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[StargazerParticipant]

I have to throw my hat in here and agree with most of what’s been said so far.

The fact that you’re living together means you can’t just cut her off,.. leaving the house you share would give her incredible power over you and your stuff and most females in that situation will turn vengeful and use everything they have to take you down and make you pay for rejecting them and, in their mind, causing them to have wasted all the time and effort they put into pinning you down.

So yeah, go with KeyMaster.’s plan of turning yourself into a sniveling, pussy whipped, clingy loser. The only thing I would add is that you need some kind of turning point to make the change in your behavior believable… like maybe watch some chick flick about a guy who loses his dad or suffers some abuse or some kind of bulls~~~ and then act sullen and withdrawn for a couple of days after then come out with the new persona after a long heart to heart talk about how deeply that movie effected you and made you think about how important real love is in a relationship blah blah.

Connecting it to some traumatic experience (real or made up) that you had will give you cover for not wanting to have sex for a while… it just hurts too much to do that after these feelings have come back to you blah blah… then the “loss” of your job can be covered by your sudden change in life priorities and the challenges you’ve been facing coming to terms with your new, more emotional self.

All of it dovetails into the final move where you tell her you really need her to stand by you through this and that, while it may take a long time and she may have to carry you financially until you get back on your feet, you really need her and love her and money, working hard and wasting your time on material goods just doesn’t really matter to you any more now that you realize how important your feelings are.

Give her the “win” of dumping you and you’ll never have to worry about her again.

[Gratus84Participant]

Your body’s ability to repair itself will largely depend on a number of things.

Muscle catabolism does not happen if there is a surplus of building materials available.. The 25 g protein absorbed per meal is a myth, a lot of it stays in the small intestine, I could find the research article if you’d like but if there’s one thing I’d want to be OCD it would just have to be making sure that every workout I have proof that what I’m doing is working.

The stronger and bigger you get, the longer you will need to take to recover from training sessions ALL THINGS EQUAL. You can not change the fundamental laws of physics and nature, some processes in the body take longer to adapt to.

I have asked the same question as you and thought on this subject for the later part of my twenties. There is only so much food we can shove into our bodies based on the individuals motivation and what’s reasonable for that person. I’m sure you’ve heard of “There’s no such thing as over-training, only under-eating and under-sleeping.” Well I used to think that, but when you start getting into heavier weights you have to factor in changes in bone density, ligaments, tendons, even changes in the heart.

New vasculature, increased blood volume, the nervous system creating more synaptic connections.. The harder you are able to tax your body the more damage you do to it, the longer and more demanding your recovery dictates on the system. Like the mother lifting the car over from her kid or what not. Or when you hear about some meth or crackhead having superhuman strength. I don’t believe there is a one size fits all.

The bigger the injury the longer the recovery. If you keep training and tearing something that is not fully built up, you never allow the “scar” tissue or new muscle to be built. You have to repair the tear first, then add on to it, and that was what I kept thinking about that made the most sense. It’s in a sense kind of a “waste” of food in that you never really did use it to build new muscle… just repair something again that you never let fully recovered.

To address this I have spent a good amount of time working on a solution and template in google sheets where I can assess things based on performance, comparing apples to apples.

I always have a workout where I perform more total work. Period. Volume must ALWAYS increase. But that’s not enough, every main exercise must be increasing in weight, or the average training max/training weight is constantly on the rise. I use a moving average of 4 workouts to tell where I really am, and typically when I am lifting a same exercise like bench press it’s once every 8 to 9 days.

Keep in mind that if you are training other parts of your body that’s going to increase the recovery time of other muscle groups.

The most successful training and the way I currently do now is very simple.

Having had my fair share of nagging minor aches and injuries I’ve come to this conclusion and am conservative on my numbers, especially when I came back from my broken leg. It helps when you have a path and a log and it makes sense to you. The numbers speak for themselves. The iron never lies to you. I never have a bad workout when I train this way. The ONE time I started to plateau or even feel run down, I pushed the workout a day back, and I smashed the previous days records.

It’s a take away from Minimalist Training, but it’s fantastic for people that don’t want to live in the gym, and it works, and personally I feel it is sustainable long term and that’s why I am so enthusiastic about it. I don’t have to watch something to get pumped up or get motivated. I know exactly what I am doing every time I go in and have an awesome workout because I’ml rested and stronger. I focus on a few things per muscle group, and I stick with them. I would rather be 10% under trained, uninjured, and rested than even just 1% over-trained.

Your protein intake is going to vary. You can build muscle on a high-fat keto diet, but it’s not optimal in my opinion if you lack the discipline to control your carbs. I’ve never seen a keto lifter dead-lifting 800 pounds or benching 500. I even considered veganism with that german strong man, but he is frankly just has too much fat on him for me to consider that an option. I personally would like to see either of those cases happen with a ripped and strong lifter, but I haven’t found one that wasn’t more than 190 pounds soaking wet at 5’11”.

A targeted Keto diet with fast carbs timed around your training sessions is good, but a Cyclical Keto diet with carb refeeds is the best for both musclular development and low bodyfat.. although it’s even harder to have the self-restraint for that. It would be like smoking a pack of cigarettes one day then going through withdrawals then doing it all over again. Manipulating your carbs however is hands down the most efficient way to get that look.

I’m all for slow and steady with training. I typically pyramid up on the competition lifts or whatever it is that’s the focus for me, that will normally be along the lines of 10 sets (including warm ups) but this varies from group to group.

Spreading your muscle groups out over a 8 to 12 day rotation has it’s advantages, but it’s not practical for competing year round unless you plan ahead for it. The anxiousness you are talking about I know what you mean. Having something to do everyday alleviates that, as does having a proven method. Hell you could even just lift once a month and go all out and you could make progress and not change anything else. Four days rest sounds perfect to me if you are going hard.

I’ve done the maxing out on squat everyday, and higher frequency lifts. It’s the same principal but my issue with that is the joint pain and micro-trauma that accumulates. The ebb and flow of the weights you will be able to handle goes up and down, but like I said before, so long as the total work being done is increasing over time, you know what you are doing works. It’s just such a damn time sink.

Fundamentally it’s no big deal to push things another day back if life isn’t presenting itself the best opportunity or you have something else that needs your attention and can’t make it to the gym that day. Took me a long time to finally accept that and it’s better in the long run than training your dick into the dirt.

Find whatever works for you that makes sense and is something you can stick with.

Yeah that guy was Dr. Manhattan in watchmen. Very cool!

Hey boys, about 80%+ out of a really toxic relationship with this woman who ended up having a million red flags that sent me spiraling into this crazy depression; but I have a few final hang ups that are still getting me.

1:She worked as a flight nurse and I was OBSESSED with her job for a long time – due mainly to her and my interest in helicopters and rescue. She CONSTANTLY bragged how ‘she saved this guy, that guy’ etc etc, but the reality was in my mind all I could think about was her flying around the state/mountains going to these cool calls, landing and ‘saving the day’. I have some serious envy, that she gets to live and see this great state from the air, meanwhile I’m grinding in an office.

2: She was ultimately married/lived with guy – she never told me until I figure it out near end and was major reason I left, but it p~~~es me off she KNEW what was up, and can go back to her happy little life and I was left emotionally wrecked, she goes back to being the big flight nurse saving the day and Im the boy left behind.

3. If I was ‘stronger’ I could have kept my heart out of this and f~~~ed her endlessly for a while (I rarely think of this, as the marriage thing could bring some real pain if the husband found out.)
3a: I considered myself moral and I have a bit of an identify crisis that I was involved in an affair, wtf happened to me?!

4: The thought I ‘owe’ her an explanation why I dropped her so hard and never looked back, this was a woman we said ‘love you’ to each other.

5. Her crimes were essentially: lie by omission (husband/lived with him) and constant putdowns of me /brags of her yet I try to excuse it as ‘she never meant to hurt me’ major stockholm syndrome I know. That I ‘loved’ her so I shouldnt hold hate, that I should try to be friends, etc.

Anyway any help to annihilate these last vestiges of this bitch would help huge, thanks!

[KeymasterKeymaster]

@oruixo13

OK listen to me now, man. With everything you are, Im gonna share this with you because I was in EXACTLY the same situation.

She was exactly 23. I was 35. I was sick and f~~~ing tired of her baby s~~~. Exactly as you said.

The thing is that I don’t know why but she has managed to absorb my complete life. She requires my complete attention at all times when we are home and gets very emotional when I say I would like to have more time on my own. Starts to cry and all the drama starts.

One night she’s laying in bed facing away from me, and we have a talk about this, and I suggest she moves out, “finds herself”, gets a job (she had a job but something more siginificant), get her own place, be her own woman. Stand on her own. Encouraging independence in her. She is sobbing like crazy because she thought I was dumping her. I wasn’t. I was trying to give myself some f~~~ing room to breathe!!

I caved.

I let it run it’s course. I did my best and gave it a shot – for better or for worse (without the contract). I put up with all kinds of s~~~ I normally wouldn’t – just to be able to say I did my best and I was there through anything. When I reflect back on what I SHOULD have done, I go right back to that moment when she was crying facing away from me. I should have stuck to it and pushed her out the f~~~ing door. It all went downhill from there. And let me tell you “what a GREAT advantage a man can have over a woman, if he only knew what cold and calculating thoughts are going through her mind, while her eyes are brimming with tears”. – The Manipulated Man.

When I read that quote in that book many years later, I fell back in my chair and looked at the ceiling like a universe had just opened up for me.

DONT do what I did and allow it to go in for 3 more years.

She made the final year MISERABLE and was complaining and crying every other day.. For a YEAR. I remember finishing work, and on the way home thinking I have to work another shift now. That’s what it was like. Going to MY OWN HOME to work another f~~~ing job.

Also she is a true drama queen and I fear that she will destroy my belongings or harm me.

Here’s how i got rid of this one. Same kind of profile. Drama princess.

“FEIGN BETA”. Make yourself as repulsive to her as possible. Make that vagina as dry as the Sahara. Tell her how much you love her, how beautiful she is, “i love you so much”, you can’t live without her, and s~~~ like “she’s the reason you breathe”. All that disgusting s~~~ women hate. One random day, tell her you lost your job and you have no money. She will plan her departure by the end of the week, and if you do it right, she will be slurping on another dick cum Friday. Then go to work the next day same as usual, but make like you’re LOOKING for work. Be creative. You know her better than anyone. Whatever it takes to make the breakup HER idea. Be bad in bed. CRY where she can see it. S~~~ like that.

Make her sick of your sniveling beta s~~~. It works.
She won’t destroy your s~~~ if she’s grossed out by you and dumps you.

So how did it all end? Well after the break up, I saw her once.
You know what she said? “You didn’t allow me to be myself”.

lol!! Go straight to hell you f~~~ing bitch.

If you keep doing what you've always done... you're gonna keep getting what you always got.

[EscapedMentalPatientParticipant]

Keymaster wrote:

I read that article yesterday on the :”free the nipple” campaign and checked out the first picture. Once I looked past the rolls of hog fattt, there were 3 women parading with signs held WAY above their heads: “GO TOPLESS!!!”. The one in the middle was wearing a shirt.

Thanks sir. It was the first thing I saw too KeyMaster. A bit like running one of the famous three-legged races at a family picnic, but without two people’s legs tied together. Cheat much? Who knows, maybe she thought that day was “FREE DONUTS” day, but grabbed a sign anyway, because feminism.

Soldier-Medic wrote:

I was half way through the third paragraph before I realized it was a joke.

Escaped Mental Patient wrote:

I had to leave the pictures out, unfortunately. My camera was s~~~ on.

F~~~ing funny.

Gotcha! It was a s~~~ty thing to do, sorry bud.

Untamed wrote:

I just want know if a CNN reporter, her camera man and their van got s~~~ on.
But the article is top notch.

Sorry man, they weren’t available. Something about some other event called “SECRET PRICING: Men Pay Less For Groceries Than Women Do!”

Jon the Ex-Squid wrote:

You’re s~~~ting me! I bet the street sweepers were yelling “Scat! Scat!’. They must’ve been pretty pooped after all that effort. Though I suspect this event might be enough to get the Constipation Parade finally moving.

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Sphincter.

Alas. The Constipation Parade is postponed this year. They showed up on the sidelines to cheer their brethren on, but the Laxative company sponsoring “FREE THE SPHINCTER” accidentally passed out Dulcolax as refreshments, and just went and blew all the plans out their arse.

[GreatDaneParticipant]

You made the mistake of changing your plans about the vacation. Too late now. That was her test to see if she had the final say in the decisions effecting the household. She knew she was testing those waters by getting pregnant against your will. Their mode of thinking becomes like a child pushing to see how far they can go each time. That same mode will get you cucked with a 3rd child if you stick around. With the vacation flip, she established herself as “the boots wearer” in the relationship. Long gone is the dream of a relationship based on compromise and mutual respect. You have a potential monster on your hands, bro. Do what you can to minimize the damage she will inevitably inflict on your dream . Get a lawyer.

Years ago, I was a soldier stationed in Alaska. My new wife stayed in Texas to complete her ten year academic saga in pursuit of a bachelor’s degree. That’s correct. It took her ten years to complete a 4 year college degree. She wasn’t struggling with a couple of classes a semester while she worked to support herself. She had scholarships. She was a full time student for most of ten years. She would fail out of one class in her academic program and then completely change majors. She went from nursing, to hospital administration, to something else, and then to respiratory therapy. She failed yet again another class in the last degree plan.

She called to tell me this and that she was going to change her major to child development. AKA, working daycare. Oh yeah, she was going to move to Alaska to be with me. I could smell diminishing goals over the phone line. I told her that that’s not possible. I will not support her and she might as well finish school. Her mother had (just retired a few years ago) worked in day care and pre-kindergarten for decades. I told her that she shouldn’t do this. Working daycare all day then the idea of coming home to kids, if she wants to have them in future, may not be a good idea. I had to verbally boot her in the ass to finish. She did. To this day she has never acknowledged that if I hadn’t given her the drill sergeant routine she wouldn’t be where she is now.

The Christmas ’97, I came ‘home’ on leave and boy did she have plans. They involved blitzkrieging all over central Texas to see every f~~~ing relative, in-law, college chum, and acquaintance that she knows. I had programmed about two weeks for vacation. I didn’t spend a single day on vacation not being entrapped in her Honda while driving to another city. This included Christmas day. I finally put my foot down about December 30th and gave her a new rule. I am not legally, socially, or morally obligated to attend a social function unless I have had at least two weeks’ notice. Also, that even with this rule in place, I’m still not obligated to attend a function if I don’t want to. This bought me a day or two.

On January 3rd, I was packed and ready to catch a late morning flight back to Alaska. She asked me if I had a good time. I told her I would have rather have participated in training exercises in 60 below weather. I would have at least have had a good story to tell. Now she had the unmitigated gall to act shocked and surprised, but said nothing.

When I was getting out of the car at the airport drop-off she asked me what I wanted during my vacation. I replied “I don’t know. You might have started with f~~~ing your husband. You didn’t last time I came home and I haven’t had any for nine months now.”

I just though I would share this particular episode, and will share others on the basis of when ever I get around to it. From experience comes wisdom. Try to grow wise on the travails and tribulation of others so that you don’t have lighten your wallet to become the sage on the mountain top.

I landed in Alaska and started doing a 5 foot f~~~ puppet that liked being man handled by a 210 pound weight lifter. I should have sent her divorce papers from Fairbanks.

"I asked you a question. I didn't ask you to repeat what the voices in you head are telling you" ~ Me. ........Yes I'm still angry.

Greetings brothers. This is my story of how I came to MGTOW and climbed my way out of hell back into the light. It’s long but from the heart.

In the 31 years I’ve been on this planet I didn’t realize how incomplete I was as a person, seeking to validate myself through a women like most White Knights. Early college years I allowed a woman to destroy my sense of worth and self esteem, and succumbed to self-pity and escapism. I recovered and went back to what always worked for me growing up; that which I identified with, kicking my own ass in the gym.

Then another 9 or 10 came along and I get tunnel vision again. She rejects me and friend zoned me and it broke my fragile spirit, although I know exactly where and what I did wrong.. but I didn’t fully understand the nature of the beast until I came here. After that I became jaded and cynical. With the onset of online dating, hookups and empty intimate encounters became a drug of choice for me. My roommate hooked me up with a woman who in my opinion at the time would have been a good “settling”. However the challenge most of us enjoy along with the recent defeat of being rejected decreased my sense of self-worth. I then became acquainted with PUA and easily played and strung this girl along. All exterior though. True change has to come from within.

Make no mistake, from a personal moral inventory, I was manipulative, and I became someone else. Saying the right things and following it like a plan.. it seemed so fake to me. It was too easy, but it was a rush and it was addicting as well as self-reinforcing. I had a nickname for her. Called her boomerang (throw her away and she ALWAYS came back). Oddly enough it worked so well, that this became a yo-yo relationship with an endless supply of women on the side via online dating.

“No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main.”

She really was a good woman, but over the last 4-5 years from stringing her along, getting back with her, she became more and more pessimistic. I can’t help but wonder if my actions impact the behavior of the opposite sex. Kind of like season one of True Detective in the pyschosphere. Sometimes I wonder if I were just grateful for what I had the grass would not be so much greener on the other side. I don’t carry any more guilt regarding this and I’ve forgiven myself. I don’t like lying, and at times the idea of what we feel on the inside or resonate with reflects the outside. More on that later.

I resorted to improving my body and competing in power-lifting. This was what I became known for. Walking into any gym, I was one of the strongest baddest MOFO. There have been numerous times I would delete all my profiles and swear women off, only to crawl back as a needy mangina. Hilarious to reflect and see such a built up physical exterior shell when on the inside I felt insecure and needy. After reading MGTOW and red pill this summer, I now realize I have been fighting an uphill battle and had lost my way.

I still would not let the previous girl go away while I continued to engage in the online escapades. Sex feels good and it’s reinforcing.. I started reading Carnegie Books and Napolean Hill around age 25, and the chapter on sexual transmutation sort of irked me.

A few years later; the yo-yoing with boomerang began my further descent into madness. While it was so easy at first, everybody has their limit. I suppose the challenge of the first two getting away, the idea of “winning” started to draw me in as my supply had dried up. I looked up how to get your ex-back and went overkill.

That’s when the suicidal thoughts began as I was under the illusion that I had let a good one get away. This happened 3-4 times, and my will to win at any cost would pay off. The price of being somebody different, and the idea that she would take me back after the terrible way I treated her was at odds with my ever changing and evolving sense of right from wrong, and whose to say what’s perfect or ideal? Life doesn’t always give you things in nice neat packages like in the Disney movies, or was that just the excuse given for emotionally abusive behavior on both teams?

That’s when I started studying the PUA and tactics hardcore. My friends would try to snap me out of it but I wasted a lot of time in self-pity in the bed I had made for myself. How did I let this happen? I was perfectly fine before single lifting weights on my own without this one interfering, but she popped back up again, and here we go again doing the same dance.

I finally was back together with boom-a-rang and had let the others go, but she resented me and the things I did. Funny, at first when things were in the honeymoon period 3 years prior, she didn’t care that I spent 15 hours a week in the gym or wanted to play video games, or dipped/smoked/drank or whatever the hell else I did with my buddies. Probably because I didn’t give a f~~~ what she thought as I did what I wanted to do.

I had graduated with a degree in Kinesiology after changing majors from chemistry to physics, and got my teaching license and Certified Strength and Conditioning Specialist certificate with plans to be a strength coach, but while working a part time job at a school I met my next employer at the gym squatting who wanted me to train his kids, which lead to a different more lucrative opportunity.

I cleaned myself off and go back up again. Had a sales job in contracting and roofing and made a good amount of money in that time. I remember boom-a-rang bragging to her family at dinner when we first got back together to tell them how much my last check was for. That was in hindsight a red pill moment for me.

The second time I had kicked all my bad habits and started reading about the Law of Attraction, Allan Watts, Deepak Chopra and was content for a period of time. Decided to go back to school for Nursing. Bought my first car straight cash and it felt good, but it was a huge turn off to be constantly told I was boring and that we had nothing in common. I think she was right on the second part. I ignored her and she left me again fed up in 2013 right before I got accepted into Nursing school. So what? I would have a new pool of women to look forward to I thought. Boy where was my f~~~ing head at?

I was 27 about to be 28 and going to get a stable career. My best friend had gotten into medical school and we both had started out premed before I allowed these women to throw me off my center of balance; and a hopeful talk with my good friends encouraged me to go back to school into Nursing. Sales was drying up and I grew weary of the job and felt I was capable of more. There’s always more right? One more rep, one more goal destroyed, just one more. The insatiable hunger.

Training was going well. Although I had my ups and downs, I had built myself up to 275 pounds at 5’11”. I f~~~ing loved competing. My first 805 pound squat I had missed my first two attempts and actually knocked down the mono-lift and almost killed myself. I wish I still had that damn clip but I deleted it on accident. They had asked me if I wanted to take another attempt and of course I said yes.

I took my third attempt and smoked it. My friends and training partners were all cheering me on, adrenaline was running at overdrive and it was the best f~~~ing feeling ever. I hit my first 500 pound raw bench press, 672 pound dead-lift, and all the goals I had made for myself were just falling down like dominoes. I didn’t need someone else, I had the iron and my one thing.

I can’t tell you guys how inspiring it was to watch the featured video on here with the clip from City Slickers where curly talks to Billy Crystal about that “one thing”. That really spoke to me and I wish I had watched that last year when I was at my darkest but nevertheless that makes more sense to me now than ever before.

My best friends have always been there for me and they even told me that me chasing these women online and pining over ex’s that I needed to just go hunting and camping and get away from the bulls~~~ and spend some time with the guys. They’re right.

Well out at my buddies ranch, being clean of every substance known to man for 6 months and with and friends I hadn’t seen in years, I was pressured into drinking. Finally I caved and thought what the hell. I was eating dinner and told John if we’re going to drink, we’re going to f~~~ing drink. I started taking straight shots of canadian hunter. In power-lifting, eating and inhaling food was part of the training itself, and I had developed an iron stomach.

Without flinching or making any facial expressions, I pounded away the first one and slammed the cup down and picked up my fork and continued to inhale my dinner. I poured a glass for John and told him to take a shot.

The second he finished I poured myself another half glass full and downed it, looked at him, and poured another. Immediately I felt the effects and started laughing and saying God this feels so good I haven’t had anything in so long, It ended up being one of those nights. A lot of it was a haze, and I don’t know how but that entire bottle was gone by the end of the night and I was yelling and screaming by the fire with my friends giving motivational speeches and we were all yelling and having a good time.

Then for some reason, my dumb-ass is feeling so strong from my last leg workout that I was out in this f~~~ing beautiful land surrounded by nature and fields; that I just felt like running Forest Gump Style. I just took off.

I stepped into a hole and fell instantly full stride and hit the ground hard. I got up and tried to walk and fell to the ground again, before standing up and limping. I knew I had sprained my ankle really bad. I was out with a bunch of medical students and so they told me to sit my ass down and I said that I would still be able to dead-lift this Thursday and that it’s just sprained.

About two hours later the pain started coming on stronger than my blood alcohol level could tolerate. My foot and ankle were visibly swelling. The next morning I limped on it and realized I had really f~~~ed something up bad. My ankle was now visibly blue and swollen as f~~~. My friends dad came by and looked at it and pushed on it, I cursed and he said I needed to get it an x-ray. By the time we were packing up to leave, I had my friends drive my truck as it was near impossible to bear any weight on it without carefully keeping my weight on my heal and only advancing with my left foot.

I had a closed spiral fracture of my fibula. So I moved home, in preparation for nursing school the next month, and got a house close in the city and some crutches and a boot.

It sucked to have to start lifting again from ground zero but I sucked it up.

Nursing School was f~~~ing hell for me. Never had I heard the bulls~~~ about male nurses being so desired in the field but heavily discriminated against by the professors and other students. It was like being in the estrogen feminist ocean. There were only two guys in the class that I even bothered to associate with. Both in their 40’s, one a former war vet.

Never trust any of these bitches. That attention seeking, need for approval and validation from females coupled with a loud mouth WILL GET YOU IN F~~~ING TROUBLE. I had never been in a school setting as a minority being a male or realized how freaking crazy it was. I literally am at a loss of words to even begin to write about how screwed up and the double standards there are in this field.

I might have fared better if I had just lied to everyone that I was gay. There were definitely some women and teachers out to keep the men down. One wanted to censor a group project because a student had tattoos, but there were multiple times discussions would come up and they would make a comment about gender and then say something about men and the class would laugh and we would just be there with straight faces like wtf?

Halfway through the semester, I had met a woman online who lived nearby and on new years eve 2013 we went out. She was a 9 but f~~~ing offensive and as crazy as they come, but for whatever reason, I see a big pile of s~~~ or water where I know there are crocodiles and my reptilian brain wants me to go charge and jump into that.

I had come across Coach Corey Wayne and began reading his book, but should have kept reading it, instead those deep rooted insecurities were played out. I feel like I did a good job at first, but eventually like all she-devils, she wore away at me. With the stress of school, I was still playing other women on the side, and this one was definitely good at sniffing me out.

Pigs get fed, Hogs get slaughtered. I had made the dumb mistake of getting a hickey and was called out on it by her and she began taking the upper hand. I made more mistakes portraying weakness and insecurity and desperation is a stinky cologne.. this one ran me into the ground, but one Sunday afternoon after a workout I locked eyes with a 10 at the supermarket.

One thing I had learned was that you don’t look away if a girl catches you looking at her, you smile back. This happened twice, the first time she looked away, the second she smiled, and I did the same until she blushed and looked away. She left with her friend and I went to my truck to put my groceries up, and grow a pair of b~~~~ and walk up to her to ask her out, right as I was approaching the front of the lot, she had walked in front of me and I noticed a piece of paper in her hand.

I slowed my gait, kinda of taken aback as I saw her approach the sliding exit doors to the checkout line. I stopped and noticed she turned around, and I smiled confidently and introduced myself and said I would like to take you out sometime, give me your number and let me know when you are free to get together and I’ll call you. She told me her name was Ellaine and handed me the piece of paper that already had her name and number written on it and said now you have my number so give me a call… then smiled and strutted off.

The thrill of the hunt. Holy f~~~. I was on cloud 10. This was literally the hottest woman I ever had come across. 5’8″ perfect rack and ass, hourglass figure, big blue eyes, curly red hair, immaculate complexion.. I waited 3 days then called her and made reservations. Went out, had a great time, then texted that other girl who was being a huge c~~~ to me that I wasn’t interested in her anymore, and I f~~~ing meant it.

Meeting women in the real world like that was so much more rewarding than this McDonalds type of online dating. I took Ellaine back to my place and had the best f~~~ing sex of my life. She left for a trip to Brasil for two weeks… well the she bitch was blowing my phone up… the tables had turned but I really didn’t care. Finally she asked if she could come over and talk to me so I said fine. She said she wanted to date me and all this crap.

To put it succinctly, I blew it with Ellaine, and the other she-devil played the same games with me that I had with boom-a-rang. For the first and only time in my life, I had police called on me and had to get a lawyer to get this girl to go away. The gym I was at she started going to after I cancelled, and the officers even told me that I am walking into a trap and that man to man she isn’t worth it and he sees it happen all the time.

All the warning signs were there. She told me how she had multiple guys stalking her, came to find out that she did the same bulls~~~ to a previous ex, that she owed a “friend” of hers 800 dollars for rent. I had loaned her 250 dollars when she came over and was spewing crocodile tears.. Naturally she had told me that she thought I was the one and fed my ego prior, then turn into a completely different person the next day.

She had checked her e-mail at my house and I had dual monitors and guess she forgot and saw that she had an active Ashley Madison Account, Tinder, POF, OKCupid, etc. That f~~~ing bitch. I deleted my profile when I told her if she wanted to date thats fine… I asked her if she still had hers and she said it’s just a profile.

I had spent a whole weekend when I could have been studying moving her washer and dryer and entire apartment with my truck up 4 flights of stairs moving her in. She has somehow known friends of mine I grew up with and one even warned me that she said that a guy I played ball with was stalking her.. he’s married and has a kid now.. This literally is someone that made me realize that there is a whole other level of screwed up.

My nerves were shot again and last summer I sank into depression over it. Never have been in trouble with the law like that. I admit I wanted her back and pined like a mangina. But seriously??? I had been done with it as I had already proved there is a countless ocean of women out there if I just learned to be a man and not pull the same s~~~ I had done in the past.

To make matters worse, I had to end up taking my last class over again because my preceptor had said I was making mistakes and not fit to take care of patients. Let’s see here… the first day she:

-Asked if I had a girlfriend
-Asked for my Facebook
-Invited me out for bowling with her friends that weekend

WTF?

Furthermore
-She’s fat and has a kid and is married.
-I was asked to go into a room and lie about being the doctor to a patient to get her to take her meds.
-She would later go on to rub my shoulders and be CONSTANTLY bumping into me with her fat ass.
-She knocked my coffee over one morning and it spilled on me by running up and bumping into me with her ass.

The icing on the cake?

In the PIXIS room while pulling for medications one morning, she SLAPPED MY ASS then immediately said she was sorry and shouldn’t have done that.

I was seriously thinking to myself.. What the hell just happened?

I never reported any of this. I just wanted to be done with f~~~ing school and save face. But I was talking too much about the previous girl as it was still eating away at my soul at how the f~~~ this had happened. Details details details details context.

And to quote this c~~~ “Can I put my husbands head on your body?”

Completely unprofessional. I could probably sit and think about more instances but those were the most egregious. I wish so badly I had found MGTOW two years ago. When you are going through a rough time and have been alienated from your guys as you get older, your male social support group grows smaller and smaller. Now surrounded by catty scheming women.. The other two guys got residencies in the Cath lab which was predominately male or the OR. I had put both of those down as first picks along with ICU and ER but I was stuck on a med-surge floor with this bitch.

I would ask questions and she would never give me straight answers. She told me I made multiple mistakes with my charting.. however I would see it as common practice for her and others to simply copy and paste assessments from previous shifts. I even asked her about why she put that on and asked “When did you do that assessment?”

Usual hamstering away response “Oh I did it when you were blahblahblah remember?
Of course the assessments I did see when I was with her were no where near what the chart reflected, as we’re supposed to shadow and observe I was sent to do the tech’s duties. How convenient. She might actually have to do her job correctly if I was with her the whole time.

The whole hand-washing protocol and corners just being cut… oh and the constant interrupting when I would give report.

At the end of one shift I was writing notes and asking why and how they do it this way when other times it was done differently and so subjectively. So she told me to just write what I thought I should and then she would comment on it.

Ok. So I began writing the first sentence and she immediately piped in and said “I wouldn’t write that”. I lost my cool and raised my voice saying then you tell me exactly what you want me to write because clearly I haven’t been taught in school how to do this properly and don’t understand.

This was about three weeks in last summer after all that crap and unprofessional behavior she exhibited towards me and it’s my fault for losing my cool and not reporting her as I would soon learn. Yeah I should have been more assertive and speak out, but I never thought being a supplicant would get me thrown under the bus. I could argue that being in an environment and culture in the nursing school and clinical somehow contributed to it. I don’t think it’s that far fetched, but had I been a different person like I am now things would be different. Completely my fault in that regards, though it doesn’t change the fact. I need to be more aware of these minor nuances and change my approach.

The nurse manager shift I even saw corners being cut with payroll and hours.

I should have kept my damn mouth shut, but I don’t know if it would have fared any differently. I was called into a room with her and my professor and told the hospital isn’t letting me back. My preceptors face turned bright red. I was more angry than I had ever been in my entire life. I wanted to expose the school and release names of every girl that had accessed the test-banks shared around and sue the hospital but at that point it I was just f~~~ing tired of it all. I should have kept a journal and reported her behavior immediately.

I read the report and saw my words twisted. My professor, I s~~~ you not, told me that I NEEDED to focus more on eye contact when talking to people at the hospital. I purposely only look women in the eye like I did with Ellaine. Okay so I do that and apparently one of the complaints was that my staring made some of the staff uncomfortable. Good god I will never know who or what some of these things written down were made by.

I didn’t report her because I didn’t want to make waves. Now I was in this s~~~ and felt like a victim, but I had to reflect and know that I can control my reactions and emotions. I was not in a good place last year.

Turning 30, I decided to just get my s~~~ together and focus on making money and bettering myself while preparing for the fall to retake my final class again. I taught myself webdesign and researched internet marketing, the stock market, penny stocks, futures, forex, etc.

I retook my final course, and had a preceptor who was older and more professional. I was happier and feeling better about it. I learned more and saw things done differently in that hospital. It was far from perfect though. I still felt discriminated against. I was told that I had bitch face and to not squint so much but she said that she had it too and to just work on it because people can take it as you being p~~~ed off. I literally was like holy f~~~ look me in the eyes don’t look me in the eyes, smile, don’t smile what the f~~~ is it? My patients loved me. Every single damn one of them because I would actually talk to them and advocate.

Whatever. I want to work in the OR or cath lab. The few times I got to be there with the other guys it was a positive experience. I had one more quasi relationship with a girl, and there have been a few others omitted here… but the same s~~~ keeps happening. I graduated and chose not to go to commencement. I had heard through the grapevine a bunch of bulls~~~ rumors spread by the females in the class that I had hit on the women and that was why I had to retake it. The same girls I helped study with that were too grossed out by vomit, blood, and pus in the ICU landed jobs. Seriously, If I get a job in the hospital, I am keeping my damn mouth shut and or telling women that I am gay if they pry. I don’t know if there are any other guys here in the nursing profession that have had a similar experience with this but it was goddamn ridiculous.

I became less interested in nursing and more and more interested in the stock market. When the ebola hype broke out, I had made a couple thousand dollars on my student loan investing into Lakeland Industries and missed out on a 25k return on APT during that surge. I thought to myself why the hell am I putting up and doing what everyone else wants me to do?

Nursing wasn’t originally my idea… it was my buddies, and his whole family was in medicine. I want to finish now for damn sure. I would have a job for life with my best friend and his brothers as the practice is all family owned.. but I still feel like I wasn’t doing what was right for ME. Always someone else. I put off taking my NCLEX and continued to work on developing my skill-set for my online projects.

I have always been into lifting, and I don’t want to be a personal trainer anymore, unless it’s to help people get f~~~ing strong. I know how to do it. It’s easy. The stock market and forex I put on hold from aggressive day trading as I have had to take money from it to pay for living expenses, and I told my parents that my heart wasn’t in it anymore and that this is what I wanted to do. I had even thought about selling my truck.

My brother supports me in this as we’ve been learning and watching the market the last year. I found Forex to be the best way to start out for small accounts using Fibonacci and Elliot wave theory and harmonics. It’s like the iron. The market does what it wants. Stop lying to yourself about what is happening around you and wake the f~~~ up and be a man.

I had fallen away from working out last year and it’s just been recently after my 31st I decided to clean up my act again. When I was at my strongest I had made videos of me lifting for the purpose of inspiring others. I couldn’t sleep on the night of my 31st birthday. I watched the old video compilations I had made of me lifting and I cried my eyes out.

Why was I so unhappy during those times? But when I was competing on the platform and lifting with my coworkers I was at my happiest. Where the f~~~ did that guy go?? Why did I stop? Why did I let this s~~~ drag me down? I knew what I was doing was wrong yet I did it anyway. I always wanted my friends around me to be strong and I had missed the solidarity of a power-lifting team or group of guys training. I had built a home gym but felt alienated from people.

I want to help and give back to those that want it. I have been teaching myself programming and started with binary code, and hexidecimal system and assembly language. I think it’s nuts that we all use s~~~ that smart people have made. I want to understand and learn to code. I want to share my story and help other people on this site and work together and I sincerely mean that. I have unfinished business.

I have still gone back and forth from the online dating but I feel ready to just make the plunge and cut out all the s~~~ that’s bringing me down financially and with my time. The wrong type of thinking and behavior. I don’t know how many people here believe in God or were raised Christian… I’ve been reading a lot. Neville Goddard… studied a bit on hermetic’s and ancient Jewish mysticism of the Kyballah.

I take responsibility for all the f~~~ed up things I’ve done and have written here. This was part of my story, and I’m coming home. I am sure a lot of us here have our own skeletons and demons we struggle with. I think we all know and have that little voice in the back of our head that lets us know and guides us in our life. I feel God has been a part of that and I need to get back to my roots.

Maybe I’m like Curly and women aren’t for me. I have to figure out that one thing, and that one thing might change, but the fact that it’s brought me back leads me to believe that it has something to do with helping other people by giving back. I am not swearing women off completely I am redefining myself and my priorities.

I am just not even going to give one single f~~~ or define myself by another like I have. I’ve buried the ghosts of my past and know what I deserve and what my standards are. My life is not going to be about finding a partner or getting married. It’s going to be about my passion and going my own way. I will build my wealth up and spend time on my passion. I have no children and for me that is something I would like to experience, but like Napoleon Hill

“A river may be dammed, and its water controlled for a time, but eventually, it will force an outlet. The same is true of the emotion of sex. It may be submerged and controlled for a time, but its very nature causes it to be ever seeking means of expression. If it is not transmuted into some creative effort it will find a less worthy outlet.

Fortunate, indeed, is the person who has discovered how to give sex emotion an outlet through some form of creative effort, for he has, by that discovery, lifted himself to the status of a genius.”

I sometimes wonder about the whole NOFAP crap. If anybody has personal experience with it and can share I’m curious to know. It seems as I have gotten older my urges have become more “mother nature” like. I’ve realized that I have to get this crap under control or I’m going to knock a girl up.
Reptilian brain, but I believe with discipline I can do it.

I get cabin fever being inside too long.. I finally had taken my NCLEX exam in June and failed and it p~~~ed me off… I didn’t study for it as hard as I could have. I’ve been procrastinating and I decided that my house was a f~~~ing dump and that I needed to get my s~~~ together and clean up and organize. I got some chickens in the backyard recently, went through my shed and garage, installed tile and painted the ceilings.. installed new doors, did landscaping etc. .just a lot of crap that needed to get done.

The house is finally how I want it. The garage gym is back in business. I am going to f~~~ing study for that exam and pass it before Christmas and get a damn job and do something with it or have it as seed money for what I’m truly passionate about. I’ve often been jealous of http://www.allnurses.com as the site was made by a guy and it generates so much f~~~ing revenue off of adds. I would like to build a community for men only in that regards, but first things first.

I’m lifting again and feeling better about myself and am going to be an active member here, and will do my best to contribute and help anybody else along the way. I’ve been developing a training program in Google Sheets that I’ve found to be the best f~~~ing system for any strength training out there that I would like to turn into an app. Without spending hours in the gym or killing yourself. Perfect for people that have busy lives.

It’s really my life’s work but I lack the full coding knowledge to bring it into being so far, but I know with time it can be done. I brought a 47 year old mans bench press who had shoulder surgery from 150 to 275 in six weeks using my method lifting just three days a week. I’m swamped with multiple paths, but I know that being a white knight and being a mangina is limiting my full potential. Current Admins and members, let me know how I can help.

So I’m here brothers. One foot in front of the other.

I will not falter another step.

Good morning/afternoon, depending on where you’re located!

First off, I would like to say thanks to each and every one of you, for sharing your stories and insights. After discovering this site, I feel like I finally have some of my back bone back, after years of letting sub-zero slowly rip it out. And I have you all to thank for it. All of my friends are mainly blue pillers that can’t understand why I would give up on our marriage, even though she said the s~~~ she did, I should still try and work it out. “Oh, she’ll come around, she’s just going through a stage” etc. And I almost fell trap to it, but then this site just so happened to come along, wish I knew what I searched that day to find it…that would be a nice topic for all of us. She wasn’t going to come out of this stage, and even if she did, history shows it’ll just repeat itself. And by then, the divorce would be even worse because of mortgage and possibly kids. No thanks, check ya later!

Anyway, I just wanted to give an update on everything. So we took a “break” or so she thought this past month while she was on a business trip. I basically have been planning my escape. She comes home and we have our talk about how we both feel. I told her that I thought it wasn’t a good idea for us to stay together, and she more or less agreed. But can you believe she hit me with, “I just hope we somehow are able to stay friends”…I just laughed out the room and opened another beer. That’s when I started to zone out, last thing I heard was “I just don’t get why we couldn’t, we are each others best friends, how can you just throw that away, we don’t have to be like other people who get divorced” I wanted to just hit her with a bunch of responses I’ve learned since being on this site, but it wasn’t even worth my breath. I just left it at that and didn’t really speak to her the rest of the night. That p~~~ed her off worse, she hates it when I don’t try and argue with her.

As for my plan, I’ve contacted an old job in Lexington, ky that I’m coming back soon and see if I can get a job again. Even if I can’t, I believe it’s the best route. I live in NYC right now, and these bitches up here, I know it’s everywhere, are just ruthless c~~~s. I don’t even wanna be around any of em. At least in the country I can get away from all of em if I want. Just drive into the city for w/e job I have. Not to mention rent or owning a home in KY is like a third of the price I’d pay to stay up here, even with roommates. I just look forward to some silence, no horns blowing, no sirens, just silence. Only thing I wanna hear is the birds chirping and that’s really it. If I could afford to build a cabin on my parents land (about 100 acres, so no problem finding a good spot), and buy about 40 heads of cattle and just live off breeding and selling em, I’d do it in a heart beat.

I’m pretty sure we have to be separated for six months in the state of Ky to file divorce, but I wish I could start the process sooner. We don’t have any real assets besides a car with both signed on, but I don’t think it’s enough to get lawyers involved. If anyone has any advice on anything, let me know.

Thanks for reading and thanks for shining a light, I may still be lost in the fog somewhere living off blue pills.

[CursedgenieParticipant]

Has anyone else noticed that the man cave is no longer becoming the man cave.

being a single male redpiller, i own my own house(bank owns i am paying back) so i consider my whole house my sanctuary, i have mates that have been commited relationships, when they finally got their man caves to escape their wives and girlfriends, they were actually happy to have some place in the house to call their own.

But as time went on i noticed the females starting to invade even their manspaces with plants and little stuff at first, like trying to say even though this is your space i still want you to know i still have say over this place. as is to say i let you have this space but i can take it back whenever i like. and more and more now i noticing when we do catch up it is becoming more and more at my place.

i know women can’t help themselves and have to impose themselves eveywhere they go like they are afraid of being forgotten or found to be irrelevant, and i have noticed them kinda trying to bring me back into the fold, cause they try to set me up with their friends to my reply that is just meet with a blank and angry exprssion from them is “sorry i have red pilled out” they have known i have been mgtow for awhile now but they still think they can bring me to the fold.

[StargazerParticipant]

Okay, for anyone who gives a damn, I finally figured this one out. It took some time and some brainwork, but from where I stand now, it seems this female in question is what they would call “asexual”.

No, it doesn’t mean she reproduces by budding like a plant… it means that she has some sort of early developmental trauma that makes sexual activity with the eyes open and the lights on repellent to her. Maybe she got f~~~ed by an uncle or someone shagged her rotten and left her by the roadside or some such… but the end result is that she is incapable of accepting sexual advances, responding to them in a positive way and expressing herself sexually with another human being on a conscious, meaningful level.

i.e. she’s broken

How I came to figure this out is a long story but suffice to say it invokes her use of a few very specific keywords and just general sleuthery… But I am of the opinion now that someone done her wrong in the past and she’s now incapable of having sexual relations with decent people under normal circumstances. It doesn’t change anything but it explains everything.

Ladies and gentlemen, if you are incapable of connecting with another human being on a sexual level, you have a responsibility to express this fact verbally, clearly and uncompromisingly with any other person who may approach you with interest. You do not have the right to attempt to create a “sexless intimate relationship” with them or to withhold sex from them without explanation or to make them feel undesired, used or otherwise taken advantage of just because you have limits you must observe. It’s your responsibility to tell them directly and clearly that you want to be close to them but that you can not desire sex and will reject their sexual advances and that it will be up to them to accept your limits and control their desire, regardless of your actions. You do not have the right to come on to them and then shut them down. Learn how to communicate your needs and boundaries and let the rest of us decid for ourselves whether or not this is something we can accept into our lives.

[EscapedMentalPatientParticipant]

Escaped Mental Patient wrote:

Ah yes. Bread. The cornerstone of Europe and North America not dying for a couple of thousand years. And men have always been the best makers and bakers of it.

With many of the weird, f~~~ed up, GMO breads out on the market, bread started not even remotely resembling bread a few decades back. To the point where the majority of the s~~~ is absolutely not good for you in any way, shape or form. I won’t go on a diatribe about GMO’s, heirloom seeds, “Wheat Belly” and the like. Those might issues I’m sure you’ve come across in your travels, and if you haven’t and are interested, just google “Wheat Belly”. It’s a lot of interesting stuff about how wheat has generally been turned into a f~~~ing hand grenade.

At any rate, I’ve been baking my own bread for about five years or so now. I tried to swear off the s~~~ altogether, and well, I just couldn’t. I’ve always loved it, and always will.

I digress. I don’t know if you’ve ever heard the saying, but Baking truly is Chemistry. Measuring matters, time matters, reaction times matter etc. etc. After messing around with making it for quite some time, I’ve finally got a White Bread recipe and Rye Bread recipe which work, aren’t full of garbage and s~~~, and turn out perfect loaves. If you make your own, or are interested in giving it a try, here’s my recipe:

First, find an organic, general purpose flour from a local source. Heirloom variety s~~~. If you don’t care about that stuff, General Purpose White Flour will work just fine, in fact, it will work better. I truly believe it is nasty s~~~, but as far as baking goes, the s~~~ works like a charm. The rest is simple measuring, time and chemistry.

Only one other thing I’d add before proceeding re: Measuring and Mixing. A pile of steel, dry ingredient measuring cups on the market have f~~~ed up Quantities. IE: I bought a set of dry measuring cups (they were from China), and the 1 Cup measuring cup was in fact 236 ml. For some reason, the entire set was based on this. Bulls~~~. 1 Cup is 250 ml. Get a set that is based on this. I don’t know what the f~~~ is up with that, it’s retarded, and ruined a bunch of ingredients for me. I think the 236ml set is a feminist baking set. It defies logic, is completely random, has nothing to do with anything, and belongs in the trash or out in the garage.

You’ll need two (2), 4.5″ x 8.5″ baking pans, or 5×9 will do. (and an oven, unless you plan on trying to bake it on the engine block of your car or some weird s~~~) You also need a Mixer. I can’t be bothered to do all this s~~~ by hand. I tried once, got really angry, and the whole thing turned out looking like an alien f~~~ing abortion. You’ll need the other standard baking tools too. Wooden spoons or rubber spatulas are a must. Mixing bowls. All that good s~~~. You need a wire rack for cooling too. If you don’t have one you can get by. If you don’t have one, just take one of your oven racks out, and put it on the kitchen table or something like that. You get the idea.

Willy’s White Bread:

Ingredients:

-7 Cups of Flour (read mental-case diatribe above)

-2.5 Cups of Warm Water. Warm, as in about 100 degrees Fahrenheit.

-1 Tablespoon of Active Dry Yeast (check the expiry date)

-1 Tablespoon of White Sugar (again, use at your peril). I’ve used natural sugar, but it is heavy stuff, and doesn’t seem to interact as well with the Yeast, giving a smaller loaf. I use the White Sugar now.

-1 Tablespoon of Salt ( I use Sea Salt, iodized, free running works just fine)

-4 Tablespoons of Unsalted Butter. Room temperature always works best. Unsalted really does work best. Salt is a Yeast killer, and the stage at which you add it actually is important. However, you absolutely can get by using any old butter, margarine, or what have you. Again, it might just result in a slightly smaller or shorter loaf.

-More Butter or Non-Stick Cooking Spray (This is just for lining your baking pans)

 

DIRECTIONS or METHODS:

1) Put a 1/2 cup of the water in a big mug or such. Gently pour the Yeast and Sugar into the water, and whisk it around with a fork. Let it stand for 5 or 6 minutes. It’ll get all frothy, bubbly and start to look like some weird f~~~ing potion. No worries. It’s supposed to.

2) Put the rest of the 2 cups of Water, the Salt, and 3.5 cups of Flour into the Mixing Bowl for the powered mixer. Use a dough hook for this. You’ll thank me for it, and likely not fly into a rage and need a new mixer as such. Trust me. Meat tenderizers and expensive mixers do not mix at all. Anyway, turn the Mixer on and off a few times, on low speed. Just enough to get everything equally wet. Add 1 Cup of Flour. Turn your mixer on “Low” now. While its running, slowly pour in the frothy, weird ass Yeast mixture, and slowly pour in the rest of the Flour. Turn the mixer up to “Medium” or “Middle” setting. The dough needs to all come together. You’ll need to keep sticking your rubber spatula or wooden spoon down the sides of the mixing bowl as it turns; the centrifugal force throws the flour out and to the bottom of the bowl. Stop the mixer. Lift the top up, so you can get the flour which will be trapped at the bottom of the bowl. Gotta make sure all of
it’s mixed in. Turn the mixer back on “Medium”.

3) Continue mixing for 5 minutes. Add Butter. Keep mixing for another 5 minutes. You might find that the dough comes apart a bit during this. No worries, it will come back together during this whole timespan.

4) Lightly sprinkle some flour on your counter or other work surface where you can knead. Pull the dough out of the mixer, put it on the floured surface, and work it around a bit until you’ve got it into a well-meshed ball. This shouldn’t take you more than 2 minutes. Get a large bowl, and evenly coat the entire inside with a very thin film of butter. You just need to get it greasy so the dough doesn’t stick. Put the dough ball dead center in the middle of the bowl. Spray one side of a piece of plastic wrap with non-stick cooking spray, or get it greasy with butter. Cover the bowl tightly with the plastic wrap. Open the unheated oven door, and stick the bowl in there. Let it sit in there for 1 hour, or at least until doubled in size, but 1 hour will do.

5) Take your square baking pans, and butter the entire surface lightly, like your bowl, and put them within reach.

6) Grab dough out of the bowl, and put it back down onto the floured surface. Deflate it by pressing down on it with both hands. Cut the dough in half with a very sharp knife. You’ve got two pieces of dough now. Take each piece and work it into a 6 or 7 inch square. I just use my hands for this and never bother with a rolling pin. Those f~~~ing things are dangerous, and if you are angry, you’ll probably hit something with it.

7) Now take each one of the dough squares. Roll each one up. Pinch together the loose seam with your fingertips until its fairly seamless. Doesn’t have to be perfect. Put each piece of dough in a baking pan, with the seam-side down. You’ve got two pans now.

8) Spray some more plastic wrap with Non-Stick Cooking Spray or do the butter thing to make one side greasy. Cover each baking pan with a piece, greasy side down. Put them back in the unheated oven for 1.5 hours. They’ll about double in size, and be sticking over the edges of the baking pan. Perfect. Don’t bang a bunch of s~~~ around, or have a lot of noise or thumping going on in the house. Choose to NOT listen to a drum solo. See below as to why.

9) Take the dough out of the oven very gently. Noise, vibration, pressure, or bumping it will cause the risen dough to “Fall” or “Collapse”. This really sucks. See rolling pin and meat tenderizer. Don’t have them around. S~~~ will get broken. If you are retarded and it falls, you’ll have to let it rise again, but it probably won’t rise as good the second time, so don’t f~~~ this part up.

10) Set your oven rack in the center of the oven. Preheat the oven to 425 degrees Fahrenheit. If you manage to do this in Celcius, you are now officially my f~~~ing hero, but the Fire Marshall will not like you, and probably no one else for blocks around. If for some reason you happen to be using a “Convection” oven, rather than a standard one, set it to 400 instead of 425.

11) TAKE THE PLASTIC WRAP OFF THE PANS OF DOUGH, and very gently place them on the center rack in the oven, once preheated.

12) Bake them for 15 minutes. Turn oven down to 375 (regular) or 350(convection) . Bake for 45 minutes more. So in total, 1 hour of cooking time.

13) Take bread out of the oven, and turn the pans upside down so the bread falls gently out onto a wire rack for cooling, top side up. Take a little brush, (a clean BBQ Brush will work just fine) and gently brush a bit of melted butter over the tops of the loaves.

14) Let it cool almost completely before cutting the bread with a serrated knife and gentle sawing motion. Cutting the bread on it’s side is way easier.

 

Enjoy some badass bread, brothers. It’s delicious, but don’t take my word for it. Try it if you are super f~~~ing bored one day or really like fresh bread. This stuff makes great sandwiches, is great for toast, great for grilled cheese or such, and I’ve had good luck with it for French Toast or in a sandwich maker. I usually freeze one loaf, and it freezes very well. It thaws out in about 30 minutes on the counter too.

If you don’t like White bread, you racist motherf~~~er, let me know. I’ve got a proven recipe for Whole Wheat and for Rye Bread as well. I’m working on a French and Pumpernickle one, but I’m not quite there yet.

Cheers, my friends.

Hello to everyone reading this. It’s a great feeling to connect with other men who have gone through the same bs dealing with these women and their shallow ass attitudes. Here’s my story, Through High School I was never even close to the popular guy at all.  The only time I was really a topic was when I punched some kid in the face for trying to bully me. Other than that, high school was miserable. I think the only thing that kept me sane was that I didn’t realize how much better my life could have been. But anyways, fast forward to college freshman year. I grew much taller from my high school height (5 feet and 5 inches) to a nice 6 foot something. But I was still very lost in the world. Like many others, I was so happy to get the approval from anyone around me. I could wake up and be having a great day, then overhear someone talking bs about me and have my entire mood ruined. Likewise, I could be having a s~~~ty day, and then have a hot girl (hmm.. Too much respect.. ) A BAD BITCH start talking to me and it would lift my spirits. I was constantly changing who I was to get approval but I didn’t realize. I grew my hair out, dressed differently, stopped wearing glasses and even got 3 tattoos over the course of a year. I also got really, really huge from going to the gym and taking protein everyday. And yeah, I did start getting tons of attention from the opposite sex, but deep down inside I was still a blue pill man. A wise person once said, “looks attract, personality keeps.” I was able to start off good with so many girls but after they saw the nice guy in me, they left. They saw the neediness and desire for approval. Whenever you give women a compliment of any kind (even saying thank you makes them think they are entitled to your manners), they look at you as if you are inferior. There was this chick who was at my apartment one day along with a few of her friends and a few of my friends. I was drunk so kinda b~~~~y. I pulled her into the kitchen and just started talking to her. I was grabbing all over her ass and stuff. No respect… (You know, bad boy s~~~). Things were getting interesting until my friends called from the other room and said they were ready to go to this party we were planning for. Eventually, I told the chick I would talk to her later and left. Now here’s where I had my first experience with blue pill disaster but didn’t realize it. The next day she came over with her friends again and she talked to me. It wasn’t anything freaky or nothing, just “what’s up”, “had fun last night” etc. SOUNDS GREAT RIGHT!? You missed one important detail… I wasn’t drunk anymore. That red pill charisma had completely vanished. She came into my room and was sitting on my lap and watching tv and stuff and I didn’t make any moves. I can only imagine what she thought. “This guy grabbed my ass in a room full of people but now he has me in his room sitting on his lap but won’t even make any moves?” Not to mention the door was closed. Yeah, f~~~ me right?But anyways, there were many more similar experiences with other women until I finally met another chick at a party (bad idea). The next day I made a move fast and asked her out to lunch, she said yes, it went great. The next weekend she parties with me and begged to come home with me. I was a virgin. She wanted to f~~~. Part of me couldn’t believe it was finally happening but it was. I f~~~ed her a little (lack of experience) and then gave up. But the next weeks to come, I was ramming the s~~~ out of her. She made me a sex addict. I ended up dating her about four months. The nice guy in me thought he was in love. But she was no good. She just wanted me for what I could give her. One time she straight up told me “I’m not with you for looks..” And no, it wasn’t in the nice way.  But she eventually dumped me because I stopped letting her use me as much. When we broke up, she made it clear that she loved me but was not in love me. Of course, the red pill man I am now wouldn’t have even believed that bs lie. This is getting long so I’ll start wrapping it up.. (Something I didn’t do lol.. Shame on me). But  the next year, I had a f~~~ Buddy who I probably can start f~~~ing.  again if I man up and go my own way (treat her like s~~~). But the main thing I want to get across to you guys is “f~~~ these hoes!” I will treat them exactly how they treated me. I won’t give them an inch of control. For the past few days I have been calling them out on their bulls~~~, and I have never felt better. I think the reason the red pill works is because you stop giving a f~~~. You stop looking for their approval. You treat them like s~~~ because you expect them to treat you like s~~~, so you have nothing to lose if and when they do. But women want your attention and respect because they THINK they deserve. But when you don’t give it to them, they will basically get down on both knees and lick your b~~~~ to change your mind. If anyone was offended by what I said, “f~~~ you too!” And too those who can relate, you’re not alone bro. Treat them like they  treat you and watch what happens. They will be crawling at your feet. Go your own way. Peace.

Hello fellows.  A bit embarrassed and red-faced here.

I had directed a very trusted friend here a few weeks back, and he’s been perusing the site, and plans to possibly join.

I’ve got a lot of respect for the guy; we’ve been lifelong friends since a treehouse, although we’ve spent most of our lives separated by pretty great distances.

Well, he read for a few weeks and let me know politely tonight that I talk way too f~~~ing much and prattle on like a woman when I do.  I’ve always trusted the guy’s opinion, so in looking back at my posting and doing a bit of reviewing:

I apologize for this.  There really is nothing worse than someone constantly yammering off and over-talking about everything.  I can assure you, I’m really not that type of individual in person.

I suppose when I found this site, it was a breath of fresh air and was a place where I could finally feel amongst brethren, so in hindsight, I probably got pretty carried away.

It’s not that I’m not my own guy; I make my own decisions.  But again, most of what my bud and I have told each other throughout our lives has been with brutal honesty and for the sake of the good of the other.

Again, I really apologize and will keep my posts much shorter and perhaps more applied, rather than subject you good folks to such rants.

Best Regards.

 

[SandalsParticipant]

A couple things:

– Most importantly, it is not possible to give you advice without knowing what your goals are.  The best one can do is give you advice in accordance with his own goals, all of which are different from man to man. Any move you make, without a clear written goal in your head for what exactly you are trying to achieve will end in you losing everything.  Are you looking for financial freedom and instability, or financial security and a life of being a slave wage?  Do you absolutely love what you do or is it just a job?

– Russky’s advice is not bad, about stockpiling cash and then buying utilities after the crash.

– Being debt free with the exception of a new truck is not being debt free.  It’s being in debt.  Referring to debt as ‘completely debt free’ indicates that someone somewhere is giving you very bad financial advice (your financial adviser, financial radio shows, financial books, family, church, etc…), so I will leave you with this quote: when a man with money meets a man with experience, the man with the experience usually ends up with the money, and the man with the money ends up with the experience.

– Your monthly cash-burn is most certainly more than 1,700.

– Pay off your truck with you $9,000 in savings, immediately!  Never pay high interest on a loan while you are loaning money to the bank at a lower interest.  That is hidden cash-burn.

– 401k is not a retirement plan.  It is, literally, a section number to the IRS tax code.  Have you read that section?  Do you understand it? Do you know who wrote it, where it got written, and why?

– Regarding your monthly profit, you ask if you should save it or invest it.  Do you know who to save it?  Can you outpace inflation?  Do you know how to invest it?  Will you be purchasing ownership in a corporation (stock)?  Being financially set does not come from having monthly profit or property gain.  It comes from having a command of a set of principals in your mind (from knowledge and experience), the patience and stamina to apply those principals while properly assessing the risk, and the willingness and ability to make changes along the way.

– If a candy bar costs $12,986.41 thirty years from now (our current inflation rate of 33% on a $2.50 item, by the way – not a made up number), does that 7% employer matching really matter at all?

I don’t mean to deliberately speak in vague terms, but again, no stated concrete goal, so advice is impossible.  I recommend you read or listen to the entire set of Rich Dad books, in order, by Robert Kiyosaki.  At least read Rich Dad Poor Dad, CashFlow Quadrant, and Who Stole My Money?  Do some research online and seek to discover how the financial system really works – you may be shocked when the epiphany happens.

And finally, recognize you only have two viable financial options anyway: either stay completely debt free forever (and pay off your depreciating truck!), or leverage to the hilt (I mean millions) and declare bankruptcy when you hit bottom, then do it again and take some lessons from it.

Best of luck to you.

Did you know that at the end of 2014 there were almost 600,000 Americans found to be living in China  according to a recent a Chinese survey.

Some are taking jobs in the booming economy, some are there for the incredible education opportunities and some are even retiring to China. Whatever the reason, each year China is seeing a growing amount of Americans moving in. This year the country began issuing Visas lasting for 10 years to Americans – previously the Visas lasted only one month. As a result, the United States embassy is offering tourist-level Visas for 10 years to people coming over from China. With the increase of the wealthy in China, however, the chance of someone from China staying longer than 10 years is unlikely. Experts say that China now offers a higher number of opportunities than the United States, meaning people from China no longer visit America for economic relief. The United States was once a land of hope for the impoverished of China, but in the last 10 years, China has restructured its economy and moved 600 million of its residents from being destitute to middle-class.

This is great news for natives of China, but how does that translate to so many Americans moving there?

Economic Stability:
“China is transforming into a world super power, not using military force, but instead by using financial prominence.” Economic expert David Reagon says, “China is closing deals all across the globe involving commodities, rare metals and even long standing contracts for resources, natural and otherwise.”

In contrast, U.S. policy assists other countries financially as settlement for support on matters as the war on drugs and international terror. The U.S. policy relies on a hopeful monetary trickle down, meaning the wealth will hopefully get to those who actually need it. Success isn’t always guaranteed however. China proves that they mean business by building infrastructures that will be beneficial to the entire region’s population. These include hospitals, roads, shipping facilities and many other beneficial additions – all without prompting. Jamaica sports a beautiful convention center built a few years ago by China, all in exchange for business relationship that will be secured for 25 years between Jamaica’s sugar production industry and themselves. Even Africa is seeing the benefits of working alongside China for the past ten years. By helping other countries China is only ensuring it will have any natural resources they need for years to come.

The U.S. is giving China support in the project known as the Keystone Pipeline, a project that will begin bringing cheaper oil from Canada to Texas ports. China holds contracts for the steel pipe required for the project, once it’s completed they would receive the majority of the oil. Normally tankers bringing expensive oil into the U.S. return empty, but using the up and coming Keystone Pipeline, these tankers will bring Canadian oil into China. Given that China holds the dominating interest for Canada’s tar sands project, they get final say in who receives the oil, with the U.S. being the only current buyers. Of course this would no longer be the case if China were able to transport oil to its own port.

Not long ago China and Russia agreed on a long-term contract for oil and natural gas, the oil would be coming from Russia’s own pipelines. China is clearly making it priority to have long lasting natural resource stores for its people. With ample supplies of natural resources, no debt or ongoing wars, it’s not hard to see why China’s economy is so strong.

Infrastructure:

The editor of Escaping America – David Goodwin – stated, “China’s transit network is astoundingly effective. I don’t see any reason to purchase a car. I get around locally by the metro system and I get between cities with bullet trains. This all costs around 90% less if I were to own a vehicle. As of now China has more than 1,500 bullet trains; the U.S. currently has none. The price of riding a bullet train is lower than a lunch in the U.S.

“Airlines are low-cost as well, flights can be as low as $50 and “up to” $200 for a flight across China. All with just a single day of booking. There’s also zero fees for baggage. Large cities have easy to use metro systems that are simple to navigate for Americans with English announcements and signs, as well as helpful digital displays.

“If you need a taxi, they’re just one click away. Plus, they’re government-regulated with meters. Most taxis are cheap, costing a few bucks per ride; an hour ride usually totals around $25.

“Also, I’ve hardly seen any crime. Launching a business in China is easy, and the Chinese government makes transferring funds to the country simple. You always read that China is pure communism, but from my experiences, it feels like capitalism on steroids.

<span style=”color: #008000;”>“The one thing I dislike is Chinese housing. Here it is tiny compared to the U.S. However, the Chinese people seldom spend time in their homes. Plus, in China I can  stay in nice  4 stare hotels with breakfast for far lest then renting a place in the US.  On upside of tiny homes, though, is less impact on the environment.”

</span>Family and Lifestyle:
“China offers such a wide range on things to do that I rarely feel bored.” Goodwin explains, “It has anything you can think of, and all of it at <span style=”color: #008000;”>a percentile </span>of the U.S. price. Ranging from shopping to a night on the town, China is simply the best. Most of the country is modern, almost all of it is well-planned and carefully thought out. It’s also convenient – trains, airports and the overall city layout are all super convenient.

“The entire time I stayed in China, I never saw policemen carrying guns. Think on this for a second: Policemen who feel safe enough that they feel no need to carry firearms.

“Another big thing you will experience when you get to China is food diversity. You will find amazing dining spots from every national cuisine almost anywhere you visit. The food prices are much lower than in the state too. You can happily go out to eat daily on a tight budget, and you don’t have to pay for tips or taxes. Also, the food quality really shines. China’s government has high standards as to ingredients that they allow and don’t allow as food additives. Most hormones, chemicals and genetically modified ingredients are banned in China. What’s more? Chefs are still in charge of the food. By comparison, the U.S. allows scientists to make most of its food. General Mills, for example — which is among the most prominent food suppliers in the states — has thousands of scientists on the payroll, but hardly any chefs. As a result, China has much better nutrition habits. You can see it instantly on a stroll down any street. You will rarely see anyone overweight. For America,  well I don’t  think any more need s to be said”

An Overseas Business Consultant, Kenneth Agee, working for a U.S./China dating company known as A Foreign Affair states “In the last 10 years, the market for Chinese customers has really expanded. We have over 20 Chinese offices now. We’ve also witnessed a huge change over those 10 years. When it began, the customer base was all women from China trying to marry men from America and move over to the states with them. These days, almost half of the Chinese women seeking marriage are looking to move their new husbands to China. The American men we talk about this with are reluctant off the bat, but upon experiencing China, they stand amazed. Additionally, they’re amazed with how many Chinese women can take care of their new husbands financially.”

A Foreign Affair hosts a monthly event that flies U.S. men to China so they can meet women in the country. Hundreds of Chinese women seeking husbands are attracted to these events and the women have even coined the term “Mail Order Grooms” to describe these men.

Education:
Being a super power in the world’s economic state still doesn’t satisfy China. Now their sights are set on becoming a super power in the world’s intellectual state. Last month CNN released a special report that predicted China enrolling more than three-quarters of the nation’s toddlers in preschool. In contrast, U.S. has less than a quarter of its preschool-aged children enrolled.

In 2015, more than 9.4 million Chinese students took what is basically the Chinese SAT test. Every single testing facility took countermeasures against cheating by using facial recognition-capable film surveillance. They even installed specialty materials to the windows and walls that blocked all electronic signal. Why are they so adamant about cheating? China believes that test scores alone should be the only thing universities consider when they decide who gets in – not monetary status or or familial ties. To make it better, getting into a university for a year in China – of which there are now over 4,000 – costs an average of $1,500. The U.S., by comparison, charges up to $45,000 for the same privilege.

While China commits large quantities of resources to education, Doug Ducey – Arizona Governor – is cutting funding for education to a record-breaking low. America is already ranked 38th in world in education. Arizona is now the “proud” owner of the 50th rank in the U.S. education. So why don’t politicians and those who financially support them do something about the quality public education? Simple, they don’t send their children to get Arizona public schools or to State Universities. Seth McFarlane’s latest comedy blockbuster, TED2 even takes jabs at Arizona’s dismal education system. These ridiculous spending cuts were made as a counterbalance because the government issued the wealthy a one-billion dollar tax-cut the previous year. This, in turn, has forced thousands of teachers to leave education this year alone. An Arizona teacher – Linda Collins – stated: “Arizona teachers and Arizona education in general receive no government support. It’s that simple.”

An ironic fact: corporations that benefited from, and pushed for, the tax cuts that resulted in education funding cuts, went on to apply for over 75,000 work Visas. Their argument for this action is that somehow America doesn’t provide the skilled labor they need. Another fun fact: The majority of those work Visas are from China and other Asiatic countries.

Environment:
China’s previous issues with pollution is seeing great success in getting it under control. Many cities now have taxis and buses that operate on natural gas alone. Even their motorcycles are mostly electric. In addition to the the air pollution being reduced, the noise pollution is going down too.

Last year China saw over half of its new energy be supplied by renewable sources. Within the same time frame, over 2.5 billion trees were planted by over 560 million Chinese people over the whole country. In the 1982 to 2003 period,  Chinese volunteers planted more than 42 billion trees. Volunteer-planted trees now span more than 46 million hectares, which is about 113 million acres (176,000  sq miles). That’s enough to rank China first in the world for human-planted trees.

Over in the U.S., many  leaders of the country are still  arguing about whether global climate change is just fiction.

Healthcare:
Back in 2008, the political leaders in China decided that the country needed major changes for medical insurance and how it’s delivered to ensure social stability and a better healthcare system. China has since officially abandoned their healthcare system, which was based on market principles. This fourth and ongoing phase of China’s healthcare evolution is dedicated to delivering cost-effective health coverage for all Chinese residents by the year 2020. It’s estimated that, by 2020, almost 100% of the population will have comprehensive, if modest, health care coverage from government-subsidized insurance.

China had more than 9,800 privately-owned hospitals as of 2013. This gives people choices between public and private medical attention. The competition that resulted has maintained low cost and high-quality healthcare. To compare, the states has 5,686 private and public hospitals. Period. For most people in China, they only have to travel just minutes from home to access quality, low-cost healthcare. David Goodwin states, “Healthcare is so affordable that I don’t even need health insurance to afford to use a private hospital”

Conclusion:

As China continues to grow many Americans  are seeing the great opportunities and  higher standard of living Asia, the  influx  Americans is  expected grow over the next few decades as more Americans call China home.

[MGTOW4LIFE1990Participant]

Welcome!!! It’s nice to finally come across someone from the same area I live in. I live in Herndon. I’m half your age and I plan on not marrying, having any kids or any sort of relationship or from what I see on here a lot “relations~~~”. I came across this forum last year and I’ve learned a lot from others experiences and I don’t ever want to be in those situations. At the moment I don’t have the best job or make a ton of money but I enjoy what I do and the free time behind it. I use to be blue pill, white knight mangina and constantly get screwed by women for me being nice and getting used. So now I’m over them and everything that comes with them. You’ve come to a good place. There are a lot of great threads that talk about every single topic on women. Again nice to meet someone from the DMV area. My name is Sinti by the way. 🙂

[Lone Sea VoyagerParticipant]

Here’s a fun experiment to do in your spare time, try and go in a public place. Once you arrive at said place, look around and try to find a woman without her smartphone. If there are any, try and count down until they finally reach down and take it out. You are almost guaranteed to win this test, because a woman’s smartphone is one of the biggest sources of her instant gratification. It’s like they can’t even go a f~~~ing second without being in the real world, because in the real world, they don’t get their ego stroked every second of their miserable lives. But with a smartphone, her social media websites are just a swipe away, where all she has to do to generate tons of likes is to take a revealing selfie. It’s one of their ways of inflating their huge egos even further. Just when you thought women couldn’t get any more f~~~ing egotistical, you were dead wrong. They need their egos stroked every second, which is the main reason they can’t go anywhere without a smartphone. Trying to find a woman who doesn’t have a smartphone with her is like trying to find a plant that can jump, it’s f~~~ing impossible.

By the way, welcome to our forums brother. You’ll find lots of great knowledge here and lots of great men. That article you included was great too.

1 more life saved.

[mgtow_85Participant]

Yes. My family has been through all the divorces I ever want to see in a lifetime.

My mom married a guy in late 1983 who was actually over a decade older than her father. Why? Because she got an unplanned pregnancy…my older sister, who was born in the spring of ’84.

When I was born in 1985, my father was 61 years old. The marriage lasted another 4 years. My mom hated him because she thought his suggestion of wanting to prepare all 3 of us kids for better education in private school was that “he was trying to get rid of us” and the divorce was an ugly one.

She married again in April, 1990 to an Air Force sergeant, convinced that military men were loaded with money and government benefits that would make her life better. She even stopped working after the honeymoon in preparation for what she thought was coming to her. But sergeant pay is not as impressive as she thought for raising the 3 kids, or the four more she had with him up to 1995. She complained constantly about how the money wasn’t enough, and threatened to leave him until he agreed to leave the military in 1996 to seek better options. There were few offered to him. Hell, we got worse off financially in the years to come and she still refused to get a f~~~ing job to better the income he brought in from three jobs total. She was perfectly content with sitting on her ass and doing nothing but watching TV and subjecting us seven kids to physical and verbal abuse that grew worse as we got older.

She finally tired of my step dad and divorced him in 2001, taking him for 3/4 of his pay, and even though he lived in some basement room for $260 a month and lived off Ramen noodles, my mom still complained that the checks weren’t enough and threatened to deny him his visitation rights unless he paid more. Luckily he didn’t have to because she got a job at the post office that she liked and began dating some well-to-do truck driver who owned nine rigs, as well as his own, and got distracted by the money he was spoiling her with.

She married the trucker in 2003. The guy was a bit weird but he was an okay guy in the time I knew him. Unfortunately, this marriage sure didn’t last long. He saw her true behavior, couldn’t deal with her psychotic outbursts, and they were separated 6 months later. He filed for divorce but she refused to do the paperwork, convinced in an act of paranoia that he was a “Mafia hit man” and would try to have her killed if she made a court appearance, so the divorce wasn’t finalized until early 2014, when she was engaged and planning her fourth wedding. The guy she married is one I don’t know much about because by now, we all knew how this show was going to turn out, so why bother?

Sure enough, they divorced within six months. Apparently she went on a psychotic outburst and he told her to stop acting like a spoiled bitch. She said he was a “mean man” and wanted out of the marriage. Sucks to be her because she got NOTHING out of it. She tried to keep his car and threatened to smash it up and wreck it if he tried to claim it. He came by with the police present to get his car and the cops told her they’d arrest her if the car was in any different condition than he last saw it in. She got nothing, not even a dime. My mom is now a homeless vagrant living in a cardboard box, and at the age of 55, she has hit the wall of old age enough to be unattractive, and can’t get any other man interested in her. Our family has disowned her, all us kids are grown and want nothing to do with her. She has plenty of time to focus on the failures of her life.

What goes around, comes around. LOL.

Dear brethren,

For years I have had a feeling, which urged me to pursue my dreams and find happiness. Now, I have never been married young, and now that I have witnessed 26 summers, I’m truly glad I never did.
I used to have a girl back in my hometown, my first girlfriend, whom I put on a pedestal. We broke up at one point, but I still sort of idolised her in a way. Six years have I spent pining and perishing to get back to her. All the while I had some girlfriends that failed to best her, and right now I’m doing and hanging out with a lass, no strings attached (yet). Now, I still idolise that first girlfriend, but only as she was. I don’t know how she is now. If she took after her mother, she might have become I fine woman by now. But alas, that is not for me to know. My memory of her is probably as good as it gets, so I dare not contact her anymore. That girl in my hometown is my muse, the woman she has become might be a total stranger. Simply walking forward was my only option.

One day, as if it was an epidemic, couples in my parents’ social circles started breaking up and divorcing each other left and right, like wildfire. I saw how emotionally crippled both individuals that made up each couple became. Looking back on their (multiple) decade-long relationship and child spawning, it rarely seems to have been worth the trouble. The men, as it was rarely the woman that actually brought in the stacks of green (or whatever colour bills your local currency upholds), bemoan the fact that they could have done so much more (or less) in life: starting businesses, traveling around the world, getting rich, living the easy life, and more were simply put aside for marrying a piece of ass and having her pump some spawn out for him to finance. In the end, none of the couples lived happily ever after. My parents are one of the few that are actually still together, though for mum it’s technically her second marriage, and they are seemingly as happy as an old couple can be.

For me, this divorce epidemic was a chance to peer through the looking glass. I’m 26, childless, close to finishing my first university master’s degree, starting my second master’s programme next month, working like hell in campus boards and committees to bolster my CV, developing my own website, and planning out a long-term career path. I have seen the way many men before me went, and it does not look like the life I want to lead. The way I’m going, my busy schedule could not even account for a dog (and I really, really love dogs), let alone children and a wife. On top of that, I want to build up a career, drive a nice car, have a nice house and preferably a high and steady income.

Thus, I stumbled upon the phenomenon of MGTOW. Though many terms, like hypergamy, were new to me, the concept was instantly recognisable. I have never been able to put certain patterns of phenomena in my life (the rise of feminism and divorce rates, present-day female behaviour, the male urge for procreation, etc.) into words. Thanks to a barrage of MGHOW YouTubers I came across, I have finally been educated and reaffirmed in my position on dating, relationships, children, and marriage. I now know what I want and in part how to get it as well. My choice since a few months is to take control over my life, be healthy and fit by working out and eating well, focus on my career, and live life to the fullest as I imagine it to be.

That means I need to promise myself a few things to escape the biggest money trap known to society.

1. Do not marry. Ever.
2. Do not have children. (Exception: the only way I will have children will not involve a female figure in my social circle that has any biological right or authority over them. Possible choices would be surrogacy, which I prefer, or adoption.)
3. Make sure that my stuff remains my stuff under any circumstance, this means no living together, no marriage (see 1.).

The thing is, I want more in life than just an average blue-pill life. I want to see the world, have a man cave (that being my house) and a fulfilling career. I have seen men go down a thorny path that really does not seem to be worthwhile anymore, and I dread walking it myself. I have thus made the previous promises for my own sake. To allow myself the freedom to find the “one thing” in my life that will make me happy. As William ‘Curly Bill’ Brocius said in the film ‘City Slickers’, I need to find that “one thing. Just one thing. You stick to that and the rest don’t mean s~~~”. I will find that one thing, and no man or woman will get in my way of achieving this goal.

I’m not forcefully cutting women out of my life, as I have a lot of female friends. I don’t feel that I have to give up friendships just for my look on life. If that were the case, most people alive would not have any friends whatsoever. Plus, I do still adore my mother, faults and all. I have decided that I will make her and dad proud by being successful in my career choices, becoming worldly through travel, and being happy with all the results. She might have to swallow the fact that she may not be a grandma or mother-in-law anytime soon, though.

May the odds be ever in your favour.

President Snow

P.S.: I’m not sure how active I will be on this forum, as I have a lot on my mind (as the preceding wall of text might already have implied), but I do love this initiative and this website. Not only is it a great place for MGTOW to meet and share: it looks darn fine, and the design and interface animations are truly striking!