

I’m not advocating for any of these, but my journey towards feeling secure in a male adult identity was probably:
- Good set of male friends in high-school that I still keep in touch with (at 48). That was pure luck, I didn’t get to choose them ending up in my class.
- Joined the army at 18. Hard work but definitely forced me into a number of situations I wouldn’t otherwise have had to deal with and raised my personal confidence that the unknown was generally something that could be handled.
- Did the Landmark Forum early twenties. I do not recommend this to anyone but it did wonders for me.
- Through doing a bunch of shitty jobs learnt to apply for good jobs.
- Raised with high expectations. Parents weren’t jerks or unreasonable but they expected me to apply myself without ever nagging at me. Good parents is a huge hidden privilege.
- Met my wife at the right time and through sheer luck she turned out to be perfect.
In short: Mostly luck, privilege and a bit of hard work. And when I say privilege I do not mean money. That we had not very much of.
It’s time the U.S. deals with big Greenland once and for Oil.