To whom it may concern.
To a community that I am not really a part of.
For most of my life, I have been running around with a hatred for hot girls and successful men. I reckon that it is something a lot of men have to deal with.
I think I found the reason why and I'm free of it right now. Don't know how long it will last, so I want to use this chance to tell all of you that I love reading your success stories. Maybe for the first time since long.
I love seeing you guys rock the world. I love seeing happy men who live joyful lives. I love you who are strong enough to take from life what you want. I am glad that you exist because it makes me believe in goodness. I love those of you who are brave enough to stand behind your words and not be slaves to their emotions even when you hit rock bottom. I love you guys. Tell me I'm gay, I don't give a damn.
The regret over my missing success was never my own - it was always just some contrived wish to be perfect. Not for myself. I needed to be a man only to please women. I have written an article about that stupid hatred. To those whom it may interest:
http://manwithoutfather.com/2015/03/20/h...uche-bags/
I'm 25, have a virtually nonexistent sex-life and I don't care. The regret is not mine. The hate is not mine. It's as if I am waking up from a deep sleep to realize that I exist. And I'm fucking glad I exist. Red pill? You bet. The world is mine for the taking and whatever I cannot achieve, another man will. And that's great and the only consolation I need. Thank you to everybody out there who keeps the fire in himself burning and spreading the truth. Way to go.
Tom
To a community that I am not really a part of.
For most of my life, I have been running around with a hatred for hot girls and successful men. I reckon that it is something a lot of men have to deal with.
I think I found the reason why and I'm free of it right now. Don't know how long it will last, so I want to use this chance to tell all of you that I love reading your success stories. Maybe for the first time since long.
I love seeing you guys rock the world. I love seeing happy men who live joyful lives. I love you who are strong enough to take from life what you want. I am glad that you exist because it makes me believe in goodness. I love those of you who are brave enough to stand behind your words and not be slaves to their emotions even when you hit rock bottom. I love you guys. Tell me I'm gay, I don't give a damn.
The regret over my missing success was never my own - it was always just some contrived wish to be perfect. Not for myself. I needed to be a man only to please women. I have written an article about that stupid hatred. To those whom it may interest:
http://manwithoutfather.com/2015/03/20/h...uche-bags/
I'm 25, have a virtually nonexistent sex-life and I don't care. The regret is not mine. The hate is not mine. It's as if I am waking up from a deep sleep to realize that I exist. And I'm fucking glad I exist. Red pill? You bet. The world is mine for the taking and whatever I cannot achieve, another man will. And that's great and the only consolation I need. Thank you to everybody out there who keeps the fire in himself burning and spreading the truth. Way to go.
Tom