Greetings All

[LetX=XParticipant 13]

What can I say…..it was always the same with me. I was the guy who could never get a date. I was always “too nice” and I was “sweet,” and for awhile I just “trusted” and accepted these truths from women…….they are such great judges of character right?????

As the 1990’s wore on, and my job at a large multi-national amoral computer company gave me the blues….I slowly started to swirl down a fetid drain. To kill the pain of not ever finding a wife, a girlfriend or even a date; I began to drown myself in a wash of alcohol, cocaine, and a red-rimmed blaze of marijuana smoke. No matter what I did, or said…it seemed the “rules” of the game women wanted to play with me always seemed to change, always to their benefit.

I got tired of it.

I began to not only dislike feminine nature of women in general, I was also becoming outright mean, and hateful. My sarcasm was no longer funny. It was meant to hurt. My irony became burning, with a very nasty fire-tinged swagger. This was spilling over into my relationships with other men (friends / co-workers / family) and it was turning them from me as well.

I don’t know “when” exactly, but it must have been around 1999 or so when I began to realize that women were not really worth my trouble, time, treasure, or talents. I slowly began to discover talents “I” had. I began to find things “I” liked to do. I began to finally discover myself instead of putting an “image” out there of what I thought women wanted me to be, or what I had to do to be “cool” with my fellow men, or with society, or what I had to “buy” and “consume” or “have.”

There was still two problems: By this point I was fully addicted to cocaine and alcohol AND I had a deep, deep emptiness (pain?) in my heart nothing seemed to comfort.

After resigning from the corporate world, and leaving San Francisco I began a wandering…..and after five years of testing, temptations, anger, happiness, tears, fear, love, hate. Getting clean and sober on my own. All solo mind you. All on my own……I found Jesus Christ, The Boy Scouts of America, and a purpose!

It’s been five years now fully serving the Lord, and being a Scoutmaster to a bunch of inner city boys. I have grown my talents. I like the things I like for what they are, and I am so happy for my sobriety. Sure, I don’t make as much money as I use to……but I am happy.

It took years, but finally. Finally. I learned to love myself (with all my imperfections). I finally learned to accept female nature for what it is; and NOT have it bother me. Finally learned that MGTOW is owed some thanks in this as well.

Looking forward to knowing you all.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[RoyDalParticipant]

Welcome aboard and congratulations on your making yourself clean and sober. Yours is a truly inspiring story.

Society asks MGTOWs: Why are you not making more tax-slaves?

[KeymasterKeymaster]

That’s super cool Lex. You joined on exactly the right day too.

My irony became burning, with a very nasty fire-tinged swagger. This was spilling over into my relationships with other men (friends / co-workers / family) and it was turning them from me as well.

That’s interesting. I experience same, but I LIKE that about myself, now. They don’t, but I don’t care! I put my foot down now with NO tolerance for the crap I endured for the better part of 3 decades. Eventually a man is going to say “I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS S~~~” and he’s gonna DO something about it. It wouldn’t be necessary if everyone wasn’t so goddam intent on shoving their s~~~ in your face.

I haven’t found it to be a problem because telling someone to get the f~~~ out is tremendous!! Whatever it takes to have peace, you know?

So I am surprise to hear you think of it as a “problem” for you, as if YOU were the toxic one(?).

Pleasure to welcome you. And thanks for joining! Hope to read more from you, too.

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

[LetX=XParticipant 13]

Nothing wrong with sarcasm or irony…….but when it was affecting work. Promotions. Relationships with family, other people……..it wasn’t “funny” or “wry” anymore…..my sarcasm and irony was downright mean spirited. It looks unattractive on a man!

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