Another story. Nothing fundamentally new, but there is a reference to my stories. Therefore I will publish.
I’ll start with the way I got to qnet. It all started with the fact that I met a friend on the bus. We talked, he suggested I meet and show me the “project” over which he works with his partners. I was not very interested, but since I recently left the university, and I had nothing to do frankly, I agreed and came. Further on the described scheme at your blog (I would have stumbled upon it before …). They played on my low self-esteem, after a series of failures, and I, as the last one, agreed. I lent a lot of money from friends close to me, by lying. He brought money, activated, began to work. It’s strange, but I was not frightened by the trainings, which talk about dreams and how to think about them. I always thought it was a complete mess and humiliated everyone who read Secret books and the like. And they got this from me, I got hooked. After a week of active work, 5 of my friends came to the office. One of them refused at once, saying that he was simply not interested, and he was doing his favorite thing. Others 4 humbly agreed to a second meeting. The next day two of them came, the rest were canceled. In the evening I met with one of the canceled meeting to find out why he does not want to go. We met in the bar, talked about the abstract, then he began to explain to me why I was such an idiot, showed your blog, calculations. At first, I started to freak out. Then a grain of common sense made my way to my mind, which had not yet fully solidified from all these trainings and meetings. I began to think. The psychological mechanism of negation has earned. I was deceived. Impudently, vilely, disgustingly. But the worst thing is that they made me lie to my closest people. I could not lift my eyes 20 minutes, I was ashamed to look into my friend’s eyes. He realized that he could pull me out again, and asked me to share his thoughts, not to shut up, and I just looked at the floor and could not say a word. I asked for an invoice and said that I should go. I wanted to go home and huddle in a corner, hide from the world, fall asleep and not wake up. I was not covered by anger and anger, I was overwhelmed with infinite shame. We left the institution and on the way to the metro met two more friends whom I called for the ill-fated company. It turned out they were going to intervene, but one person was enough. They asked me what I thought about all this, but I was silent. A minute later I begged for forgiveness and tears welled in my eyes instantly. They said that everyone understands and does not blame me. After they gave me a drink and joked as if nothing had happened. Practically all the time I was silent, only nodded. I was very lucky with my friends. They did not abandon me, they helped me.
I write to you the next morning. Shame does not leave me, and even worse – my vanity was finished to the end. I studied all of these psychological techniques, read books on these topics, even tried some of these methods on acquaintances, of course on completely innocuous things. And he himself fell into these threads. I could not use elementary mathematics, although I studied for a programmer. So disgustingly I still never felt myself.
Now I have to pay my debts and return the loyalty of my friends, and not the fact that I can. I will look for work, any, for, as far as I understand, I can not return money from the company in any way. To sell the ticket bought in the company, too will not leave, as I now doubt, that the given hotel in general exists.
Thank you for your attention, I hope my story will help you convince people not to go to these offices.
