good yawn morning. alright, its 12:30, f~~~ off and die.
I returned to my blue pill hell yesterday, visiting a few places I used to frequent in my blue pill days. I was looking for a connection to the past, something familiar, nostalgic. Well a couple of you messaged me a roundhouse kick upside the head. yep, well deserved I admit, I was feeling weak, and I faltered a bit. tyvm for the adjustment, I always wondered what vision was like through my ear hole. not pleasant.
well, there was a second reason for my to return to Chicagoland…I visited a very special brother here. This brother of ours is a newer arrival, coming here thanks to a wife who cast a great man aside for something shiny over there. We owe her a great debt of gratitude. My new friend told us about his harrowing experience with the one phone call. I saw him on the zoom one night and realized how close his story fit mine. I also realized that while he was surrounded by dozens if blue pill friends, not one of them could relate to what he went through. Our brother looked crushed, and really had no one in real life who could relate to his pain.
two weeks agoI told him I would come and visit him when I could. saving this man, whose job is to save others, was of paramount importance. Y’all know my struggles and latest movements. Ks to FL for 3 months, then back to KS to find an apartment, back to Southern Illinois to stay with family and then to Northern Illinois to visit our brother. 43 thousand miles later… I think he gave up on me, and I had not been in touch with him. My bad.
So I found my long lost brother out camping with his friends. A better set of generous people you will not find in this world. Loud, hard partying, good time guaranteed or your next visit is free. This secret enclave was a world I had no idea existed…the place has a name, but I call it the ZFG Zone. This is a place of RVs, party lights, loud music and golfcarts. and anything goes?
uhh what’s that? oh who did I visit? Oldschool.
Much of the night was taken up by beer consumption, pulled pork made from God’s own pigs and conversation/observation. Since I was a new arrival I did a lot of observing, and so did Oldschool, once he had someone there to dissect what was going on in front of him. The night was like watching a movie, starring Oldschool chilling with his friends, but he broke the fourth wall at some interesting points.
For a new arrival to MGTOW, Oldschool took his lessons to heart, avoiding s~~~ tests, became a total asshole and had the women fawning over him, and me for most of the night. The worse we treated these women, the more they wanted us. These women got so hammered, that we could have asked them to do anything, wish granted. Was it really this easy to get women to stray? I guess so.
I watched an experienced woman performing a dozen s~~~ tests on us, and once we called her on her bulls~~~, she settled down, very docile after a few hours. I had never seen this before. Oldschool ended up in a lawnchair getting a neck and shoulder massage from this woman. Once the other woman who had glommed on to us realized I was an evil bastard, she settled into an on and off cuddle buddy.
We encountered an older man. It will be my dying regret for not having recorded this man’s tale of woe, ruin, and pain. The whole time talking to him, the bells were going off in our heads, giving us the MGTOW wisdom that we all crave. This man was married 3 times, had land and property, gave it away for the good of the children he helped produce, and yet told us about the hypergamy he saw, accidental pregnancy with a single mother, crazy behavior and other nuggets. Brothers, OldSchool and I were sitting at the foot of the master with his 100 oz container of Rum and Coke. Here was man with a story so compelling that he stopped drinking and started sobering up, he had a mission, to tell us his pain, his story. We all have that story. Once he understood that the three of us all had similar experiences, something inside the man’s head clicked. He was one of us, but did not know of MGTOW.
So after a 2 hour debriefing at Oldschool’s lair, we parted company. Driving south, I made it to a rest stop and took a nap. lol for 2 hours. I realized that working overnight for 2 months may have given me the ability to stay awake just for this night, and that other cosmic forces were aligned just so, in order for me to meet our extraordinary brother and witness textbook female behavior at it’s best/worst.
Oldschool, my friend, thank you for not dying in a must egregious and wasteful manner, thank you for surviving the assrape in divorce court, thank you for choosing to persevere, thank you for asking questions and finding MGTOW, and thank you for reaching out to this growing and caring community. I am very proud to call you with all sincerity, my friend. Maybe being MGTOW of the Day yesterday was fitting, as you have come a long way in such a short time.
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