Weird mood today. It’s Friday evening, and it’s been a long week. I’ve worked eight 10 hour shifts in the last nine days. I’m at my wit’s end. I’m just feeling kind of down, kind of torn, and finally, wondering what the hell I continue to do everything I do for. I’ll snap myself out of this mood in a bit – after all, your state is controllable – but I thought I’d at least sit down and see what raw emotion I could capture with this.
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Is there any fucking light somewhere at the end of all this?
I’ve always done everything right.
I went to school when I was a small child, and I behaved myself. I didn’t pull girls pigtails, I didn’t break stuff, and I got good grades. I’ll always remember how all the girls loved me because I was so nice. My mom always tells the story about how when I was in first grade, and got invited to a girl’s birthday party. There were about twenty girls and I was the only boy. Jesus Christ, if I could go back in time, I would go punch six-year-old me in the face and tell him to start pulling those pigtails, ya fucking idiot.
Middle school sucked. I was fat, people teased me, I wasn’t part of the cool kids. I got in trouble for accidentally slapping a girl on the ass in dance class within the first month of starting middle school. I should add that I was the new kid at the school, I attended a private school where most of the people in my grade had gone to school together their entire lives.
I had a huge crush on that girl and it crushed me when she manipulated the entire class into basically ignoring me.
Fuck, I have no idea where am I going with this…
So anyways, like the good little fucking faggot I was, I sat down and took it up the ass. Never stood up to that cunt and the pussy school administrators.
Fast forward to high school, where I again switched schools. This time I went to a charter school, with class sizes of about twenty – in an entire grade. Public school spit me up and chewed me out when I was in elementary school, and I was petrified. Looking back, I might be even a little ashamed of it. Once again, the nice guy – at least for a while. I became a little bit more of a dick and was surprised to find I had more friends.
Eventually, in college, I got into a relationship and did this…
Several years ago, prior to my red pill education, I was in a blissfully miserable long term relationship with a girl I had met at college. Yes, you read that correctly – blissfully miserable. Meaning that I hated my life with a passion, yet somehow it seemed that this was how it was supposed to be. I did everything in my power to please her, practically apologized 24 hours a day, and my entire life orbited around her schedule, needs, and desires. I stayed in this poisonous relationship for nearly two years, as it slowly wore away at my soul.
Then I did this…
In the case of my relationship, I went the last eight months of that relationship without getting my penis touched once. So much for not fapping. On top of that, we lived together in the same apartment for three of those months, and the other five we regularly spent five nights a week in the same bed. Sometimes, she would put little stars on my calendar for nights that she agreed to get intimate with me, but then, when sexy time rolled around, she would rescind that offer, usually because she had a headache. Shocking.
Yes, you read that correctly – LITTLE *STARS*. But wait, there’s more…
Girlfriend: “So…I’m feeling kind of distant from you lately. There is this guy at work who likes me. Do you mind if I like…hook up with him? To see if it will rekindle our spark?”
I’m not proud of it, but I told her to go ahead, but warned her I might not be around after. I also told her not to talk to me until after. She went over there, and nothing happened (supposedly). She showed up in tears and said she was sorry. I forgave her at the time and things resumed as normal, but the relationship only lasted another month, fortunately.
I promise, I’m getting into the real inspiration about this post, because deep down, I know the thoughts that provoked me to write this.
I continued doing the right thing, by getting good grades in high school and getting accepted at a good college. In college, I worked (relatively) hard enough to keep up decent grades, and I took extra classes so I could finish a semester and begin my career in the big and exciting real world! Full of office politics and bullshit.
I got my well-paying career, and then bought a nice car and moved into a nice apartment, in a very nice area of San Diego. Of course, I then furnished it with nice furniture.
Nice, nice, nice – does it EVER end?
Again, up to this point I have DONE EVERYTHING RIGHT THAT EVERY SINGLE YOUNG MAN HAS BEEN TOLD TO DO FROM THE DAY THEY ARE BORN.
I…
- Was nice and quiet in my youth, didn’t disturb people and didn’t cause chaos
- Didn’t pull girls pigtails
- Did what everyone told me to do
- Listened to others when I was *supposedly* in the wrong, which was nearly every time. After all, I was “young and foolish”
- Got good grades
- Got a car and a job when I turned 16
- Went to college
- Got a degree, and in a good field
- Got a good job
- Worked hard
- Bought a nice car to show my status
- Moved into a nice apartment and filled it with expensive shit
- “Paying my dues” and I know they’ll never be paid
To put things in perspective, I have worked my ENTIRE FUCKING LIFE to get to the point where I am at, I have done EVERYTHING right according to the American Society Handbook To Rape Young Men™ – and WHAT DO I HAVE TO SHOW FOR IT?
A car I can’t afford, an apartment that is nearly 50% of my net income, a $100k FUCKING PIECE OF PAPER (thankfully I only owe $5k on it) on my wall that says Bachelor’s in Economics, a career in COMPUTERS where I use ZERO economics, a office where I must censor myself in fear of being fired, and a shit load of expensive materialistic toys that I bought because – well, I was bored.
Ahh…the car. My Mustang, my baby. I am selling her tomorrow, and this is the entire reason I’m feeling down today. I love that car. I’ve always loved cars and racing. But I’ve woken up and realized that she is not a necessity, and her $400 monthly payment, $200 insurance premium, and $150 in premium gasoline is taking its toll on my finances.
But once again, I’ve done everything right.
Answer me this, what kind of chance does a young boy have in today’s American world? Especially one who has a genuinely kind heart, but lacks the self esteem to push himself forward and go against the curve? That young boy has no chance. ZERO. The way things are, I see how young men like Elliot Rodger snap.
Again, a young man has no chance. What the fuck is the point of even trying, I wonder at times. Here I am, now laying down steps to get out of my job, but it’s nonstop and tireless. I spend hours writing this blog, working on websites, and working on other various income projects.
My relationship can be tiring too, but that’s certainly not to say I’m not happy – I truly am. But, I also know not to be a fool. I know I can never stop leading, being dominant/masculine mentally and physically, fucking her senseless, and that I always have to be prepared to leave at a moment’s notice and return to this should she cross a line.
It’s just that, for a man…the work never stops.
Meanwhile, it makes me upset that any decent looking girl can have the fucking world, hardly have to work – and it’s simply because she’s blessed with a pair of tits. Any decent looking, pleasant girl has the ability to wife up a beta provider to pay for all her shit with his good college degree, his good job, and all of his material possessions he can hardly afford. You know, because he’s a nice guy and did things right.
See what BEING NICE does to you? It spits you out like the worthless shit you are.
All that shit about pain making you stronger, about how you grow from it? It’s a lie. To me, the future seems hopeless. The men who have persevered on the trail of niceness before me end up in divorce courts, with their ex-wife living in the house they built, driving the cars they could barely afford, all while making unrealistic child support payments.
At the beginning of this post, I asked this: Is there any fucking light somewhere at the end of all this?
I see none. I see the hand I have been given, and I see how the game plays out. I see no way to win. Men are just along for the ride, searching desperately for the stream of light at the end of the tunnel, until they fade to permanent unconsciousness.
Tomorrow though, I’ll wake up.
It’s funny seeing your description of how you viewed the man you were in comparison my impression of you as the man you currently are. If in two years (?) you can make such a dramatic change to your circumstances then you have the power to continue improving your life to a point where in two more years you can look back at this post and barely even understand the mindset (even if only temporary) that led you to feel that way.
I know, and I wake up this morning and have none of the bitter emotions I did when I wrote this. The hardest part I have swallowing is that it’s just a never-ending cycle of work. For the rest of my life with a woman, I can never let my guard down. I can never take it easy. I must always make good money.
It’s just like…damn, that sucks.
Very good and honest post.
I guess the cynical but realistic answer to this (as cynical as the way you describe the situation of pretty young girls) is to take back everything we owe. Dude, you work for yourself first. Everything you have today is yours. The good income, the good social capital through your education, job and network… Even if you sell your car, so what? You’ll earn more money. Have more power. Make more decisions. You are a powerful being now, aware of more things than when you were younger. And thanks to the redpill you won’t waste this power on some entitled spoiled chick.
Why am I saying this is a cynical answer? Because ultimately we don’t need women more than women need us. Ultimately, we can get sex by paying, meaning by using our power, through prostitution or other indirect means. That doesn’t mean you will, but you have that power and you should remind yourself this possibility in your interactions with women ; and if you look closely with the most red-pill eyes you’ll see that all women are somehow already prostitutes.
Think of and for youself first at all times. Nothing is dramatic, you’re just going from a place to a better place. You’ll understand why having that past was necessary to make you grow into someone better.
Thanks for the comments. I am starting to think more and more that women view men as nothing but bank accounts – for sperm, and for money.
Which makes me think we should use them as a box – to dump sperm in.
Depressing the way society is these days.
Well said and I agree completely.
Get the parasites out, who take what YOU work for.
New career goal: be a parasite. Make sure the government gets as little from you as possible, and make it as difficult to get it as possible.
And when they ask if you’ll pitch in and help, make sure they know the answer:
‘Hell NO. Get out of my sight you parasite.’
I don’t know how you do that though. Start moving shit to offseas accounts? How much capitol do you need to start kicking that off?
You can move to Somalia which has ZERO taxes!
I am in Somalia right NOW, i agree , no taxes!
A grown man can luxuriously live off $150 a month, if he wants basic comforts , only $100!
Gotta love the cheap life 😀
I’m in Ukraine and 100% agree.
The work never stops? It is the struggle which defines us. To cease to strive is to cease to be a man.
“hoodlum” – new pen name? I agree, and it’s almost a curse. Can you ever stop to just enjoy it?
The thing is, you get to a point where striving becomes such an ingrained part of who you are, that to try to stop to enjoy it is actually to stop enjoying it.
Like I said, it’s a curse.
You don’t doubt, and I don’t either – you will someday soon make your million dollars. Then what, though? Just on to the next million? I guess that is how billionaires are made.
In any case, I’m now not sure what the point of this post was. I think it was twofold.
1.) The lies young men are fed are bullshit.
2.) Men work harder, likely due to biology, but these days there is little point due to #1
3.) I will miss my car. On the bright side, great job opportunity is nearly within my grasp. I’ll text you about it sometime.
A curse perhaps, a blessing in other ways. I’m never happier than when I’m up against something which genuinely challenges me, against which I can exert the full force of my will. Conversely, I can’t even watch TV or sit inactive for more than 30 minutes any more without feeling that I’m wasting time I could better use in a productive fashion.
As to the lies being fed young men, yes it’s far from ideal, but you do what you can – by writing blogs like this for instance. For those that are capable of finding their way out, the information is just a mouse click away.
I understand the car. I was truly sad to see the back of my 3000GT.
Job opportunity sounds intriguing. Speak to you soon.
hey man, I know you posted this a couple years ago but – as someone with an actual degree in Biology – I can safely state that the concept of ‘men working harder than women’ being something to do with biology just isn’t the case. Yes, the body of a median averagely sized female is physically smaller than he body of a median averagely sized male but that has no consistent relation to brain function or one’s overall manner or eptitude of comprehension.
Also, in school, consistently, by overall averages female students work harder and achieve better results in comparison with their male counterparts’ averages.
It’s an unfortunate fact that overall males are more lazy in academia, and that, throughout their lives, females have to work harder for less. — now just because these instances don’t necessarily apply to you in your own scenario that does not make them invalid. There are billions of humans alive, there are billions of individual scenarios.
And just because I haven’t mentioned the facts that ‘males spend far more time in the workplace overall than women do’ that doesn’t mean I’m unaware of or ignoring it. There’s also more to that than the sentence’s phrasing.
Really, life isn’t as straightforward as
Capitalism would have you believe.
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To whoever reads this, don’t assume that I’m a Commumist simply because I criticised Capitalism specifically.
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Your own values are your own values, but we can’t allow ourselves to forget: we’re animals.
I hope someone finds value in this.
Unfortunately your degree is worth nothing around here.
I’m instantly reminded of the speech from Fight Club…
Tyler Durden: Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who’ve ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need. We’re the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War’s a spiritual war… our Great Depression is our lives. We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won’t. And we’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off.
Things are going to blow up someday.
Who knows when though.
There is no light at the end of the tunnel, it is a dead end, perhaps literally.
You were apparently told that as a man you belonged in that tunnel (somehow german cattle cars and Xlyklon B “showers” come to mind).
There is a character in the Matrix that goes over to the enemy because the red pill, although true, isn’t very nice. We don’t yet have a term for that.
You seem to want both. You acknowledge the unpleasant reality, yet want the “nice world”. 8 10 hour shifts in the last 9 days? Why? Can you not declare bankruptcy? Or just default? I enjoy my job so might work such hours, but if you don’t, why are you trying to be the fastest rat in the race?
The first thing to do is to exit the tunnel. Stop taking the purple – half red, half blue pill. Decide.
I’m too proud. What am I gonna do, drop out of the workforce and collect welfare?
Free yourself from the tyranny of women by cutting your dick off!
Trouble, werent you thinking of starting a business of sorts?
I’ve got my websites and books but that’s it for now. Eventually I would like to re-open my web design business and maybe start something else.
The meaning of life is happiness. Rational, long term happiness. You attain it by attaining your values. If you have it, keep doing what you are doing. If you don’t, change something.
The biggest problem is most people don’t know what they value. They value what other people tell them they should. While you are in this (very useful) introspective mode, ask yourself “What do I want?” Find a simple answer–stated like a six your old would say it. That’s your central value. All other values should support it. Of course, your most basic value is your life. Without that you have nothing else.
And read Ayn Rand.
When women withhold sex from me after being a nice guy all my life, I become angry and irrational.
“It’s just that, for a man… the work never stops.”
I would say this reflects the fact that you have reached unadulterated manhood. Civilization rose from a harsh, unforgiving environment and the men that built it could never afford to stop working. This virtue is easily buried and hard to recover in today’s world that offers comfort and convenience at every turn. Don’t be discouraged, take pride that you have reached a level of clarity few others ever will.
I really like this post, and completely understand your frustrations with the corporate world, however, there is one paragraph I have an issue with:
“Meanwhile, it makes me upset that any decent looking girl can have the fucking world, hardly have to work and it’s simply because she’s blessed with a pair of tits. Any decent looking, pleasant girl has the ability to wife up a beta provider to pay for all her shit with his good college degree, his good job, and all of his material possessions he can hardly afford”
I am female, the same age as you, and like you, worked hard and have a good degree, however I have not had it easy. After I came back from travelling I was unemployed for 7 months, then did a 3 month unpaid internship. I now have a paid internship, but half my wages go on tax and travelling to work and back. Moving out and owning a car are out of the question. Where I’m from living in an apartment alone is unheard of at this age, even my friends with well paid jobs are either sharing or still living with their parents.
I’d like to think I’m decent looking, however finding a partner is not easy as so is 70% of the rest of the female population. Also, with so much fast, no-investment sex around a lot of men don’t want relationships. And even if I did get married, costs of living are so high that not working would still not be an option.
I’m not writing this for sympathy, as I know I am lucky to be in a position where I can pursue a graduate career I find vaguely fulfilling. I just think you should count your blessings and not assume women have it easier. The corporate world can be soul-destroying sometimes, but you are actually in an enviable position compared to most people.
And yet, you prove my point further. You take my post, which is an issue about MEN, and immediately flip it into a “woe is me” story about being a female. NEWSFLASH: Every fucking girl does this, and I am sick of it.
You have a graduate degree. Nobody gives a fuck. Let me guess, it’s one of these *great* degrees? https://thisistrouble.com/2013/10/23/how-liberal-arts-hurts-our-economy/
Women do have it easier. I’ve yet to ever meet a woman who works as hard as a man, yet most women are completely able to spout bullshit about how they DO work just as hard, if not harder. It’s the typical rationalization in action that makes no logical sense on paper, yet somehow in their head it does. My experience shows women typically are often incapable of handling positions, so they are *promoted* to positions where they have to do less and are coddled
Frankly, the reason you can’t find someone to finance your life is because I can already tell you are an entitled, career-centric women. If you are decent looking, then you’re likely spending your time chasing men who don’t want commitment, but yet turn you on. You poor girls have it bad here, you want what you can’t have and don’t want what you can have.
Care less about your career and accomplishments, learn to cook like your grandmother, and quit chasing men you can’t have – and I bet you’ll find a nice computer programmer who makes $100k+ a year willing to settle down with you. And, the fact that you are in a city so expensive you can’t move out by yourself means there are plenty of men to go around. Two years ago, that would have been me.
But no, you’d never want that. Quit whining about what is easily obtainable right in front of you, but that you’re too stupid to get.
Excellent response.
Whoa… definitely an extreme response there!
My post was definitely not meant to be a “woe is me” story. Far from it, as I know I’m lucky to have a graduate job I enjoy most of the time and get paid for it. I was just making a point about how I worked hard to get there and have definitely not had it easy as a woman. To be honest, I think the main post could apply to either gender as men and women both go through the school-university-career path, I don’t think anyone “works harder”. Also, I didn’t personally do an arts degree, but I wouldn’t blame anyone who did and was struggling to find work, as we were told in school that it doesn’t matter what degree you do, and we should just pick a subject we enjoy.
I don’t particularly want someone to finance my life, I’d be more than happy to work and just date someone I like, and I’m sure most people feel the same. My point was that if my aim was to marry and give up work, it would not be as simple as you make out, and with the declining marriage rates and high divorce rates, replying on a man to provide for you would be unwise at best. As for “chasing after what I can’t have”, I’m not currently “chasing” anyone, but hasn’t everyone liked someone who doesn’t like them back at some point in their life? It’s just human nature.
I can cook perfectly well and wouldn’t describe myself as overly career-driven, but things cost money, and for money you need… a career. Hence why I give it some importance, just like everyone else does.
I don’t want an argument, my aim was just to provoke thought, as you can see from the fact that I didn’t attack you personally and said at the beginning I liked the gist of the post overall. Of course you are free to disagree, but I think your response was OTT.
You are a woman, on a site written by a man, taking a topic about men and spinning one small part into your personal soap opera. We call people like you drama queens and attention seekers.
Declining marriage rates and high divorce? And who do you think initiates all of those? Look what 30 seconds of Google turned up: http://divorcesupport.about.com/b/2012/06/24/why-most-divorces-are-initiated-by-women.htm
Frankly, it’s as perfectly viable plan for a woman to marry a dude who makes decent money, have a kid, and then dangle divorce rape and child support over his head for the rest of her life.
You can make the argument that it’s not easy to find a man, but don’t go spouting off high divorce rates as the reason you don’t do it, when it’s your own gender that has torched the institution of marriage to the ground.
Your comments have done little to provoke thought except to show that you clearly just like talking about yourself, as evidenced by the many paragraphs that you have written about your story while ignoring the true issues of this post.
Like I said, typical.
I have male commentators on my site, it’s no big deal. Like I said, I don’t think the topic is specific to men, plenty of women have office jobs. I said I could relate to most of the post, I just don’t agree that women have the world.
I personally don’t think that’s a viable plan. If I was married I would put the work in to keep the spark alive, not use threats, manipulation, and using a child as a bargaining chip. I would recommend women (and men!) work on making their own money and marry someone they actually love and respect.
There are many reasons behind divorce. Your article actually claims verbal abuse and emotional neglect are the main reasons women initiate divorce, however I wouldn’t use this as an argument as I am aware that not all men do this and we cannot pin the blame on one gender. I personally have never gone through a divorce and although some people are too quick to divorce their partner, this is beyond my control.
I wrote about 3 lines about my personal story, the rest was about young people in my area and the dating market generally. Sorry if you felt I was “attention seeking”, but I only included it because I felt it was relevant to the topic as it shows women do not have some kind of free pass through life: no-one really does.
You are a woman, on a site written by a man, taking a topic about men and spinning one small part into your personal soap opera.
Trouble, this is ridiculous. People comment on pieces of posts all the time, so why can’t she? And is it so hard to believe that women also have bills to pay and not every woman can or wants to get a guy to pay for her, even if she’s good-looking? Makes me wonder what kind of women you have met in your life. No, the world isn’t full of men cluelessly paying women’s bills. Haven’t you ever been at a workplace where both women and men work? Yes, women also have to work full-time. Your surroundings there in San Diego must be strange indeed if you haven’t seen this.
Hey,
Great post, I think every guy can relate to this. I definitely can. When I have moments of weakness I ask myself the same questions you did here.
The Western World of today really does aim to destroy masculine power, whilst simultaneously pushing and growing the feminine equivalent.
Doing things right rarely makes an indelible imprint on the world. Beyond that, almost everyone fades from consciousness over time, even great men. I would avoid the temptation to take a slash and burn approach to changing your life, as was suggested by some others here, but I would begin carving out the things in your life that don’t work for you anymore. I hated my office job, I resented my bills, and felt completely preyed upon by others. I worked harder and harder, and more other peoples problems and expectations needed my cash or my efforts. I was losing myself all in the name of making a mark on the world.
I’m 34 now. Almost 10 years ago I dumped my white collar job and got a trade. The guys I work with actually make things happen. It feels good to work with a crew of guys doing a job that makes a difference. We’ve built things that will be here long after I’ve died. It’s a union job, the work is hard but the pay is good. I don’t mind the labor, it keeps pussies away. Most days I enjoy it and it beats castrated office world I existed in before. You can tell someone to fuck themselves if necessary, and instead of worrying about being fired like I used to at the office job, they listen to me now, because they need me.
I hated paying rent, and couldn’t afford to own anything in the city, so I commute in a $650 Ford Taurus. I bought a 100 year old multi-family house in a working class area in the exburbs. I fixed it up and furnished it the way I wanted to, the place pays for itself. I thought my bachelor pad would make it hard to get with women, but once they visit for a night it’s hard to get them to leave. I have strictly refused to let a woman spend anything more than a weekend out here with me. They start picking my home, my routine and my life apart, and I just don’t want to hear it, so I give them the boot before it even starts.
I have a few indulgences that women hate. I spend holidays with my parents and brother. I go out for drinks with friends a couple of nights a week. I’ve got some cool guns and old motorcycles that I like tinkering with. 9 years ago I bought some land nearby, a few horses and a decent pickup truck. I always wanted to do that, so I did. You’d think women would be into the horses, but they don’t like any of the work that’s involved. It always ends up with them not wanting to out to the stable, because I won’t catch, brush or saddle up a horse for them. It may seem petty, but I just think if you aren’t willing to care for a horse you shouldn’t have the privilege of riding on their back. A lot of guys could learn something from that principle.
“It’s just that, for a man… the work never stops.”
This may be true, but it isn’t so bad if you choose your work and reap it’s rewards. Plus, if you make more than you need, you can kick back and relax when you feel like it. I’ve traveled overseas and take 2 week vacations and hunting trips when I feel like it. At least twice a year, sometimes more. It’s still a good life if you don’t let others define the parameters of your world or have pay someone else’s way.
Sometimes I get depressed or lonely, but I look at the terror that is the lives of almost EVERY MAN I KNOW and I realize that I am so much better off now than I was when I was trying to do it their way. I cannot imagine being constantly threatened with divorce, or having an argument about what I chose to do with my time or money that day. I won’t have children, because I am not capable of being rational or civil if someone were to mistreat them or use them as pawns.
A lot of times men and women try to convince me that my life is meaningless or empty because I don’t have a long term relationship or children, but it usually doesn’t feel that way. I don’t get upset anymore when I watch women negotiate with their sex or bully men into doing things for them. It makes me sad, because I know the animosity that creates leads to breakups and broken homes. I’m surprised they don’t see that. I know they feel it, a woman who resorts to those tactics usually ends up hating what her life becomes, but they usually take their frustration out on their partner. When I watch women demand more wealth from men and men beg for more sex from women, I just feel bad for them. To me, THOSE are the sad, hard, empty lives. Do what’s right for you. Life for most single men gets better day by day, year after year, for decades.
This is a fucking excellent comment. Thank you my man. You have earned yourself a feature.
Great post and great featured comment. Exactly what I haven’t read in a long time. I can actually relate to half of what you lived through so far, except the fact that I haven’t worked my ass in order to achieve something bigger, cause I already don’t see the point in a 3rd world country where I live. But being the nice guy and doing whatever the fuck my mother teach me to do, I’m not saying that I am raised in a wrong way, but it makes me sad that my father didn’t have bigger influence on my character. “We are a generation of men raised by women.” I strongly believe you’ve heard of that one before. And it’s true. But the way I see it now, things are starting to change. For better or for worse (only one side is changing, the other one is sinking deeper and deeper into their false beliefs)… And after all, we still gotta have hope for things to get better, ’cause “What is a man if he does not make the world better?”
This is terrible I suggest you punch your mother in the fucking face.
Yea, I thought about that but then I put my finger on my head and thought about it. I realized, I’d be more like you and less like me, which wouldn’t make me more “alpha wolf male”, and you should think about that for yourself too. Or if you think that being an alpha stands for fucking & punching bitches in the face exclusively, then you are good to go. I have no more words to say to you.
You should have pulled little girls hair off for not giving you sex. Next time you see a woman rejecting your glances, punch a bitch!
I think you are weak. http://www.lifehack.org/articles/communication/13-things-mentally-strong-people-dont.html
Your appearance is shit. Your opinion means nothing.
You nailed it on the head, Trouble.
FUCK being a man in America.
Go Galt.
Thank you (both for replying and for agreeing!)
I found this site on Return Of Kings. I felt this way in late 2014. I made my way back to Texas after living in South Korea. I went from working a job where I can pay my bills to working THREE jobs just to BARELY be able to pay off ADDITIONAL bills. Every time I listened to my parents, I was miserable.
I loved them but their advice made me feel like crap. I did everything “right” but still couldn’t make things work.
I see a lot of myself in this post. I liked it! Thanks for this boost!
That’s awesome to hear and I hope you are able to break free like I did.
Best of luck!
I was reading this also trying to find the point in life, and this turned into another man blaming all his problems on women? Seriously? Women deal with this too, do you not have any female friends?
Yes, theres many women who just leech off men. But men literally created this society. Shit, women have been fighting for the rights to even have a job, own their own house, have their own bank account, etc, because society made it so that only men could work. And yet even today, many men dont want women in the work force.
Hope you’ve found some sort of purpose in your life though.
You tell women to quit whining yet here you are. An entire blog about how “WAAAA im a nice guy and I keep dating shitty women so now i think ALL women are shitty!!”
Men and women both have problems. Deal with it lmao.
I swear. Im sick of men who say shit like “women have it soooo much easier” and complain about not being able to find a girlfriend, yet they talk about women like this . Have you ever considered that maybe your view on women is why women don’t want you?