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so, i went to this cult intro thingy last night...

ok, so its not a real cult, i don't think. its this thing called the "landmark forum". this is supposedly the program ian just went through that made him call me and apologize for being "unauthentic" and "ingenuine" with me. i figured anything that could make a guy like Captain Selfdestruct turn around and admit guilt and regret with an air of sincerity was worth checking out at the very least.

it was kinda wierd. as we decended the steps from the hotel lobby to the conference room Tassia was greeted with hugs and hellos from every angle. i must have been introduced to 20 people just in our arrival. we enterd the large stuffy conference room amongst probably 150 people. everyone had name tags, the graduates had yellow ones and the introducties had white ones. our speaker, Randy, was comical and imformitive. i was digging the "breakthough" story exchange, they were inspiring. the onlt thing i didn't get was how a room full of this many people could be so enthusiastic about such an experimental education. an education that consists of 3 15hr consecutive days of training and one night of recap for $370. these people were 18-75 yrs old. thats just odd. well, i thought to myself, either this is amazing or an amazing scam. it was all good till they took the introducties in groups of 15 to seperate rooms with a forum instructors. i felt like i was being grilled. they were smart people. they'd ask polite questions and build your answers to "reveal" insecurities and egg you on to recognize these problems in other areas of your life. and you can bet "The Landmark Forum is the answer!". i was trying so hard to keep an open mind, but i felt like i was being sold. it was all intersting and fun till some crazy Landmark bitch started grilling me into droping 100 bucks that night, right now, nows the time. she didn't just try to intimidate you with eye contact and a heavy interst in every tone, face twitch and word you spoke, no. she fucking leered! i finally told her that i couldn't protest signing-up any longer because i felt intimidated and very uninterested after her presence. i think i hurt her feelings. oh well. it was 10:45pm and I WANTED TO GO HOME. i think tassia was disapointed with my lack of enthusiasium on the car ride home. atleast i checked it out. its really somthing i could be intersted in, but not now.

so, i escaped without a branding or drinking blood. ya know, there wasn't even a sacrifice? the people running the thing didn't even have a silly jump suit uniform. they didn't even have matching reboks! some cult.