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I was a bitter and cynical Marxist activist who used to follow Wayne Price and read all his essays. I didn't have many friends, and only related to other activists at rallies or when we were throwing rocks at bank windows and slashing rich people's cars tires in gentrified suburbs late at night.
Life was empty and meaningless, and then one day I met a Stirnerian girl who lived a positive and joyful life and I haven't looked back since. She psychologically freed me of all my spooks and false assumptions, I was reborn and dropped my miserable socialist world view for a creative vibrant individualistic Stirnerian one.
Don't listen to Wayne, its all fake and a trick to enslave you!