A Man's Sadness

[FunInTheSunParticipant 8283]

There’s a kind of sadness that men only know—a lonely sadness. Sure, a woman can feel sadness too, but there’s almost guaranteed sympathy for her from a nearby soul. Not so with a man. He’ll sit alone in a state of misery, stooped with his hands on his head, while pedestrians pass by. He’ll plead his case to an unforgiving audience, then be told to carry the burdens the world has given him with all the inner strength he can muster…because it is his duty.

"I saw that there comes a point, in the defeat of any man of virtue, when his own consent is needed for evil to win-and that no manner of injury done to him by others can succeed if he chooses to withhold his consent. I saw that I could put an end to your outrages by pronouncing a single word in my mind. I pronounced it. The word was ‘No.’" (Atlas Shrugged)

[GeraldParticipant 3620]

And man can truly overcome that sadness…

No longer can we walk away, we must run. Remove the motive power.

[black_knightParticipant 2602]

A man can definitely overcome that sadness by connecting deeply over time with his inner self, and being his own best friend. But first he must conceive the idea that one can be one’s best friend.

[MonkParticipant 16979]

FunInTheSun wrote:

There’s a kind of sadness that men only know—a lonely sadness.

Only if he remains in illusion.

A man in knowledge is never sad or lonely.

[iMickey503Participant 12465]

No amount of knowledge or mind tricks are going to break the illusion of reality. Loss is real. Quantify that any way you want.

There should be a rule of fight club somewhere is to not Bulls~~~ yourself.

Knowledge. What does that truly give you? Vengeance. That is where it leads.

You are all alone. If you have been falsely accused of RAPE, DV, PLEASE let all men know about the people who did this. http://register-her.net/web/guest/home

[JB BooksParticipant 3182]

Great post. It’s tougher for men to deal with sadness because of societal expectations and the way we’re wired to carry on with life. It’s also kinda related to why men are also less likely to get checkups or seek medical treatment.

We just don't realize life's most significant events while they're happening. Back then, I thought, "Well, there'll be other days". I didn't realize that that was the only day. - "Moonlight" Graham

[GeraldParticipant 3620]

All valid points here… but how do we as men break out of that cycle?

I think it all falls back to the idea of sovereignty. We have value, we have our own lives and need to live them going our own way and not giving a f~~~ what society expects from us. That is a tough lesson to learn and implement (at least for me it has been)

No longer can we walk away, we must run. Remove the motive power.

[Ranger OneParticipant 16836]

It is impossible for me to be sad. Just like it is impossible for me to be happy. I don’t care when I turn on the TV and see people dead. In an abstract sense, I’m glad they are dead, but I’m not “happy” like as something I actually feel.

If the entire world was burned to ash, and everyone I knew died, it wouldn’t make me sad. Not having emotions, not having fear, not having love is a good thing.

I look at everything around me as basically worthless clutter, created by irrational, worthless emotional biological computers. Losing all of the worthless clutter in the world, along with all the emotional biological computers would be no loss to me.

All my life I've had doubts about who I am, where I belonged. Now I'm like the arrow that springs from the bow. No hesitation, no doubts. The path is clear. And what are you? Alive. Everything else is negotiable. Women have rights; men have responsibilities; MGTOW have freedom. Marriage is for chumps. If someone stands in the way of true justice, you simply walk up behind them and stab them in the heart-R'as al Ghul.

[GeraldParticipant 3620]

Ranger One wrote:

It is impossible for me to be sad. Just like it is impossible for me to be happy. I don’t care when I turn on the TV and see people dead. In an abstract sense, I’m glad they are dead, but I’m not “happy” like as something I actually feel.
If the entire world was burned to ash, and everyone I knew died, it wouldn’t make me sad. Not having emotions, not having fear, not having love is a good thing.
I look at everything around me as basically worthless clutter, created by irrational, worthless emotional biological computers. Losing all of the worthless clutter in the world, along with all the emotional biological computers would be no loss to me.

While I know this feeling well, and live it most of the time, I also want to get back to knowing joy. I remember joy, things like being a kid and splashing around the neighborhood creek chasing turtles, riding bikes all day, doing something I thought I couldnt… these things brought me joy in the past. Mostly now I seek out peace and quiet, but am considering things that can bring me joy. Kind of a vision-quest mode…

No longer can we walk away, we must run. Remove the motive power.

[Ranger OneParticipant 16836]

Gerald wrote:

Ranger One wrote:

It is impossible for me to be sad. Just like it is impossible for me to be happy. I don’t care when I turn on the TV and see people dead. In an abstract sense, I’m glad they are dead, but I’m not “happy” like as something I actually feel.If the entire world was burned to ash, and everyone I knew died, it wouldn’t make me sad. Not having emotions, not having fear, not having love is a good thing.I look at everything around me as basically worthless clutter, created by irrational, worthless emotional biological computers. Losing all of the worthless clutter in the world, along with all the emotional biological computers would be no loss to me.

While I know this feeling well, and live it most of the time, I also want to get back to knowing joy. I remember joy, things like being a kid and splashing around the neighborhood creek chasing turtles, riding bikes all day, doing something I thought I couldnt… these things brought me joy in the past. Mostly now I seek out peace and quiet, but am considering things that can bring me joy. Kind of a vision-quest mode…

The closest I have to joy is serenity. I can find it in anyone of my several gardens. If I walk outside under the vines at night (which is when they bloom) and I am alone, I am not lonely.

I do get mild amusement playing video games or beating the computer at chess.

I have a gf, but I have realized now that I have more fun playing computer games than having sex. I realized this, one Friday night when it had been 5 days since I had sex, and I was playing computer games and the gf went downstairs to the bedroom… I thought about going downstairs for sex and realized that I would have more fun continuing my video game.

Sometimes I’ve compromised a little and played games for a good bit, and simply come down after she masturbated and is all wetted up already. Sex is very efficient then.

All my life I've had doubts about who I am, where I belonged. Now I'm like the arrow that springs from the bow. No hesitation, no doubts. The path is clear. And what are you? Alive. Everything else is negotiable. Women have rights; men have responsibilities; MGTOW have freedom. Marriage is for chumps. If someone stands in the way of true justice, you simply walk up behind them and stab them in the heart-R'as al Ghul.

[HermitParticipant]

Ranger One wrote:

It is impossible for me to be sad. Just like it is impossible for me to be happy. I don’t care when I turn on the TV and see people dead. In an abstract sense, I’m glad they are dead, but I’m not “happy” like as something I actually feel.
If the entire world was burned to ash, and everyone I knew died, it wouldn’t make me sad. Not having emotions, not having fear, not having love is a good thing.
I look at everything around me as basically worthless clutter, created by irrational, worthless emotional biological computers. Losing all of the worthless clutter in the world, along with all the emotional biological computers would be no loss to me.

Is it possible that you’re an android that thinks it’s human?

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[HermitParticipant]

Gerald wrote:

I remember joy, things like being a kid and splashing around the neighborhood creek chasing turtles, riding bikes all day, doing something I thought I couldnt… these things brought me joy in the past. Mostly now I seek out peace and quiet, but am considering things that can bring me joy. Kind of a vision-quest mode…

I’m very nostalgic and often recall childhood joys, but sometimes it makes me regret that I can never go back to that time of my life. I don’t get depressed or anything like that, but it’s kind of sad to think about that time of my life being gone forever.

The air smelled different back then. The sunlight looked different. I had a great childhood growing up in the country.

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[SpiderHerderParticipant 3758]

Hmmm… when I hear people say they wish they could be a kid again, I always disagree.

I’m glad to be here right now. I’m happy to know the things that I know right now, I’m happy to do what I’m doing now (work and hobbies). My body’s not the same efficient machine it used to be though, but otherwise it’s holding up well. I have a lot less stress now because I figured out the answers to the big questions of this existence. While my butt may be heavier, my heart is lighter. lol

[Ranger OneParticipant 16836]

Hermit wrote:

Ranger One wrote:

It is impossible for me to be sad. Just like it is impossible for me to be happy. I don’t care when I turn on the TV and see people dead. In an abstract sense, I’m glad they are dead, but I’m not “happy” like as something I actually feel.If the entire world was burned to ash, and everyone I knew died, it wouldn’t make me sad. Not having emotions, not having fear, not having love is a good thing.I look at everything around me as basically worthless clutter, created by irrational, worthless emotional biological computers. Losing all of the worthless clutter in the world, along with all the emotional biological computers would be no loss to me.

Is it possible that you’re an android that thinks it’s human?

If that were the case, then I’m definitely not like Data… I don’t want to be more “human”.

All my life I've had doubts about who I am, where I belonged. Now I'm like the arrow that springs from the bow. No hesitation, no doubts. The path is clear. And what are you? Alive. Everything else is negotiable. Women have rights; men have responsibilities; MGTOW have freedom. Marriage is for chumps. If someone stands in the way of true justice, you simply walk up behind them and stab them in the heart-R'as al Ghul.

[HermitParticipant]

SpiderHerder wrote:

Hmmm… when I hear people say they wish they could be a kid again, I always disagree.
I’m glad to be here right now. I’m happy to know the things that I know right now, I’m happy to do what I’m doing now (work and hobbies). My body’s not the same efficient machine it used to be though, but otherwise it’s holding up well. I have a lot less stress now because I figured out the answers to the big questions of this existence. While my butt may be heavier, my heart is lighter. lol

Yeah, I don’t actually wish to be a kid again. I just miss being younger and healthier and also not having as many responsibilities. Being a crazy teenager was sure fun, but I have a pretty good life now.

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[SpiderHerderParticipant 3758]

Ranger One wrote:

If that were the case, then I’m definitely not like Data… I don’t want to be more “human”.

Yeah. It’s best to remain in that perfect stoic state. Good on you, Ranger.

Hermit wrote:

Yeah, I don’t actually wish to be a kid again. I just miss being younger and healthier and also not having as many responsibilities. Being a crazy teenager was sure fun, but I have a pretty good life now.

I guess that’s one thing about life: We don’t get to practice it many times to get it right. It’s a one-shot deal. We arrive at the end, whenever it decides it is, loaded with baggage, memories of good times, bad times and mistakes. And that’s it.

It reminds me of a Schopenhauer quote when he says that the brutes don’t really suffer but that men blessed with genius suffer the most. No wonder we’re having this discussion right now and that meanwhile simps are talking about how hard it is to make payments on their stupid SUV. lol

[harpo-my-“SON”Participant 2410]

The saddest day of my life was the day my father died.
august 14, 1999.

The first time his spirit took over my flesh was happiness defined.

Become an inseparable spiritual force of three men living in one flesh..

Your refuge from all emotional enemies but sorrow,
love and happiness is found in the heart where your
lost loved ones spirits are hosted.

Heaven is where your heart is and even if your
spirit is wrought with unconquerable sadness
You can borrow another spirit for a while.

Logic says a non-believing human has but one spirit..if its sad or angry its dangerous to itself or maybe others around it..One human spirit..

Let the lord of spiritual host into your heart and call on the spirit of the happiest lost loved one you can think of.

Many are called My father is my chosen God.
his spirit was always a happy prankster who could
find ways of lifting me out of the deepest of sorrow.

L&R

I was bound to be misunderstood, and I laugh at those who misunderstand me. Kind mockery at the well intentioned, but unfettered cruelty towards those would be prison guards of my creative possibilities. This so as to learn as much from misunderstanding as from understanding. Taking pleasure in worthy opponents and making language fluid and flowing like a river yet pointed and precise as a dagger. Contradicts the socialistic purpose of language and makes for a wonderful linguistic dance, A verbal martial art with constant parries that hone the weapon that is the two edged sword of my mouth.

[Gravel PitParticipant]

Amazing inspiration and action comes out of the lowest experiences.

[FunInTheSunParticipant 8283]

Gerald wrote:

All valid points here… but how do we as men break out of that cycle?

By not discouraging men to seek help. Asking for help shouldn’t be seen as a sign of weakness. No one should tell a dying soul to “tough it out.” Encouraging men to be their best in spite of the opposition they face is good advice. There would be less suicides if people would just try to listen and understand each other.

"I saw that there comes a point, in the defeat of any man of virtue, when his own consent is needed for evil to win-and that no manner of injury done to him by others can succeed if he chooses to withhold his consent. I saw that I could put an end to your outrages by pronouncing a single word in my mind. I pronounced it. The word was ‘No.’" (Atlas Shrugged)

[Anonymous 38]

FunInTheSun wrote:

There’s a kind of sadness that men only know—a lonely sadness. Sure, a woman can feel sadness too, but there’s almost guaranteed sympathy for her from a nearby soul. Not so with a man. He’ll sit alone in a state of misery, stooped with his hands on his head, while pedestrians pass by. He’ll plead his case to an unforgiving audience, then be told to carry the burdens the world has given him with all the inner strength he can muster…because it is his duty.

Even many married men shoulder this sadness. I always wonder, where the f~~~ is the wife, where’s the concern and support? But she’s unable or unwilling. In her head it’s her man’s job to support HER.

I believe the sadness comes from not feeling understood, appreciated, and useful. I try to make myself useful to people, in that way I feel appreciation. You can talk about how I’m merely a utility, but so what. I’d rather be a positive force in certain people’s lives than to live completely alone mentally and psychologically. Even as an extreme introvert, completely shunning all interaction to ‘protect’ myself brings a worse outcome.

I became very cold and robotic for a time. But what was this really? It was me choosing a strategy for living life successfully. That’s why a lot of people become sociopathic, I think. Avoid being abused, get what you want.

That’s great but you might find there’s more to life than being optimally ‘successful’. Or that success has other forms.

In a way, becoming a hollow, burned out shell of a man and staying that way is still allowing yourself to be defined by the matrix.

You didn’t have the power to still be yourself. You were Patrick Bateman, not Jesus.

You followed Rollo Tomassi’s / PUAs’ advice: never be yourself.

What if you had the personal power to STILL be your real self, e.g. a good, kind man, among all the detritus around you? Would that be the ultimate NFG?

I still retain my ‘psychopathic’ qualities to win ‘the game of life’ but I’ve found a softening in me of late which isn’t a blue pill relapse.

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