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- Honor is a male abstraction, don’t expect women to understand.
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.
Lust for comfort suffocates the soul
Holy crap! That’s a lot of words! Read it if you want….
Lust for comfort suffocates the soul
“Honor is a male abstraction, don’t expect women to understand.”
…. is now on the MGTOW walk of fame.
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.
Enjoyed your intro, and thanks for the inspiring thought.
If you keep doing what you've always done... you're gonna keep getting what you always got.I wish I could take credit for that sentence, but I’m honored to have had a part in it being honored!
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!
Lust for comfort suffocates the soul
Nice story. I never went into the military,but after college I went straight to Europe to teach English and was really hoping to find a wife there. I really enjoyed their lifestyle there and wouldn’t have even minded staying there. I always loved the idea of having a foreign wife and my child having family in a foreign country in addition to her family in the US. No such luck. It was a good experience for me and even though I was done with dating and women before I left being over there did help a little more. Like you it was nice to not be tied down, but at the same time I wouldn’t consider having a girlfriend to be a burden over there because there was so much we could have done. I was never actively pursuing a girlfriend though because I didn’t want to come off as weak or some pathetic American, although I did make it be known I wouldn’t mind finding a wife. The experience one will get from going abroad is a very positive one and can greatly help you in life. I know be teaching in Europe has helped me not only find my current job, but also help while on the job as well. Not only that, but seeing the world in a more positive and better way too. Also when I returned I somewhat had to start over too since while over there I got paid very well, when you convert their money to USD it is much lower. Plus I had to buy a new lap top so that hurt too. Luckily I still live with my parents and I didn’t loose my job at had before I left so in a few months I was able to start working again.
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.
Lust for comfort suffocates the soul
@vilenord LOL’ed at “knee deep in fräulein poon-tang”. You even spelled it properly with the umlaut.
If you keep doing what you've always done... you're gonna keep getting what you always got.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!
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 🙂
Lust for comfort suffocates the soul
Yeah I have always imaged how cool it would be to have sex with a foreign girl,but finding a foreign girlfriend is kind of hard lol. I kind of like the idea of not fully understanding each others language, especially at first. It makes the communicating part more important because you have to really make sure each other understands something. The closest I have ever gotten was slow dancing with some Japanese exchange students years ago while they were here. I feel bad looking back though since during this time I had yet to ever have a girlfriend or even kiss a girl so every time I heard we were doing slow dancing I would run to the nearest girl I could find lol. I feel like the girl at the goodbye party I asked to dance didn’t really think highly of me, but didn’t want to come off as a rude foreigner.
Yes, I know a little German…………he’s 5’2″!
Ba-dum TISH!
Good one! Personally, I speak a little German myself, actually. Hve sampled many languages, but French is my favorite. Especially to curse with. “Nom de Dieu de putain de bordel de merde de saloperies de connards d’enculé de ta mére.” ….
It’s like wiping your arse with silk, I love it.
If you keep doing what you've always done... you're gonna keep getting what you always got.I believe you have given away your true identity Merovingian man!
In the spirit of disclosure, I stole my pun from an 80’s Val Kilmer movie called Top Secret!I find language a worthwhile thing to study, even if you do it half-assed amateur style like I do. Etymology specifically is what I enjoy. Knowing what an object is called in more than one language, and knowing the etymology of those various words, gives me a broader understanding of the object. English is such a bastard of older languages that studying the etymology of it is asinine. German is a much more direct and logical language. In their literal translations you can see what I mean. A restaurant is a gasthof(guest house), a train station is a bahnhof(train house), and the freeway is the autobahn(car train). I’m gonna ask someone for directions to the nearest train house tomorrow just for da lulz!
Lust for comfort suffocates the soul
BUSTED! @vilenord I knew you would get the reference. (and I owe myself a dollar)
Language is as invaluable as travel. If I had a kid, on his 18th birthday, I would buy him a ticket to Europe, and a EU-Rail pass, press a few thousand bucks in his hand and say go for a month and bring me a postcard from as many cities as you can!! And get some fräulein poon tang while you’re at it… and stay the f~~~ away from Sweden!!! the feminists don’t want you to stand up and pee there.
Yesterday I walked to my local coffee shop in the morning and there were two German hotties on the corner just yakking back and forth. I stood at the red light with them. Then one of them said “should we ask him?” … and I turned around and said “but of course!” in German. I think one of them blacked out. It was an immediate “in”. Just some conversational Japanese can make that little bit of difference when you’re buying a camcorder in Tokyo. I got a little discount.
I’m a cunning-linguist. A masterdebater. And an Amateur Gynochologist.
If you keep doing what you've always done... you're gonna keep getting what you always got.I’m a cunning-linguist. A masterdebater. And an Amateur Gynochologist.
As if I didn’t realize by now, dude…
Yes, totally agree, it can be quite a nice surprising bluff listening in to German tourist conversations whilst abroad, since I had my fair share of it too when I was (living) in London. Occasionally I even dropped in a cheeky sentence like: “So, for future reference be careful, people what you talk about in public, yes even here in the UK there are quite a few more people around that do not only understand German but can fluently reply as well, he he (“Feind hört immer wieder mal mit..”) or –> the “enemy” keeps listening in on you, watch out… 😉
Now, if I ever was gonna learn another language (although I also had French at school for about 6 years, but I never liked the language most of its grammar is gone by now, mind you quite a lot “left over” vocabularies…) it would have to be Italian, damn I just love the sound of its pronunciation and its sentence’ melodies… … never mind the fact that apart from being spoken only in Italy by comparison to say Spanish which again in my opinion sounds to harsh, but anyway…
I'd rather die a natual death with a clear MGTOW conscience somewhere off the grid than one within "modern" civilisation with a big stress mark on my forehead and a couple of dozen tubes plugged into my body. Back to the plantation..? Me..? Hey, literally: I won't ever fucking kid myself...YZERLMNTSIC
Anonymous9the “enemy” keeps listening in on you, watch out…
Another sober bar story….
A friend and I were standing in a popular bar just checking stuff out. There was a taller woman 15 to 20 feet away, facing towards us. The music was blaring and we had a hard time hearing each other arms length away. I mentioned to my buddy that the tall chick had a larger set of teeth similar to horse teeth. I had no sooner said that and SHE was in my face asking what I just said. Talk about deer in the headlights. I was scrambling for something to tell her. Still blue pilling at the time. I came up with something but holy f~~~. She was either a lip reader or Radar O”Reily’s sister. I think now I could just tell her to f~~~ off and mind her own business.
GotSmart wrote; I think now I could just tell her to f~~~ off and mind her own business.
This is so easy for me now, an a blast to do..
VileNord wrote; Now that I was more in tune with the feminine thought process, I could get a woman, but I didn’t really want one.
This realization is as powerful to me, as the first statement about honor.
I was bound to be misunderstood, and I laugh at those who misunderstand me. Kind mockery at the well intentioned, but unfettered cruelty towards those would be prison guards of my creative possibilities. This so as to learn as much from misunderstanding as from understanding. Taking pleasure in worthy opponents and making language fluid and flowing like a river yet pointed and precise as a dagger. Contradicts the socialistic purpose of language and makes for a wonderful linguistic dance, A verbal martial art with constant parries that hone the weapon that is the two edged sword of my mouth.
“It’s because they’re stupid, that’s why. That’s why everybody does everything.” – Homer Simpson.
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