and muscled ... paradise.
T2:  Well, that is not something that is a survival skill.
Ox:  Why is "muscled, hot, and sexy" not a survival skill?
T2:  Not worrying about the future.
Ox:  Living in the now is a good thing ... most things that are worried about don't come to pass.
T2:  And being gay is not something that gets passed on genetically.
Ox:  Being gay is a genetic trait -- recessive, but genetic.
T2:  Must be a very recessive trait.
T2:  Then what about being bi?
Ox:  According to Woody Allen, it doubles your chances for a date on Saturday night.
T2:  Hum ... I will tell you what I find out.
Ox:  I bet Jason is rarely alone on Saturday night or whenever he wants to have sex.
T2:  No, I don't think he is ever alone.
Ox:  That's what I want ... works for me.
T2:  He is a painfully dense muscleboi and everyone seems to love him.
Ox What's not to love?
Ox:  I take it he doesn't dress up much and it's mostly tight clothes to show off the muscle.
T2:  Well, he gets lost driving....
Ox:  duh ....
T2:  Geesh .. no worries.  I am jealous.
Ox:  Like I said -- I'm in *lust*

[other stuff]

Ox:  Thinking about Jason and that it is possible for me to become a dumb muscle boi ...
Ox:  ... and I am so fucking turned on by the idea
Ox:  and Jason's example proves it's possible!  Oh, fuck, yeah!
Ox:  it's called an obsession.
T2:  Hm, you have an obsession?
Ox:  Yeah, to be turned into a a dumb sexy muscle boi like you described Jason as.
T2:  Ah, you will probably not be able to read or write.
Ox:  Who gives a shit?
Ox:  I ... Don't ... Care!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ox:  Literally.
Ox:  I.
Ox:  Don't
Ox:  Care!!!!!!!!!!
Ox:  I just want it to happen ... no reading, now writing, no numbers, no cares, no worries....
Ox:  ... just working out, smoking, sex, and partying
Ox:  Just as you described Jason as being .. and that's all I want my life to be:  to stupid to be unhappy.
T2:  I wish someone had done this to me at 16.
Ox:  So do I.
Ox:  Hell, it's never too late!
Ox:  That's why I'm so fucking interested in how Jason had it done and if the dude would do it to me.
Ox:  I fucking want that life!
Ox:  And I am so fucking envious that Jason did it / found someone to do it to him.
T2:  I have no idea what was done .. but I do remember that you have to start with the desire.
Ox:  I'm obsessed with this being done to me!!!!
T2:  Never.
Ox:  If it's not for you, that's okay with me.  I want it so bad I can taste it.
T2:   It would be nice....

[other stuff]

Ox:  Tell me more about Jason.
T2:  d000d gag me with a spoon.
Ox:  Rather have Jason gag me with his cock.
T2:  Ah, right, and how could I get him interested in going to your home town?
Ox:  maybe I could absorb some of what was done to him with his sperm.
T2:  He would probably get lost anyway.
Ox:  Damn, dude, I'll come to him if it would help.
T2:  No idea if he even remembers my questions.
T2:  I mean, how do you get answers out of a side of beef?
Ox:  Dude, beef is for eating.
Ox:  Dude, you could probably get an intelligent answer out of him if you asked about training.
T2:  Dude, he could not explain how to get hold of that guy that trained him.
T2:  He was all confused.
Ox:  Ask anyway.
Ox:  Please?  I beg you!
T2:  I will.
T2:  I am not exactly local; he lives fifty miles from here and has no phone.
Ox:  Dammit, I really want an answer to who helped him ...
Ox: ... and if he would help me the same way.
T2:  I am interested too, dude.
T2:  Geesh, the problem with laid back people is that that are so laid back.
Ox:  I love laid back dudes, dude

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Hypnosis files for your own use -- Part One

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Diary entry

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How it began ....

Dudes.

I was never interested in becoming a jock. It sort of "just happened".

Several years ago, I visited one of my favorite regular websites, http://www.warpmymind.com/ --which everyone refers to as WMM for obvious reasons -- looking at what new hypnosis files were available. I had been a fairly constant visitor and hypnosis file user for the last few months. I enjoy hypnosis. I had used the files often enough that just hearing the voice of EMG [Evil Mindwarp Guy, owner of the site and maker of many of the hypnosis files] was almost enough to put me in trance. A few friends also share this problem. I found some training files I was interested in. They were Train Erotic Dreams [my dirty mind keeps wanting to remember it as Train Lurid Dreams] and Train Lucid Dreams. Listed between these two files was another file in which I had no interest: Train Total Jock.

WMM has three types of files. The most innocuous are "Trigger" files, where a post-hypnotic suggestion is implanted so that you will act in a preprogrammed way when the "trigger" is spoken. The trigger is usually of the form "(blank) time for you.", where (blank) refers to the post-hypnotic suggestion that was implanted. To return to normal functioning, someone has to say the phrase "Revert to normal.". Next are "Train" files, which implant desires that affect your behavior [but can be reversed]. Then there are "Curse" files, which are irreversible changes -- and there is a sort of "dare you" challenge built into the very irreversibility, especially for non-believers in hypnosis.

Back to Train Total Jock [TTJ]. [I abbreviate everything.] I was going to listen to one of the dream files -- I have trouble remembering any dreams and thought this might help. At the last minute, I decided to listen to the other file. Instead of listening to either dream file, I accidentally clicked on the file between them, Train Total Jock. Oooooooooops! The suggestions on TTJ are basically that you are totally interested in "sports, sex, drinking, and working out" and that's about it ... and, oh, yeah, you also get a lot dumber. You enjoy watching sports, playing sports, talking about sports, you like sex, beer, lifting weights, muscles, exercise ... and these basically become your only interests. You become a basic "dumb jock" stereotype, in other words.

Not to worry, right? I can always use the file EMG made for canceling out any unwanted effects. Seems he had a few complaints about files that worked too well ... It was late at night, I was on a public computer, and the place was about to close. I just had time to finish up listening to TTJ, pack up, and go home when the place closed. No worry. I can come back tomorrow and use the cancellation file.

Yeah, right.

I got home, read for a while, watched the eleven o'clock news, the Jay Leno Show, and instead of going to bed, started flipping channels. I settled on the SPEED channel and watched a three-hour rebroadcast of the latest NASCAR Winston Cup [now Sprint Cup] Race. Jeff Gordon [# 24 DuPont Chevy, Hendrick Motor Sports] won.

This was unusual behavior for me. I detested sports ... with a passion.

Using hypnosis, it is easier to turn a negative emotion into a positive emotion than to create something from nothing. I had all these negative emotions about jocks from high school -- I was the nerd who was always getting picked on in high school. Due to my grand mal epilepsy not being controlled sufficiently, the school board -- in its infinite wisdom -- decided that it was too risky for me to be allowed to take any physical education class. I was the only person in high school exempt from phys ed. I didn't even know where the gym was ... and looked it.

So, since I couldn't play sports -- I never learned how -- and never exercised, of course, I was never interested in sports.  Not in watching sports, not in playing sports, not in talking about them ...

TTJ was working quite well for listening once.  And I listened to it quite often.  I even broke down and ordered an MP3 of the hypnofile from WMM.  Since I could listen to it for free, why bother?  Well, I wanted to listen to it at night, right before I went to bed ... and maybe punch the repeat button on the mp3 player and listen all night while I slept.

I never did get around to listening to the cancellation file.

I went from no interest in sports or working out to an obsession in one easy hypnosis session.

I started a dairy about a week later to track the changes.  Yes, I was definitely noticing changes in my behavior and my beliefs.  I may dig out those handwritten diaries and publish a few selected entries

Peace and muscles,

Ox