Quote:Quote:--Karl Marx
Religion is the opiate of the masses.
I have my own saying: Pussy is the opiate of the betas.
Everyone basically understands what Marx meant. In a harsh slave-like capitalist system where people are worked to death, religion was a way to alleviate and soothe away the hardships and cold reality of the meaninglessness of people's lives in hopes of a better future, or afterlife. During America's Industrial Revolution, it was normal for people to work 12 hour shifts everday six days a week totalling 72 hours total per week with only Sunday off.
Back in my most beta days, whenever something or a problem came up, I grin and beared it. Whenever a research paper needed to be typed, I enthusiastically spent hours perfecting it. I stayed up all night. Went the extra mile. Did all extra credit opportunities. I did all these things, yes, because I enjoyed them and prided myself on being a bookworm, but on an even deeper subconscious level, I did them because I thought they would get me pussy.
The price of all my success came at the cost of my social skills and being pretty much clueless as to how the world works.
Sure, I don't do these things out of pussy anymore; I do them for myself and for self-improvement. I don't regret taking the red pill, but I can't help feeling that I've lost something. I've never had this problem before. I'm not depressed, but I feel like I've lost the drive to do most the things I did before. I was always motivated, inspired, and excited, and, no matter how boring, complex, difficult, or life-sucking the subject was, I somehow always managed to end up liking the course. I even almost got a perfect score on the standardized American Chemical Society (ACS) national exam. The reason was because I thought that these things were directly related to pussy.
Pussy motivates men to do great things. Knowing that doing X will not directly yield pussy has made me lose my motivation.
After hours of mind-numbing study sessions, I would reward myself with my favorite anime shows (hence the avatar). It was like a drug that let me escape the pain at having sacrificed so much. Incentives drive behavior. I was like a donkey, and anime was like the carrot on the stick in front of me. I guess part of what attracted me to anime was the idealized version I still had in my head about women. They were soft, feminine, gentle, kind-hearted, and nurturing (even then I noticed that few American girls were like this). I kept saying to myself, "one day years from now after all your hard work, a woman out there in the world will find you and she'll love you for who you are despite your irks and you'll live happily ever after in marital bliss."
How do you guys go about finding the motivation to go through the drudgery of everyday life? I don't speak for all men, but I'm sure that plenty of men go through their day with the thought of pussy as the end result. Did any of you guys have this fallout when you took the red pill?
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