but I realized today, I never let it go down. I made the choice to take it, but hid from myself and from the world that I actually ingested it. I had just let it sit there.
Two things happened today.
1. I saw a guy in his early 30's with 3 kids and a pretty hot wife about the same age.
They had 3 kids, a newborn and two youngins.
The whole time, the wife was putting the little boy in his place, constantly nagging him, while taking care of the newborn. The husband just had the little girl in his lap and she was crying and complaining constantly.
I ended up greeting him and shaking his hand, and in that moment, all my senses converged to sent one thought skyrocketing into my consciousness: this is what a beta looks like when time is allowed to take its course.
Sure the wife was attractive, but she obviously had all the power in the relationship, and the husband was a compliant beta who provided tons of material wealth (name brand everything, etc).
But what really moved me was how miserable the whole experience was. I was forced to stand within a few feet of him for a solid hour and I have never been happier to be a single guy than the moment I was able to leave his presence. His happy, compliant, weak face just screamed Beta.
2. My current girlfriend, who is flying over to see me tomorrow, called me tonight to tell me she got her first tatttoo.
At first I was excited for her.
Then, after she sent me a picture, it hit me. I was not excited. It was trashy as fuck. Any thoughts I might have entertained about this girl raising my children went out the window in a second. I realized that I have nothing against tattoos, I just find them incredibly masculine. In a hookup, the number of tattoos usually indicate pretty well how easy a girl will be to get in bed. In a long term girlfriend, who I'm introducing to my parents tomorrow, it's a huge fucking turnoff.
Now the funny thing is, this girl has the nicest personality. As in a random stranger on the street would never be able to actually guess her cock count and the type of guys she goes for, how dirty and nasty and rough she likes in bed. Her S&M fetish, the fact that she begs me to give me BJ's, and genuinely likes them more than me.
.... so anyways, it all hit me at once. I just let go, and I'm like... why the fuck am I stressing about this tattoo. I've got a bad ass bitch who is paying for her own flight to come see me, suck my dick, and fuck me on demand. She can cook like a motherfucker, I'm living the dream, and here I am finding things to complain about.
She is what she is, a hypergamous bitch, who gets what she wants. She told me after we fucked the first time that she wanted me because nobody ever sexually intimidated her like me before. She guessed I had at a minimum of 70 notch counts, when in fact the number is well under 10. What she wants is my exclusive cock.
What I realized today, is that she would be perfectly fine being my number 1 girl in a rotation. I've never had the mindset to have a rotation before, and I've held true to my conservative values I was raised with, fucked 1 girl at a time, hoping to meet a real lady one day who I would want to settle down with and have raise my children.
This girl was the closest I ever seen to that goal. And day after day I realize how far she is. And it kept bringing me down. But.... TODAY I finally swallowed the red pill, some real ZEN shit, and just stopped giving a fuck. Stopped trying to see her as something she wasn't, and just learned to appreciate what I have.
I have a bitch who is the best of both worlds. She has an oozing feminine aura outside of the bedroom, and is a sex slave to the extreme in the bedroom. Time to celebrate, and start looking for my next conquest.
Hello fellas, the red pill washed over me in a way I've never felt before. Is it a happy feeling? Not particularly. It's kind of sad. But it is in fact, incredibly peaceful.
It's like I was rejecting reality, twisting it, trying to make it something that I wanted. Now I'm in the zone, I not only see it for what it is, but I accept it for what it is.
For those who have read Atlas Shrugged, its like I thought A was a, when in fact A is A. It's subtle. But it means the world.
Fuck marriage. Can't wait to get my first harem started.
Two things happened today.
1. I saw a guy in his early 30's with 3 kids and a pretty hot wife about the same age.
They had 3 kids, a newborn and two youngins.
The whole time, the wife was putting the little boy in his place, constantly nagging him, while taking care of the newborn. The husband just had the little girl in his lap and she was crying and complaining constantly.
I ended up greeting him and shaking his hand, and in that moment, all my senses converged to sent one thought skyrocketing into my consciousness: this is what a beta looks like when time is allowed to take its course.
Sure the wife was attractive, but she obviously had all the power in the relationship, and the husband was a compliant beta who provided tons of material wealth (name brand everything, etc).
But what really moved me was how miserable the whole experience was. I was forced to stand within a few feet of him for a solid hour and I have never been happier to be a single guy than the moment I was able to leave his presence. His happy, compliant, weak face just screamed Beta.
2. My current girlfriend, who is flying over to see me tomorrow, called me tonight to tell me she got her first tatttoo.
At first I was excited for her.
Then, after she sent me a picture, it hit me. I was not excited. It was trashy as fuck. Any thoughts I might have entertained about this girl raising my children went out the window in a second. I realized that I have nothing against tattoos, I just find them incredibly masculine. In a hookup, the number of tattoos usually indicate pretty well how easy a girl will be to get in bed. In a long term girlfriend, who I'm introducing to my parents tomorrow, it's a huge fucking turnoff.
Now the funny thing is, this girl has the nicest personality. As in a random stranger on the street would never be able to actually guess her cock count and the type of guys she goes for, how dirty and nasty and rough she likes in bed. Her S&M fetish, the fact that she begs me to give me BJ's, and genuinely likes them more than me.
.... so anyways, it all hit me at once. I just let go, and I'm like... why the fuck am I stressing about this tattoo. I've got a bad ass bitch who is paying for her own flight to come see me, suck my dick, and fuck me on demand. She can cook like a motherfucker, I'm living the dream, and here I am finding things to complain about.
She is what she is, a hypergamous bitch, who gets what she wants. She told me after we fucked the first time that she wanted me because nobody ever sexually intimidated her like me before. She guessed I had at a minimum of 70 notch counts, when in fact the number is well under 10. What she wants is my exclusive cock.
What I realized today, is that she would be perfectly fine being my number 1 girl in a rotation. I've never had the mindset to have a rotation before, and I've held true to my conservative values I was raised with, fucked 1 girl at a time, hoping to meet a real lady one day who I would want to settle down with and have raise my children.
This girl was the closest I ever seen to that goal. And day after day I realize how far she is. And it kept bringing me down. But.... TODAY I finally swallowed the red pill, some real ZEN shit, and just stopped giving a fuck. Stopped trying to see her as something she wasn't, and just learned to appreciate what I have.
I have a bitch who is the best of both worlds. She has an oozing feminine aura outside of the bedroom, and is a sex slave to the extreme in the bedroom. Time to celebrate, and start looking for my next conquest.
Hello fellas, the red pill washed over me in a way I've never felt before. Is it a happy feeling? Not particularly. It's kind of sad. But it is in fact, incredibly peaceful.
It's like I was rejecting reality, twisting it, trying to make it something that I wanted. Now I'm in the zone, I not only see it for what it is, but I accept it for what it is.
For those who have read Atlas Shrugged, its like I thought A was a, when in fact A is A. It's subtle. But it means the world.
Fuck marriage. Can't wait to get my first harem started.