Most of us here have up those same walls. It doesn't have anything to do with a pill.
Most men have been hurt so badly by someone they love, the spend a good portion of their lives refusing to commit so it doesn't happen again. The other portion of men simply know that in 5 years, that super model will look like just another woman and they will eventually become bored with them and fantasize about other women they saw at the bus station or subway.
Then, there are some men who can actually settle down with one woman and spend their whole life being happy and grateful -- like most of great-grandparents. I wouldn't call them blue-pill. Even the bible says, "he that increaseth in knowledge, increaseth in sorrow." In a way they're lucky, they lived their whole life loving one woman and for them, that was enough. This road is going to eventually become dark and lonely. Opening sets, and creating rapport will revert to starring at outside a coffee shop window watching the snow fall and all families walk by, and then the words of Steinbeck will come to mind, "“And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can just be good.” So we'll settle down and start a family, try to do what's right, and maybe coach a little league team.
And then, the others, who can't walk that path or refuse to, will get shot in some dark alley chasing pussy in South America, and maybe, just maybe, someone will lower us in the ground with the guitar solo of "November Rain" blaring in the wind... Fuck it.
Most men have been hurt so badly by someone they love, the spend a good portion of their lives refusing to commit so it doesn't happen again. The other portion of men simply know that in 5 years, that super model will look like just another woman and they will eventually become bored with them and fantasize about other women they saw at the bus station or subway.
Then, there are some men who can actually settle down with one woman and spend their whole life being happy and grateful -- like most of great-grandparents. I wouldn't call them blue-pill. Even the bible says, "he that increaseth in knowledge, increaseth in sorrow." In a way they're lucky, they lived their whole life loving one woman and for them, that was enough. This road is going to eventually become dark and lonely. Opening sets, and creating rapport will revert to starring at outside a coffee shop window watching the snow fall and all families walk by, and then the words of Steinbeck will come to mind, "“And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can just be good.” So we'll settle down and start a family, try to do what's right, and maybe coach a little league team.
And then, the others, who can't walk that path or refuse to, will get shot in some dark alley chasing pussy in South America, and maybe, just maybe, someone will lower us in the ground with the guitar solo of "November Rain" blaring in the wind... Fuck it.