This was my first red pill. This simple sentence. When I first read it four years ago, it sent my mind reeling. I wasn’t even hunting for insight on women. I had merely stumbled drunkenly into a minefield of a forum by chance. The power though, the POWER that those words had on my uninitiated mind was sobering. It was akin to the first time I heard anything about quantum mechanics. WTF? This is reality? “Welcome to a new world kid” moaned that old familiar voice in my head. This was my catalyst for a new philosophy of living. This was a new breath of life itself!

Alright, that’s a bit dramatic. My last long-term relationship was during my high school years (I’m 30 now). I had made arrangements to join the military posthaste upon graduation. I was so smitten with her that I thought we would get married and she could live the wonderful life of a soldier’s wife. Obviously she had other plans. She decided to go to college and ride a bunch of dicks. With my broken heart and my brain depressed, I joined the military and proceeded to immediately become an abysmal soldier. Since I was stationed in Europe, I had a lot of fun not being tied down to any woman in particular, but I still saw myself as married with children in a utopian future.

When I got out, I had to start from nothing. I went to live with the parents who had moved to a different state than the one I had left from. No friends, no job, no marketable skills, and no girlfriend. I landed a job in sheet metal fabrication and then immediately set out to find a wife. Oh yeah, we all know how attractive a 23 year old semi-ginger sheet metal worker is to the ladies. The dates I did manage to go on never went anywhere. I was growing increasingly frustrated with the way women my age acted. I mean, I was a nice guy! I’m not an underwear model, but I ain’t ugly (according to female “friends”) and I was willing to grovel at their feet, spend all my money on them. Women are such amazing and mysterious creatures, am I right? And that cavern between their legs, STUPENDOUS! It’s like a hole…a hole that was intentionally built for the pelvic punisher!

After about 3 years of thinking that there was something wrong with me, that I would have to settle for a heifer or something, I found the sentence. That sentence led me to another sentence and another sentence and before I knew it, I was watching PUA instructional videos. Turns out there was something wrong with me, I was a man-child. So I said “lets try this whole not treating women like they’re goddesses thing”. My results improved! Hooray! I’m not too hideous of a prospect to land a good looking lass! Yet, there was still something wrong. There was a new sentiment that I had unconsciously acquired. Now that I was more in tune with the feminine thought process, I could get a woman, but I didn’t really want one. As far as spending my life with a broad….do I look like a masochist?

In my experience, the maturing mind has a way of humbling us every couple of years by imposing a period of self-reflection. Every time this happened I would look back at my historic self and surmise that he was a fool. Not a complete fool mind you, but certainly no equal to the current model. This phenomenon has recently shifted for me though, and I credit that first red pill to leading me out of the rabbit hole. Now I go along secure in the knowledge that I will never know everything and that it is asinine to expect it of myself. I take each day hour by hour and I don’t fret about the future or the past. My favorite past time has always been learning. The bigger your pool of knowledge, the more diversified it is, the more information you will have to tackle anything that comes your way.

I’ve come to accept my character “flaws”. I’m smart enough to become a physicist, or an engineer but I’m way too lazy to do the work required for the degree. Why can’t I go to the store and buy a case of motivation? My laziness used to eat me up inside. I am lucky though. I found a career that I am passionate enough about to actually do the work for. As long as my laziness doesn’t negatively affect anyone but myself, then there is nothing wrong with my laziness. I’m living my life for me and the people I care about. I’m not trying to impress bitches anymore.

I don’t walk around staring at the ground and avoiding eye contact because I know I have obtained a level of wisdom that most people will never experience. It is the wisdom that no human being has ever known what the f~~~ they were doing. I go through life pretending to be an expert, pretending that I know my purpose. But honestly, everyone else is just as clueless as me about the big questions. I don’t take things so seriously because every crucible I’ve been through was painful at the time and somewhat fatefully absurd in retrospect.

Walk softly and carry a big brain. When a bitch gets uppity, flash her an archaic smile. Just enough so that she can glimpse at the power in your skull.

P.S. If circumstances arise in which everything I currently believe in is empirically contradicted, I apologize and rebuke all claims of wisdom.

…. is now on the MGTOW walk of fame.

http://www.mgtow.com/quotes/?q=1

Thank you for your intro. And you can be sure others will read all of it.
You’re among our recent / active members on the home page. (random rotation)

Like you, a simple stumbling on a single post somewhere changed everything.
Goes to show, it doesn’t take much to change the world. It only takes an IDEA.

“Honor is a male abstraction, don’t expect women to understand.” is also very liberating and relaxing. One of the greatest days I remember was accepting the things I couldn’t change. I can’t tell you what it was like to read Schopenhauer on the subject, and he said exactly the same thing 150 years ago. Mind blowing.

As one example, I was working with a female boss (on contract for a few weeks) who was very rich and successful and a total c~~~. She wasn’t a c~~~ because she was demanding or controlling or expecting alot. She was a c~~~ because she had no honor. Changed her mind on a dime. Zero integrity. Contradicted herself. A mass of inconsistency. But she projected herself like she was royalty.

She would call a meeting in which she would expect others to cross town to attend – smack in the middle of rush hour traffic. And at the last minute, she would phone it in and not personally attend herself. Calling her out on this and telling her never to do that again (in front of everyone else) was intensely satisfying, and I can guarantee by total shock on her face…. no subordinate or Man(!) ever talked to her like that, before or since. I made sure she will NEVER forget it.

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Enjoyed your intro, and thanks for the inspiring thought.

Your tale from work reminded me of a Joe Rogan clip I saw a long time ago. I love the part where the guy says “your the first person to stand up to her in that regard”. By choice, I don’t have that many interactions with women these days. Most of the conversations are just snippets of time filled with meaningless banter to mask the awkward fact that she is ringing up my produce. Except that, things I say and how I say them are always carefully constructed to alert her to my indifference about her. I do this as a lesson, let them bitches know men like us are out there. It’s a very subtle art, I don’t want to come off as a psychopath.

Yesterday I went to refill a prescription and the technician behind the counter was a gorgeous brunette, probably around 25. I looked her dead in the eyes the entire time and spoke with authority. She was so f~~~ing hot man, just my type. I guarantee you that 99% of the men she deals with either act sheepish or creepy while talking to her. I could see her mind trying to process my vibe. It’s difficult to explain but I’m sure most of the guys here know what I’m talking about. I doubt she would sleep with me, but I’m fairly certain I made the impression upon her psyche that I had set out to. Maybe she goes home to her boyfriend and tests his manhood. lol I’m such an asshole!

Thanks man! I was in Germany and getting paid in American money. It sucked hard every time I would pull 40 euro from the ATM and lose 50 bucks in my bank account. I would spend an entire paycheck in a weekend if I went out on the town! When I found out that I was going over there all my friends thought that I would be knee deep in fräulein poon-tang just because I was an American soldier. Those are the tales of yesteryear lol! The modern German woman couldn’t care less in my experience. In fact she is probably more inclined to like you less for being an American. There was more anti-bush graffiti in Germany than there was in the states! American youth are just spoiled.

Ouch that really sucks. I was at least paid in their money since I was working for the government, I was in Georgia. After taxes and having to pay my host family the required monthly payment I was left with 400 Lari for a monthly pay check. In USD that only equals about $300 a month month,but since everything is so cheap over there that was very good money by their standards. Also in Georgia they actually like Americans. I couldn’t walk down the street without people stopping to talk and ask me questions. No matter where I went people stared at me too lol. The idea of being an American abroad and getting tons of woman really seems to be nothing more than a fantasy. Maybe if you are very rich, good looking, and ripped it will be true, but who the hell wants a superficial woman like that. Sucks the woman over there thought of you that way though. From my experience European women were not only more beautiful than American woman, but just had better attitudes. While I was there my friends I met were telling me how much they wanted to f~~~ an American girl and I was like “guys having sex with an American girl isn’t anything special,trust me I have done it with 2 of them” lol. You are so right about American youth being spoiled though. I was amazed at how more responsible kids were over there.

Yes, I know a little German…………he’s 5’2″!

Seriously, I enjoyed my years over there. The drinking age was 18 and I was 19 when I arrived. We enjoyed an above average number of days off because we wouldn’t work on American or German holidays. I didn’t really travel outside of the Freistaat Bayern, mostly the Nürnberg area. I did manage to make it to München for Oktoberfest 2004. That was 10 years ago already? Verdammt!

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Sounds like a valuable and exiting experience! I never got stared at walking around. It’s not an anomaly to see a man of Scandinavian ancestry walking around Germany I guess. Wanting to have sex with a foreign girl must be a natural impulse. The strangest piece I ever got was a thick black girl from France. She kept calling me her “little flower” in her thick accent. LoL 🙂