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01-01-2018, 05:56 PM
Fuck me. What a thread. Just when you think you've seen and heard it all at RVF. Spent the last 3 hours reading it in tandem with Roosh's live broadcast (albeit very quiet in the background).
Where to start?
Demons, Lone Wolves, Narcissists, Sigmas, Betas, Alphas, Omegas, Gammas...
Just about every post in this thread is worthy enough for me to write a whole essay on (don't worry, I don't hate you that much). I fucking love you guys.
I say that as a Beta, sometimes situational Alpha, Gamma of yore, aspiring Sigma.
OP, I think this thread has definitely gone in the direction you were hoping for.
But don't listen to me. I got fuck all to offer really. I don't know what or who I am.
You decide, shitlords.
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
I may be on shaky ground here. So many angles, so many reports, so many retorts. Hey, I'm INFJ, so don't call me a faggot fellow RVF'er. Adolf Hitler was an INFJ too, if you believe all that stuff. I'm 50/50.
This thread has literally blown my mind. And that's at a time when my mind is already in fragments. The irony of it all coming full circle too is not beyond me. I'm not going to do this thread justice, but I'll give it a go. Back to the shaky ground...
AB, I'm sorry to hear about your mum. I'm envious in a way that you got to spend that time with her. I won't say you were 'lucky' or some other dumb shit like that, but I think you know what I'm striving at.
Your account of Christmas day was a hoot. And again, I won't say I am envious of you, because I got to spend the last Christmas day with my brother. He's a lone wolf.
We didn't speak. Maybe 5 words, I forget now. Sometimes, an animal just wants to take itself off to a quiet place to die. On his deathbed, he didn't want assholes like me to trouble him. There's a Robert Heinlein quite about every animal meeting its end, and how some choose to do that in solitude.
That's it. Don't feel bad for me bro' it's not an appeal to pity. But you know that.
As for the grand adventures of the gamma step-dad, well, what can anyone say. You nailed it. Now it's just about picking up the pieces.
My gamma step-dad's little outburst (that I documented in the gamma thread) has had a massive impact on our family. Torn it apart, in fact. It was ok for my dying brother to attack him with a knife, but when it came to me not feeling comfortable anymore to accept a lift off him, well that was just not 'all pulling together in a difficult time'. My bro is dying, but he is the most narcissistic, golden-child cunt you could ever wish for. I take your gamma step-dad and raise you my beloved narc brother.
I also lost my mother last year as well. It's taken me half a century to figure it all out. Hell of a time to finally get the old penny dropping and the old noggin' jogging, but there ya go - what ever activates your almonds, I guess.
The father stuff? That too. Fuck me, what a bunch of absolute cunts my family are. No wonder I'm a fucking train-wreck. Having said that, on the way back from the shops today on my daily beer-run, I gave a wry smile and had a quick word with myself: How the fuck did you turn out to be so good natured, so magnanimous in your outlook, so giving, so fucking loving, so fucking understanding of other people's problems, to be able to eat so much shit, just so others can get by? I'm not a martyr, fuck people in general, but friends, family? I'm a fucking saint. Please excuse my blasphemy, it isn't meant as such.
There is a direct correlation between what you are calling 'gamma' and what is recognised as being malignant narcissism. Religious people talk of demons and the Jezebel spirit, and I'm ok with that too. It all helps to describe, to identify, to eyeball those that would hurt us.
Only love can break your heart.
No one can break or hurt you like a family member. A father can fuck you up, but a mother can destroy you. A truly broken brother can indeed break your heart. I am truly heart-broken.
Again, this is not an appeal to pity. I hope you can see that.
My gamma step-father is now on his last legs. He won't last much longer. My brother will probably die in the next weeks/months, then he will follow. My mother won't be long after that. Especially as she will have no one to look after her when her narc son and husband die. She doesn't realise this yet. She will only find out when they are gone. I want it that way. It keeps her strong to look after my brother, and it will add to the shock when she realises a lifetime of destroying her children's lives will have some payback.
Me? I'm fucked.
I'm going to go out in a blaze of glory. More likely a slow-candle burn beer death. No self-pity though. Fuck that. I'll just reach a point where I won't be able to function anymore, then it will be time. I don't care.
It was interesting what you said about your father as well AB. Lots of parallels here. Mine was/is Alpha as fuck as well. But few men liked him. Most just feared him. With the rest just not caring or having open contempt. I always enjoyed seeing him come in to contact with other true hard/dangerous bastards, and how he would acquiesce to them, just like two tom-cats of the same size thinking the better of it and living to fight another day.
I'm no Alpha. Happy to be a Beta. Maybe I'm a Sigma? Not for me to say. Don't know myself well enough. Not well developed enough to know. Let the others decide. I don't mind stealing the drinks of the local Hell's Angels though. I just make sure they are too pissed enough to realise before I do it. Is that 'beta' of me?
Sounds like you had a cracking Christmas AB. You got some real characters in your life, among your friends, among your family. And most important of all, you seem to have your health, you seem to have a good grip of your mind and an extended theory of mind. I'd say you are winning.
You can choose your friends, but you can't choose your family. Which is probably why we are so choosy when it comes to picking our friends sometimes. That's ok.
Think of this as a public apology to my earlier outburst in the year when I got temp-banned. As a Sigma, I'm sure you don't give a fuck, really. But as a Sigma, I'm sure the thought is at least appreciated.
"I'm sorry for being a dumb cunt".
There, said it.
I wanted to reply to what a lot of other people wrote in this thread as well, but I suppose I singled you out AB, not least because of your frankness and candidness of talking about your family, past and present.
Whatever life throws at you, I pray it won't be of the 'too much to deal with' variety. And that goes for the rest of you shit-lords too.
Happy New Year, Mother-Fuckers!
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
Betas to the left of me, Alphas to the right...
And here I am, stuck in the middle with you...