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That’s funny.
“Hope” and “woman” being in the same f~~~ing sentence.
Unless the sentence is, “I hope to never be involved with a woman again.”Trying to put hope in women is like trying to keep the ocean tide from coming in.
Its f~~~ up.
Heart breaking no?
Find out what women are realy like after they remove the mask and ceace to use plausible deniability.
Then you see the real person.
The vast majority have no ability to empathise with men.
They are not wired for it.
I/you/we are here on this earth,from their perspective to serve a purpose in their interest and if you dont,or havent yet ,to hell with you.
Heart breaking to take the red pill and see the world the way it realy is.
frankly my dear i don't give a damn
Also, if you want her to talk, just ask her who the pretty slim girl standing next to her in the picture is, and ask her if she’s single. Prepare for a multi-paragraph response – almost immediately too. Just sit back and watch her blab.
If you keep doing what you've always done... you're gonna keep getting what you always got.You all say that so well.
I just posted my insights about women and why a 6-figure man “must not” have a bitch at home or he will no longer stay a well earning man.
Some thoughts on feminism vs. communism and that women are the reincarnation of the Berlin Wall.
And why there is actually a difference between women and cats…
It’s half an hour of reading:
/forums/topic/she-comitted-suicide-because/page/3/#post-299913
The above thread is under suspected “TUNA alarm” but that made it very creative and fun…In July of 2018, this honey pot forum was sold out to an unidentified NPC sock puppet and troll organization. Most independent thinkers and writers migrated to other MGTOW forums as a result of the never-ending infighting and deliberate trouble starting caused by members who were given "carte blanche" by the admin to do whatever they want. Before my departure, I only left a few thousand cat pics here to comfort and ridicule the feminist owners who now run this place. Their background agenda is to make MGTOW look like a club of losers the public eye. And during the course of 2019, they actually managed to destroy almost all other MGTOW venues as well. Here is the truth about "theindependentman.org" aka "TIM" which was created as an extended workbench to further divide the community. When you register, they install a spyware Zombie cookie on your browser that does all kinds of things the user does not know of: http://www.filedropper.com/essay-on-the-removal-of-malware-cookies-used-by-tim
Hope about women?
Even in 1979 some man must have had his dreams shattered. Or was it that Lionel Richie had become one of us?
I always had this song on my mind when a gf slammed the door on me and I was free again.
I now realize why I always crank that one up so bad that our church tower rattles in sync with it…
It is “How women are” in a song. MGTOW style v.1979 and I always loved it!
The consolation of a boy’s soul packaged in a worldwide hit, saying: “You are not the only boy that has problems with getting ignored or left by chicks for materialistic reasons, and how he does not care anymore…)And one more lesson, thanks Lionel: “But I’m giving you back your name” meaning getting dumped after marriage. Lesson learned. I could relate to that song from day 1. Never got trapped…
Pop/Soul/Rock music was the “daddy I never had” back then.
Too bad I can’t find a free “audiophile version” of it, but this video is as close as possible to the orginal.
The Commodores
(Sung by Lionel Richie)
“Sail On”
Sail on, down the line
About half a mile or so
And I don’t really wanna know ah
Where you’re going
Maybe once or twice you see
Time after time I tried
Hold on to what we got
But now you’re going
And I don’t mind
About the things you’re gonna say
Lord, I gave all my money and my time
I know it’s a shame
But I’m giving you back your name
Guess I’ll be on my way
I won’t be back to stay
I guess I’ll move along
I’m looking for a good timeSail on down the line
Ain’t it funny how the time can go
All my friends say they told me so
But it doesn’t matter
It was plain to see
That a small town boy like me
Just I wasn’t your cup of tea
I was wishful thinking
I gave you my heart
And I tried ot make you happy
And you gave me nothing in return
You know it ain’t so hard to say
Would you please just go awayI’ve thrown away the blues
I’m tired of being used
I want everyone to know
I’m looking for a good time
Good time
Sail on honey
Good times never felt so good
Sail on honey
Good times never felt so good
Sail on sugar
Good times never felt so good
Sail onIn July of 2018, this honey pot forum was sold out to an unidentified NPC sock puppet and troll organization. Most independent thinkers and writers migrated to other MGTOW forums as a result of the never-ending infighting and deliberate trouble starting caused by members who were given "carte blanche" by the admin to do whatever they want. Before my departure, I only left a few thousand cat pics here to comfort and ridicule the feminist owners who now run this place. Their background agenda is to make MGTOW look like a club of losers the public eye. And during the course of 2019, they actually managed to destroy almost all other MGTOW venues as well. Here is the truth about "theindependentman.org" aka "TIM" which was created as an extended workbench to further divide the community. When you register, they install a spyware Zombie cookie on your browser that does all kinds of things the user does not know of: http://www.filedropper.com/essay-on-the-removal-of-malware-cookies-used-by-tim
Anonymous3Online dating is antidote to confidence and self-image.
Online “dating” is used as a free ego-boost for women.Nothing more. When I was dating, I got very few replies, and even less actual dates, to finally realize, that the girl is incompatible with me, as we have zero common topics to talk about. And I never f~~~ed anyone who I didn’t know well.
When you end up with a woman, you enter a never ending spiral that will keep spinning and spinning till you say that one magical word: No. They are a walking disaster.
What people call "love" is just a chemical reaction that compels animals to breed. It hits hard, then it slowly fades, leaving you stranded in a failing marriage. Your parents are gonna do it. Break the cycle. Rise above. Focus on science.
Hope about women?
Even in 1979 some man must have had his dreams shattered. Or was it that Lionel Richie had become one of us?
I always had this song on my mind when a gf slammed the door on me and I was free again.
I now realize why I always crank that one up so bad that our church tower rattles in sync with it…
It is “How women are” in a song. MGTOW style v.1979 and I always loved it!
The consolation of a boy’s soul packaged in a worldwide hit, saying: “You are not the only boy that has problems with getting ignored or left by chicks for materialistic reasons, and how he does not care anymore…)And one more lesson, thanks Lionel: “But I’m giving you back your name” meaning getting dumped after marriage. Lesson learned. I could relate to that song from day 1. Never got trapped…
Pop/Soul/Rock music was the “daddy I never had” back then.
Too bad I can’t find a free “audiophile version” of it, but this video is as close as possible to the orginal.
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The Commodores
(Sung by Lionel Richie)
“Sail On”
Sail on, down the line
About half a mile or so
And I don’t really wanna know ah
Where you’re going
Maybe once or twice you see
Time after time I tried
Hold on to what we got
But now you’re going
And I don’t mind
About the things you’re gonna say
Lord, I gave all my money and my time
I know it’s a shame
But I’m giving you back your name
Guess I’ll be on my way
I won’t be back to stay
I guess I’ll move along
I’m looking for a good timeSail on down the line
Ain’t it funny how the time can go
All my friends say they told me so
But it doesn’t matter
It was plain to see
That a small town boy like me
Just I wasn’t your cup of tea
I was wishful thinking
I gave you my heart
And I tried ot make you happy
And you gave me nothing in return
You know it ain’t so hard to say
Would you please just go awayI’ve thrown away the blues
I’m tired of being used
I want everyone to know
I’m looking for a good time
Good time
Sail on honey
Good times never felt so good
Sail on honey
Good times never felt so good
Sail on sugar
Good times never felt so good
Sail onSimply amazing lyrics. Thank you for posting.
God bless peace and freedom.
Firstly, there is nothing wrong with celibacy. All that means is you are thinking with your real brain and not your lizard brain. There is also nothing wrong with being a virgin. These things do not increase your worthiness as a man. Society may make it seem that way, but it is due to hookup culture. Being a man to me meant taking care of your bills, having a career, and taking care of your own issues (It used to be having a family, but I do not desire and haven’t in about 7 years). Got the urge? You can take care of it yourself, or run the risk of dealing with another women’s s~~~. It is your choice because ultimately, it is your life. I just hope you all choose what is best for your life, not your lizard brain.
Now if you are very unattractive, overweight, living in momn’s basement…..suffering severe depression or something— Well you kind of did that to yourself. Those things are the first thing you should try to solve, as it is IN YOUR REACH to do so. (Because it is your body, your life– you have CONTROL over YOUR life and your life only). But you don’t do it for THEM….you have to do it for you. ONLY FOR YOU. Be true to yourself– I am a homebody guys, I love being home when I am not at work. That is true to who I am, and many a women have tried to change that– they know it is fruitless and (unfortunately for me sometimes) they go off and ride the carousel. I do not get upset any more, because I know they are just going with the societal norm. At least I stayed true to who I was, and with that I have no regrets.
I try to retain hope. Here’s what I learned– When you expect NOTHING, and you get everything– that’s destiny. I am friendly with any women I run into, I treat them the same as I do my male encounters. Your t~~~ and pussy really don’t make you any more important to me. It’s funny, because they can’t STAND it when they know that. But I can’t say I have “gone out of my way” for anybody in 2-3 years. It’s just not worth it anymore, I would much rather tend to my own needs. I don’t gamble, why would I ever pursue 50 percent AT BEST odds? Just smile and go your way, why get distracted from your goals?
You want to go find a unicorn, I wish you all the luck. In fact, I think in the back of my head I am cheering for you. I think many are, because one thing I do like to see is people being happy. Why else are we here? Life is not forever, in fact it’s an hourglass that we can’t turn over. Do not have hate in the heart, just be INDIFFERENT to what has happened. INDIFFERENCE is key to going your own way
Simply amazing lyrics. Thank you for posting.
Well,
coming from an externally intact but internally broken family I always “listened up” when something was in the media that dealt with toxic relationships.
I know at least a few hundreds of songs like that but they only come to mind one after the other.
From today’s point of view it is no wonder why these songs all made it into my personal list of favorites.It was the only form of “counceling” that was available at that time. As I had parents that were busy with their “own self” and didn’t or couldn’t give us any guidance, these songs were a great source of wisdom for me.
That was my “default” form of personal development. My parents didn’t know how to put anything productive into their son – except bitching and complaining 24/7 – and so learned how to live, feel and survive through the music of that time.
The hardest conflict is: Being perfecly brainwashed that there is something like real love, “the way it’s supposed to be”
There are 1000s of songs that imply the existence of love, but now I realize that the are all describing a man’s love toward a woman and not vice versa. And many love songs sung by women were written by a man…And:
The harsh reality in school that girls hook up with the ugliest and most stupid guys because they wear expensive fashion clothes…
In the early eighties this was one of the things with which students would rival with. As I and many others had come from a familiy that had just built a house, we didn’t have the money for a pair of jeans costing something like 600 USD in today’s terms.
That was the time I started to realize that girls do in fact have a “low value” selection system. They didn’t care about me for being able to fix radios as a boy and they also didn’t care about my personality in any way.
In other words: I would have had to “play stupid” and buy fashion in order to even get looked at.
But by then, the entire school knew that “this guy” has capabilities way beyond any other student in this school…So that makes it clear: No girl would have wanted to be seen with “the outcast” that reads stupid books instead of showing off their new fashion jeans.
Sitting in 8th grade wth the knowlegde of an adult, it was hard to even establish a fluent conversation with one of the girls.
And they wanted someting that I was not: I didn’t have rich parents.
As time went by, my skills developed to a stage where I started to repair things for money and then came a time in which I had more money to spend than the wealthy kids got as their pocket money.
I started rejecting girls that suddenly became interested in me.
Funny: The tallest, smartest and suddenly “richest” student repelling girls instead of banging them… Of course: The countless insults from “just a while back were still in my memory. And seeing their sad faces when shaking them off triggered some sadistic joy inside of me: I got the chance to get back at them for years of insults.
That was the third part of the MGTOW career that I went through:
(Part 1 and 2 “some other time”)First being rejected and laughed at for years and – after the money came in – they suddenly wanted to be with me, the “dork” guy. But I had lost interest and I made fun of them. Even turning arrogant sometimes, just to “get even”…
The barrier that “they didn’t cross”, was that I wanted to be loved beyond materialistic matters. And they “put down” my music buying habits, not “getting it” that this was always a straight “kick in the ass” for me.
It must have made them wet, bitching and putting my music and stereo system down.
Back then, it had the price tag of a brand new entry class car, and as someone hating communism I thought that it is sick to put something down only because of you can’t afford it yourself.A valueable lesson:
If a girl does not even honor your “high-end” valuables, then living with her “in the future” will mean that she carelessly pours coca-cola inside of it without any remorse. And she will not respect any of your stuff, money or achivements. She will most likely destroy everything you build up… (My early thoughts on building wealth)
Meaning: Wrong partner for a 6-figure career. Wrong partner for life in general.
If she doesn’t respect your things, she will not repect you. Case closed.So – stereo systems do help in weeding out destructive partners…
Never have I had a girl getting interested in anything that I did. They always made fun and jokes about the things that I knew about “and shouldn’t be proud of”.
It was their way of putting down and criticising all of my hobbies and fields of knowledge.
The girls even started to criticise me for my money…(Probably because they didn’t get it)
But being jealous about me on the other hand. They also must have realized that they are “not smart enough” to match up with me. Or pass my invisible s~~~ test.
Sad situation, but in school I felt like I was back in kindergarden.
But the lesson stuck with me:
Get one of these girls and the bitching will continue throughout your life. And you will never be able to do the things you like without getting guilt-shamed and being put down. She will also destroy things that you like just to “keep you in check”
No thanks!
For me – by the 10th grade, girls had lost their attractiveness completely.
I was single and still alive and doing well…
Of course there was this nagging all around me “When will you ever…?
But back then – around 1982 – I had to spend hours at the bus-stop every day. So I had time to read my “HiFi-magazines” but I often overheard stories told by people next to me about relationships and marriage… Guys that were just 2 years older than me suddenly having the same problems I had as a child… OMG… What is this…?
GOOD, that no girl ever wanted to be with me… Oh my God, these are horror stories, reminding me of my “bitched up” childhood and my current bitch mother and all stupid bitch land whales in general.
And I became very proud of “not yet having ruined my life”.
Pretending to read about “the latest cassette deck” (so they kept talking) while getting the lowdown on marriage and millions of relations~~~-problems…
It seemed like all the pain of being alone turned into pride. I was the chosen one that had escaped “the Monster”
My hope on women?
It had become a MGTOW mindset v.1984…
But I still did not give up on love. Or else I would never have tried. But anytime I tried, especially in the times when I made more and more money, the same type of woman came around: No interest in me, except for the money.
But I remained true to my princples.
The way to my heart would be so easy:
Not stepping on me. Not threatening to damage things I like. Not ruining my finances… Not doing anything to destroy things that I had just built…No effort at all – besides the effort of not trying to make me swallow and live with “sick behavior”.
I still have this “bird’s eye” view and the “kindergarden feeling”:
It’s “me and them”.
If I see “Mr. Stupid Neck Tatoo” with an attractive lady, I always say to myself:
“That’s like a closed group in kindergarden” – They belong together in full harmony. And she will most likely not be anyone to fit your standards of wealth building. She has already shown her bad taste. So why should I be jealous? And I would not even flirt with her, no matter how pretty she might be.
Or would you – as a settled entrepreneur – like to play with “a child” like that? (Women that did not grow up and behave like spoiled children)
Women who want a guy with money should read books from “Napoleon Hill” and the like. Then they might understand why “an empowered man” turns them down…
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Anonymous3There are 1000s of songs that imply the existence of love,
Love (in the way men feel it) is the worst type of hard drug ever. (Dependency and very serious side effects from misery up to slavery and/or jail. It is a drug for real: There are real medical scientific papers comparing in-brain chemical effects of cocaine and love.) And it is legal to advertise “love” all over the mainstream media. Would someone sing the same on cocaine or other hard drug? Immediately goes to jail maybe.
That was the time I started to realize that girls do in fact have a “low value” selection system. They didn’t care about me for being able to fix radios as a boy and they also didn’t care about my personality in any way.
In other words: I would have had to “play stupid” and buy fashion in order to even get looked at.But by then, the entire school knew that “this guy” has capabilities way beyond any other student in this school…Sitting in 8th grade wth the knowlegde of an adult, it was hard to even establish a fluent conversation with one of the girls
I experienced the same. I sold my soul to science in a young age, maybe fourteen. And there was no girl who was interested to talk about smokey noisy stinky chemical experiments. (I was allowed to do these in the school lab, preparing for student competitions) Then I became a physicist student, electronics as a favorite, and no one cared about me for building a Tesla-coil and having bought an oscilloscope from 2 months of my very good scholarship prize, instead of going to parties with those damn extroverts.I knew that I would be bored to hell and not having a chance at girls.(I was mostly blue pilled back then)
No girl would have wanted to be seen with “the outcast” that reads stupid books instead of showing off their new fashion jeans.
Totally true. Girls only care about the opinion of other girls. I was an outcast type, so my only girlfriend in my young age was an outcast girl. Outcasts unite! And she was an outcast so seeing her with another outcast doesn’t matter. -I was thinking, when we got to know each other. She was also not interested in my fun stuff, since she only liked to learn languages and nothing more, and had terrible mood swings from friendly to cry-bitch in no time, but we drunk a few beers together and later became friends with benefits for a few years.
The barrier that “they didn’t cross”, was that I wanted to be loved beyond materialistic matters. And they “put down” my music buying habits, not “getting it” that this was always a straight “kick in the ass” for me.
So – stereo systems do help in weeding out destructive partners…
So does any expensive and time consuming hobby and a work related to hobby. For example hobby-photography: it only needs a DSLR ($300 second hand plus a few extras for few hundred bucks) but it is very time consuming to jump on the DH bike (another expensive and time-consuming thing) to pedal to a beautiful place in the right time to shoot a photo on a sunset over the river, or to take photos of wildlife, and to master the controls of the camera to get what you want. I never seen a girl having enough patience to do that. In fact, I also never seen a girl getting dirty while patching a flat tire on a bike. In my city the girls have these skinny single speed / fixie road-bikes, sometimes without brakes and bell and reflectors and lamps (illegal),and no mudguard. (This is where they might get dirty in the rain, but somehow they always manage to not ride in rain.)
GOOD, that no girl ever wanted to be with me… Oh my God, these are horror stories, reminding me of my “bitched up” childhood and my current bitch mother and all stupid bitch land whales in general.
Childhood nightmare-life was a big fat red pill for me too. But i did not swallow it fully back then, and I was hoping, that I will be more lucky and avoid all those mistakes and never be like my parents. I had to suffer bad relations~~~s myself to swallow the red pill.
I have gone full board minimize women, to swinging back to viewing them as playful kids etc. I try, TRY to keep hope that there are decent ones out there, NAWALT etc. But it never happens. I feel like I am some stoic hero hanging onto an ideal that the universe bashes me against all the time.
For example just within the last 2 weeks:
1: Woman from my old job hits me up after 2 months, ‘wondering what i was to her’ proceeds to sext me for a few hours, I never hear from here again when I reach out to be friendly.
2: Another woman at work who was married texts me ‘I need to stop texting you, if we are discovered it would be bad for me’ (nothing EVER happened with this girl)
3: Online dating, I slay with a killer opening, EVERY girl ghosts if the jokes don’t keep coming.
3A: Some will chat back endlessly until I ask for number *SILENCE*
3B: I get 2 numbers, 1 is super dull, 1 word responses (why did you OFFER ME your number if you wont talk!?) and the 2nd asks ‘who is this’, I explain (wtf you JUST gave it to me) and then she asks what my screen name is. The fact she either can’t figure it out, or drops # that much I never texted back.
Damn bros, I am a happy person by nature but reality is so f~~~ing crushing with women.“I try to retain hope about women, but it’s endlessly dashed” by women!
Like Lucy holding the football for Charlie Brown to try to kick.
Like PUA, they can’t reject you -When They Are Pursuing You.
Or like the Rev Lawrence B Shannon’s, “Predatory Female” they’re like grinding wheels that you must keep spinning to get the sparks,
: It will always be in their nature, always. Everything else is merely brainwashing/indoctrination you’ve received since childhood.
It’s a cruel reality, but many men [but the number is decreasing] attempt to maintain a false/untrue perspective regarding women, and get mentally chewed up in the process.
Now excuse me while I attempt to date a Slavic girl online 🙂 @ Slavic girls are not like that dot com."It seems like there's times a body gets struck down so low, there ain't a power on earth that can ever bring him up again. Seems like something inside dies so he don't even want to get up again. But he does."
Let me tell you this: I got all the qualities of an alpha (money, looks, attitude). And, It’s a s~~~ show out there.
[[truer words have not been spoken]]
The women are now insane. They are literally checked out to some alternate reality. It’s social media and Hollywood, as root cause. Like a virus that corrupted the computer. I can’t even look at most of them…it’s not you. It’s them. I have talked briefly with my colleague. He agrees, he is older and wise…they are angry, bitter…they f~~~ed their life up…most are divorced, unhappy. They bought into feminism, and it has rendered them miserable. We are at a very f~~~ed up period in human civilization.
Either way I am slowly trying to go celibate.
Everyone acts like celibacy is a bad thing. I had it forced on for as long a 5 years when I was married. Now I’m single I find sex to be a chore I don’t care to pursue. This totally de-complicates my life not having it. Society would immediately label me a loser because I don’t want sex unless I was doing it for religion. Some people still try and shame me for it. Going my way means going MY way. If you want it good for you go get it. But there are some of us who don’t want or need sex.
Mgtow, IMO are not pursuing celibacy, they are pursuing happiness, and unfortunately for todayz laydeez, that doesn’t include, todayz laydeez.
Society will label this celibacy, but not to us.
It’s the same as happening to be, “avoiding poisons” “avoiding disease” “avoiding insanity”……….. Easier for us to say, we are pursuing our own happiness and that no longer includes women due to what they’ve become."It seems like there's times a body gets struck down so low, there ain't a power on earth that can ever bring him up again. Seems like something inside dies so he don't even want to get up again. But he does."
Let me tell you this: I got all the qualities of an alpha (money, looks, attitude). And, and It’s a s~~~ show out there.
The women are now insane. They are literally checked out to some alternate reality. It’s social media and Hollywood, as root cause. Like a virus that corrupted the computer. I can’t even look at most of them…
it’s not you. It’s them. I have talked briefly with my colleague. He agrees, he is older and wise…they are angry, bitter…they f~~~ed their life up…most are divorced, unhappy. They bought into feminism, and it has rendered them miserable. We are at a very f~~~ed up period in human civilization.
Yeah, this is basicly the feeling I have. I feel like a great catch. Fit, caring, smart, interesting and…girls are useless. 1 word responses etc
“I feel like I am some stoic hero hanging onto an ideal that the universe bashes me against all the time.”
This is simply brilliant. F~~~ing…Brilliant.
And I feel PRECISELY the same way – so many times, and in so many ways.
Resident cynic.
And it is legal to advertise “love” all over the mainstream media. Would someone sing the same on cocaine or other hard drug? Immediately goes to jail maybe.
We had mass advertisers like Casey Kasem and Dick Clark on the radio. They didn’t go to jail. They even live on. And I have harddisks full of radio shows from that era.
But cocaine was also “promoted in some way” by Eric Clapton, J.J. Cale and Jackson Browne and many other pop artists.“Cheech and Chong” didn’t go to jail for promoting ganja either.
There goes one of my heavy weapons against the ill effects of bitching. This music was my “acoustic sword” and land whales hated me to death for it. Even those that were not able to understand these lyrics. Just the music itself was a bummer for their ears. And I loved it when they hated my music.
The music was like Voodoo, chasing away the evil ghosts of female influence around me.
(Click in my brain jukebox: A big red pill from 1976 “Evil woman” by ELO)No matter what it was. A radio with “American Forces Network” playing on it was sufficient to get any woman mad at me…
Like garlic repelling vampyrs, a dose of “AFN Rockgarden” or “Wolfman Jack” was good for women. Put on tape, so I could use it everywhere.
You can still drive women insane with “That’s the way” from K.C. and the Sunshine Band…
I was an outcast type, so my only girlfriend in my young age was an outcast girl. Outcasts unite! And she was an outcast so seeing her with another outcast doesn’t matter. -I was thinking, when we got to know each other. She was also not interested in my fun stuff,
Yes, same with me. I did everything differently and on a higher level like “normal people” would do. Not watching standard TV and listening to “everyday radio” was the first thing that made me an outcast.
Skipping school until it hurts (35 days in a half year term) while still having “B to C” grades… They wanted to kick me out of school but they couldn’t because the “supreme state school agency” told them, that “with these grades” – including an “A” in English and chemistry – there was nothing that they could do about it…
I was sitting in class secretly reading stereo magazines, antenna catalogs, books on circuit design… And the “other ear” on the actual lesson…
Multitasking at it’s best. Girls hated that and they always shook their heads when they spoke about me.
Everything about me was “I don’t buy into your culture”
And there was no girl who was interested to talk about smokey noisy stinky chemical experiments. (I was allowed to do these in the school lab, preparing for student competitions) Then I became a physicist student, electronics as a favorite, and no one cared about me for building a Tesla-coil and having bought an oscilloscope from 2 months of my very good scholarship prize, instead of going to parties with those damn extroverts.I knew that I would be bored to hell and not having a chance at girls.(I was mostly blue pilled back then)
Yes, my Hameg oscillocope still works fine. But the noisy and stinky experiments we did, had to be carried out in the dense forest and had cost the lives of many old TV-sets and radios. Our whole bodies would stink from these fumes. No shower could take that off completely and girls hated that perfume… But sometimes we would detonate something at 5 in the morning and then go to school… without a shower… Then, during the school break, talking about our little Hiroshima Mushroom clouds of gun powder smoke… was a sure way of staying outcast.
But we didn’t care. No girl wanted me anyway. So why bother? Let them go dancing with their “blue pills”… And have your own fun. Doing anything with girls would have killed me with boredom. And I hated loud discotheques also. That’s why my hearing still goes up to 17 Khz at age 49…And I can hear the difference between 24 Bit and 32 Bit audio. Having a destroyed hearing is the legacy of “meeting girls” in the 80s. (With only extremely loud discotheques being available as “meeting places”)
There was only one thing girls could have given me. But subtract the insults from that, I’ll be “deep in the negative”. And f~~~ing them after taking 1 hour of their bitching? No, my dick becomes inverted…
I never seen a girl having enough patience to do that. In fact, I also never seen a girl getting dirty while patching a flat tire on a bike.
Ever seen a girl with an angle grinder in her hand replacing body parts of “her new car”?
With her beautiful skin all covered in rust, tar and metal particles… And her fashion clothes changing color after using the spray gun to paint the car…
Or “black lipstick” from the tail of the transmission after changing the clutch…Ask a girl what “Curil” is and she might be a unicorn.
I always loved it when they gave me a disgusted look while I was proudly posing with something like my “burned out” (center) exhaust pipe mufflers. “That comes from driving too slow”. Seeing the faces of girls in the school yard… I grinned and they looked at me like scum. (That was later on in my school career, after I had a driver’s licence)
So does any expensive and time consuming hobby and a work related to hobby. For example hobby-photography: it only needs a DSLR ($300 second hand plus a few extras for few hundred bucks) but it is very time consuming to jump on the DH bike (another expensive and time-consuming thing) to pedal to a beautiful place in the right time to shoot a photo on a sunset over the river, or to take photos of wildlife, and to master the controls of the camera to get what you want.
They don’t join you in anything, even if exploring the wildlife would get them to lose their extremely fat ass…
There is no point in thinking that a woman might ever “join in” in anything that requires patience, love for detail, studying or leaving the “comfort-zone”. Just forget it. They are party poopers.But if “our boring party” suddenly makes us rich, then we instently have the parasites on our back.
And even then, they bitch at everything they see…
Like Gargamel holding Smurfette and putting her in a cage no matter what she says or how much she complains… I like that.
Where have all the good men gone? I know, they are busy with more interesting things than a “high maintenance sex doll” without a brain and without a heart.
In July of 2018, this honey pot forum was sold out to an unidentified NPC sock puppet and troll organization. Most independent thinkers and writers migrated to other MGTOW forums as a result of the never-ending infighting and deliberate trouble starting caused by members who were given "carte blanche" by the admin to do whatever they want. Before my departure, I only left a few thousand cat pics here to comfort and ridicule the feminist owners who now run this place. Their background agenda is to make MGTOW look like a club of losers the public eye. And during the course of 2019, they actually managed to destroy almost all other MGTOW venues as well. Here is the truth about "theindependentman.org" aka "TIM" which was created as an extended workbench to further divide the community. When you register, they install a spyware Zombie cookie on your browser that does all kinds of things the user does not know of: http://www.filedropper.com/essay-on-the-removal-of-malware-cookies-used-by-tim
Hope of women being nice creatures?
Even a long time ago there were smart men…
“Evil Woman” by the “Electric Light Orchestra” from the Album “Face The Music” out of 1975. (The 7 inch “single” went up the AT 40 in 1976)
I first heard that song on the “Greatest Hits” I bought in 1980… It became one of my all time favorite songs. No further explanation needed.
“Evil Woman” by the “Electric Light Orchestra” written by Jeff Lynne
You made a fool of me
But them broken dreams have got to endHey woman, you got the blues
Yes you ain’t got no one else to use
There’s an open road that leads nowhere
So just make some miles between here and thereThere’s a hole in my head where the rain comes in
You took my body and played to win
Ha ha woman it’s a crying shame
But you ain’t got nobody else to blameEvil woman, evil woman
Evil woman, evil womanRolled in from another town
Hit some gold too hot to settle down
But a fool and his money soon go separate ways
And you found that fool lyin’ in a dazeHa ha woman, what you gonna do?
You destroyed all the virtues that the Lord gave you
It’s so good that you’re feeling pain
Yes you better get your face on board the very next trainEvil woman, evil woman
Evil woman, evil womanEvil woman, evil woman
Evil woman, evil womanEvil woman how you done me wrong
But now you’re tryin’ to wail a different song
Ha ha funny how you broke me up
You made the wine now you drink the cupI came runnin’ every time you cried
Thought I saw love smilin’ in your eyes
Ha ha very nice to know
That you ain’t got no place well left to goEvil woman, evil woman
Evil woman, evil womanEvil woman, evil woman
Evil woman, evil woman
Evil woman, evil womanIn July of 2018, this honey pot forum was sold out to an unidentified NPC sock puppet and troll organization. Most independent thinkers and writers migrated to other MGTOW forums as a result of the never-ending infighting and deliberate trouble starting caused by members who were given "carte blanche" by the admin to do whatever they want. Before my departure, I only left a few thousand cat pics here to comfort and ridicule the feminist owners who now run this place. Their background agenda is to make MGTOW look like a club of losers the public eye. And during the course of 2019, they actually managed to destroy almost all other MGTOW venues as well. Here is the truth about "theindependentman.org" aka "TIM" which was created as an extended workbench to further divide the community. When you register, they install a spyware Zombie cookie on your browser that does all kinds of things the user does not know of: http://www.filedropper.com/essay-on-the-removal-of-malware-cookies-used-by-tim
I’ve once seen a quote stating that “Men are romantics pretending to be realists; women are realists pretending to be romantics”.
I am starting to see this more and more are being true. Just ask yourself, which sex goes into the marriage actually believing “To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness or in health, to love and to cherish till death do us part. And hereto I pledge you my faithfulness.”? Is it the man or the woman?
The female goes into the marriage understanding that she’s entering into a contract for her benefit, and it gives her the right to drop any pretenses of love and wanting to be intimate, faithful, etc for all time. She understands that it gives her free reign to do whatever she wants with no repercussion, she can waste the man’s resources, and breaking out of the arrangement will be to her advantage.
The original poster proves this point, just look at his original post. He’s a romantic. These bitches he’s seeing as innocent and worthwhile of his romance are realists, and just see him as a tool used to boost their own ego or fat wallet to be exploited, then cast away.
"He didn't marry until now, so he won't ever do it. Think about it, why would a man like him ever marry? It's too late to catch him. " ~some cunt
electronics as a favorite, and no one cared about me for building a Tesla-coil and having bought an oscilloscope from 2 months of my very good scholarship prize,
Oh, I forgot about the tesla coil. I never did that myself, but I used high-voltage from TV sets to get girls’ hair go up like an angry cat. Not from the voltage itself but from the crackling, hissing and snapping sounds.
And they were afraid of the blue and violet sparks…
And the cola-can-cannon filled with cigarette lighter gas…
Or my 320 Volt DC / 400000 uF capacitor bank that blows huge holes in food cans when “shorted out”…
Women have no sense of humor at all.
They never even move their plastic faces – even if the entire world would explode around them…
In July of 2018, this honey pot forum was sold out to an unidentified NPC sock puppet and troll organization. Most independent thinkers and writers migrated to other MGTOW forums as a result of the never-ending infighting and deliberate trouble starting caused by members who were given "carte blanche" by the admin to do whatever they want. Before my departure, I only left a few thousand cat pics here to comfort and ridicule the feminist owners who now run this place. Their background agenda is to make MGTOW look like a club of losers the public eye. And during the course of 2019, they actually managed to destroy almost all other MGTOW venues as well. Here is the truth about "theindependentman.org" aka "TIM" which was created as an extended workbench to further divide the community. When you register, they install a spyware Zombie cookie on your browser that does all kinds of things the user does not know of: http://www.filedropper.com/essay-on-the-removal-of-malware-cookies-used-by-tim
Are you doing this out of boredom or are you actually seeking a relationship?
I have discovered a truly remarkable list of reasons why women are not necessary for a happy life, but alas this margin is too small to contain it.
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