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John Romaniello

New York
advisor, author, and typewriter enthusiast. I teach people how to find and refine their writing voice. ranked #3 in the world in snuggling.

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Yesterday was World Suicide Prevention Day. ⠀ I’m posting this picture today, exactly 24 hours after, to honor that. ⠀ Because this picture was taken months ago…exactly 24 hours after my most recent suicide attempt. ⠀ This is the face of mental illness. Right there, in front of you. ⠀ Most think of depressed people as visibly low. Unshowered; unshaven; unkempt. ⠀ Yet here I am, one day after I tried to end my own life. Smiling. Laughing. Taking a selfie. ⠀ My goal here is not to garner sympathy, it’s to educate you. ⠀ Mental illness is both invisible in its presentation and inconsistent in its effect. ⠀ Non-sufferers forget; it’s just human nature. Until something happens, and you reach out. ⠀ Then you say, “Call me next time, I’m here for you.” ⠀ Please don’t ever fucking do that again. Ever. ⠀ I KNOW you’re well-intentioned. But this is a person suffering from a disease which exacerbates guilt, shame, worthlessness, and self-loathing. ⠀ 𝐏𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. ⠀ They worry their condition annoys people and erodes relationships. They live in fear friends and family are tired of dealing with them, and that just one more complaint will scare people away for good. ⠀ You put the onus on us to ask for help, when asking for help is our greatest fear. ⠀ We don’t want to bother you. We don’t want you to think less of us. We don’t want you to see us as we see ourselves: weak and broken, scarred and stricken, torn and tear-stained. ⠀ Who would? ⠀ So we hide it. And there are no finer actors in all the world. We can pull together the shattered pieces of our masks and set them in place to walk out into the world would faster than you can imagine. ⠀ “Call me,” you say. ⠀ I’m here to help you understand: you’re asking someone to stop, drop, and roll when the world is on fire. ⠀ They can’t reach out. They can’t ask for help. They can’t even get out of bed. ⠀ You reach out. You call them. You remind them, over and over and over: That you’re there. That they’re not alone. That they matter. ⠀ You take the lead. Because they can’t. ⠀ That’s how you help: before. Not after.
1,569 | September 11, 2018
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𝐀𝐬 𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐘𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫, I don't like to post things about September 11th. It hits too close to home. It’s too painful for me to dig into the memories. ⠀ And with all that's been said by people far wiser than I, there's no reason for me to add my voice to that particular chorus. ⠀ Bᴜᴛ Sᴇᴘᴛᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 12ᴛʜ. Tʜᴀᴛ's ᴀ ᴅᴀʏ I ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ. ⠀ Despite the horror and the uncertainty, despite the still-raging fires and the ever-surging calculations of damage and death—9/12 was the day people really started to come together. ⠀ Thus began short age of harmony and unity that will forever stand out as one of the most poignant and important periods of American History. ⠀ As with all such things, it was not meant to last. Nothing perfect, or nearly perfect, can be anything but temporary. ⠀ It was a heartfelt moment, one frozen in time and memory. And thawed eventually by the return to the humdrum worries of every day life and the acclimation to the new normal. ⠀ Still. For that moment, it was beautiful. ⠀ To call our current social and political climate "divided" would be an understatement so extreme it defies all sanity. Despite that (or, perhaps, because of it) I find comfort in looking back and remembering a day when our differences—of race, of opinion, of political affiliation—didn't seem quite so important. ⠀ There's a passage from Arthurian legend wistfully honoring the glory of Camelot just after its ending, which seems appropriate here: ⠀ “𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗳 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝗯𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻...𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻." ⠀ Let us hope it does, though perhaps not on the heels of tragedy. ⠀ So: today, let’s take a moment and honor that time of unity, even if we can no longer remember what it felt like. appreciate you, I love you, and I hope you realize you can change the world. ⠀ One final quote, this one from the great philosophers Bill S. Preston, Esq and Ted Theodore Logan: "Be excellent to each other."
1,598 | September 12, 2018
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I took a 🤳🏽 this morning. ⠀ According to my scale, I’m 193lbs, 13.5% bf. ⠀ Certainly not in the best condition of my life, but good muscular density, visible abs, high vascularity. Not bad. ⠀ BUT ⠀ ❌🆘I’ve trained exactly TWICE in the past 5️⃣ weeks🆘❌ ⠀ I’ve been getting MAYBE 1500 Kcal/day. ⠀ Simply put: I’m doing everything wrong. ⠀ And yet, I’m 6/10 #wouldbang (alas, my pointy elbows) with no effort. ⠀ Here’s how. ⠀ My friend ddn3d makes a brilliant comparison between physique and finances: the more ardently you invest in your 20s, the easier it is to coast in your 30s and 40s. ⠀ We often talk about physique set points, or a sort of baseline. The more you train and progress, the more advanced that baseline is. ⠀ And (‼️) the longer you STAY in that condition, the easier to maintain. ⠀ It’s like an interest savings account: you can’t go on 2-year spending spree, but you’ve got a bit of latitude to live off the returns for a bit📈 ⠀ Like deposits into an account, training is cumulative—at least in terms time under tension. ⠀ To that: I’ve been training consistently for 17 years. At an average of 4️⃣ sessions/week, that’s 3536 sessions. Factor in missed days, off weeks, and deloads, let’s call it 3250. ⠀ My sessions are ~90min; accounting for rest, bullshitting, and Facebook, let’s conservatively say 30 min/session has been spent on productive training. ⠀ With a collective 97,500 minutes spent under the iron, I’ve invested a fuckton of time and energy into my account. I’m not currently making any deposits and I def can’t do this forever, I’ve spent 5 weeks coasting on the interest. —— — At the risk of drifting into hackneyed truisms, there are no magic diets or programs that yield 10X the norm. However, incremental increases add up. ⠀ While ANY deposit is better than none, the savvier your investments, the greater the returns will be. So: follow a good program or hire a great coach. ⠀ All of which is to say, my advice to 20somethings is this: put in the work now and when you’re 36, you too can be lazy for a month and be 🆗. ⠀ For everyone else: the best time to plant a tree is 20 years ago; the second best time is now. ⠀ Go lift some shit. #damndaddy
1,228 | May 16, 2018
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𝐑𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐲 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝑺𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝐄𝐱𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ⠀ I've been trying to write this for days. I'm always trying to write this. This or something like this. The post. The text. The email. ⠀ The explanation. The admission. The acceptance. ⠀ And the aftermath. The conversation. The reassessment. The restructuring. ⠀ It's all here, or will be. Either coming or come and gone. ⠀ Writing this sets us into motion. Again. A step back to go forward, and always in a circle: a lazy spiral away from the source, almost far enough to forget it'll snap back again. Almost. ⠀ I wanted to make it beautiful for you, when I wrote it. So I've been trying to write it for days. Too many now. I couldn't. ⠀ Absent beauty, we can hold to truth. So. ⠀ A former version of myself, some me that once was, feared writing this. Showing it. Sharing it. Being it. ⠀ People cleave to vulnerability, hold it up like some gem, met with ooohs and aaahs and a chorus lauding bravery. Polished stones, claimed rough-hewn. ⠀ Miles past vulnerability is exposure. Total fucking exposure. To all of it. ⠀ A night clawing at a hotel bed, sheets twisted into knots, mustering resolve. A day with eyes wide and fists clenched, tendons creaking a symphony of restlessness, stretched like a drum from anxiety. A week watching yourself unravel. ⠀ A month with the smallest and sanest part of you trapped in the prison of your own mind, howling endlessly against the walls, your echo a death knell. ⠀ A season of your life lived naked in the desert for the rising and falling of three moons. You and your demons. ⠀ It’s not so shiny a bauble as vulnerability, but exposure does wonders for extinguishing fear. ⠀ In the hollow where once fear lived and fed now dwells resignation. Vexation. Annoyance. Hate. ⠀ Truly. I hate having to write this. To publish it. To talk about it. To clean up after it. ⠀ But. We don't get to choose our battles, only how we fight them. Depression is mine. ⠀ So here we are. Here I am. ⠀ Alive. Reasonably well, for what it’s worth. ⠀ And ever at your service—now and always. ⠀ #depressionsupport #mentalhealthawarness #suicidesurvivor
1,124 | December 18, 2018

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