Like vs. “Supposed to Like”

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    Elric Greenstone
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    Still fully acclimating to the Red Pill, I realized today that there are a lot of things – not just women – that I’ve been trying to like for a very long time because I’m “supposed to like” them.

    This hit me today walking around my childhood home. Which is Miami, Florida. The county I live in has increased in size perhaps four or five or six times since I was a child. It also switched languages (from English to Spanish), ethnicity, and everything else. The downtown is huge, and the area I live in has completely and totally changed. It used to be very green and low-key and artistic when I was a child (it started as rich and exclusive, then hit hard times). It has bounced back from the artsy and down-at-heel little village it was when I was a kid and is now skyscrapers for vacationers and absentee owners. I returned three years ago, and had been gone for twenty years with no visits. Single mom, bats~~~ crazy, all that good stuff.

    For the past three years I’ve been trying to like this place, and have been walking around melancholy as Hell because I just couldn’t make myself like it. Most of the places I liked are long, long gone. The little private school I went to – and went to day camp at from childhood until junior high – has turned into a built-up and fantastically expensive school probably not as good, but much better marketed and much larger. This school had been important to me. I liked the education, and some of the students. The town center is all built up and pricey. On and on. Everything has changed, switched cultures, and is different. None of my friends from back in the day still live here. Literally none. (Obviously some acquaintances still do, but whatever).

    I realized today that I’ve been trying to like this place because I’m “supposed to like it”. Because once upon a time, it was my home. Quite literally – not kidding, South Florida has been gentrified and developed to Hades – 60-70% of the buildings are simply gone, replaced with bigger things, all the open spaces have been built on, and what’s left has been redone and redone and redone.

    I don’t actually like it. There’s been this weird disconnect, this terrifying, dissociative feeling for the past three years because I’ve been trying to like it, but it’s become all the things I hate. I’ve been driving myself crazy because I’ve believed, in my heart, that I was really supposed to like this place NOW because I liked it, literally, thirty years ago.

    The place I liked is long, long gone. It doesn’t exist any more. I am like a Dresden resident after the war. My city is gone. Walking around tonight, I kept realizing that. I’d take my glasses of and just look at the unfocussed lights, put them back on, and realize “if I had never been here before, this street would not appeal to me” “this is not a place I would choose to live” “this is not, to me, a handsome street” “it’s too crowded for me, too many tall buildings for me”. It was exceedingly unnerving (hello Red Pill), but I think good in the long run.

    Where I don’t quite want my mind to go just yet, as this evening’s walk was enough of a shock, is that I am quite certain that a lot of other things I’ve been trying to like because I’m supposed to like them for whatever reason . . . I don’t like and do not want. For me the Red Pill started with women, which I kept trying to like because sooooulllmateunicorn and I’m supposed to want this, even though I’ve rarely enjoyed this. Women were always, after the brief limerence phase, just f~~~ing awful, no matter how hard I tried to tell myself otherwise.

    Thoughts? My sense is I’m not the only one, post-Red Pill, to realize “f~~~, I actually hate this, why have I been doing this?”.

    "You can either love women, or understand women. You can't do both. Because once you understand women, you realize that there is really nothing to love."

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    Big Viking Chef BVC
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    This whole experience that you described hits very close to home for me. My original home has changed sooo much. Then I took the red pill, and my mind changed as well, leaving me no home base to fall back on. Disorientation. I get it. All I can say, is that the red pill mellows and becomes easier to swallow as you embrace truth. When anger and melancholy subside, you start to build a new home or many new homes anywhere you can find some real happiness. That is what I did. I spend my free time fishing on the lake because that’s where I find peace and happiness. I don’t seek out women, they have lost their flavor for me. So be it. I seek out peace and happiness in my spare time, and I work hard the rest of the time. I keep busy, and I do not dwell on past mistakes.

    Sorry if this doesn’t help much. I just don’t like “s’posetas”. If I’m sposta like something, I am skeptical as to whether or not that thing actually can make me happy.

    BVC

    Swallow this RED PILL ===> Men will lay down their lives for their brothers, their women and their children. This makes Men useful as slaves. Women will lay down their lives for ONLY their children. To expect more from women is just a FANTASY created by society and reinforced by the unconditional love that we experienced from our Mothers. The key to freedom is the understanding that the woman you meet is not going to fantastically love you like your Mother did. If you buy into the fantasy, then she is your new master. If you do not buy into the fantasy, then she is nothing, and you retain your freedom.

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    NotMyProblem
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    I’m supposed to like hanging out with females…

    I’m supposed to like family gatherings.

    I’m supposed to like children.

    I’m supposed to like partying and the bar scene.

    I’m supposed to like mind-numbing celebrity garbage and petty small talk.

    But all I really like is relaxing, reflecting, learning, and working on my project in peace.

    Add in my vaporizer and a nice gin and tonic. Those are pretty good too.

    Not my property... Not my problem

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    Atlas
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    I’m supposed to like hanging out with females…

    I’m supposed to like family gatherings.

    I’m supposed to like children.

    I’m supposed to like partying and the bar scene.

    I’m supposed to like mind-numbing celebrity garbage and petty small talk.

    But all I really like is relaxing, reflecting, learning, and working on my project in peace.

    Add in my vaporizer and a nice gin and tonic. Those are pretty good too.

    Like a f~~~ing boss, Sovereign. Well said.

    “We are on strike, we, the men of the mind. We are on strike against self-immolation. We are on strike against the creed of unearned rewards and unrewarded duties. We are on strike against the dogma that the pursuit of one's happiness is evil. We are on strike against the doctrine that life is guilt.”

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    RoyDal
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    @Elric Greenstone;
    “Supposed to like”, as you have divined, is a external expectation imposed upon us to keep us in the herd of conformists. Think Orwell’s Animal Farm in which the sheep kept bleating, “four lets good, two legs baaad.”

    I’m supposed to like hanging out with females…

    I’m supposed to like family gatherings.

    I’m supposed to like children.

    I’m supposed to like partying and the bar scene.

    I’m supposed to like mind-numbing celebrity garbage and petty small talk.

    But all I really like is relaxing, reflecting, learning, and working on my project in peace.

    Add in my vaporizer and a nice gin and tonic. Those are pretty good too.

    I am in complete agreement, except for the choice of beverages. I suspect we can find a middle ground on that.

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

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    Won'tGetFooledAgain
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    I’m supposed to like hanging out with females…

    I’m supposed to like family gatherings.

    I’m supposed to like children.

    I’m supposed to like partying and the bar scene.

    I’m supposed to like mind-numbing celebrity garbage and petty small talk.

    But all I really like is relaxing, reflecting, learning, and working on my project in peace.

    Add in my vaporizer and a nice gin and tonic. Those are pretty good too.

    That is me at 22 before I thought I was missing out and got myself a girlfriend. I thought I was odd because I was quite happy relaxing at home while all my friends were out going to bars and trying to pull women. I also thought I was odd because everybody wanted to go travelling and I had absolutely zero interest in this.

    Wish I could go back and have a word with myself at 22 and say keep doing what you are doing as you are not missing out on anything. Once you are divorced you will realise that it was everyone else who was odd for believing that the only way to live happily ever after is to get married and have 2 children.

    If I had followed the MGTOW path back then I would now have a house fully paid for, money in the bank and would be able to work part time. Strangely enough, the things I did when I was 22 are exactly the sort of things I want to do now. What I actually like to do is :

    Stay in bed for as long as I want.
    Save as much money as I can.
    Work on my car and clean it.
    Play computer games.
    Listen to Pink Floyd in the dark.
    Keep my possessions to a minimum (more stuff = more hassle).

    Not much to ask for, and totally ruined by having a girlfriend.

    For women, everything eventually boils down to Alpha Fucks, Beta Bucks.

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