Lately, I find myself at a loss for words. I’ve exhausted every topic, every thought that has been on my mind, and nothing seems worth discussing anymore. After reflecting on the state of the world and my place in it, I’ve come to accept a harsh truth: I have no control over my situation. The reality is that the dating market, like many aspects of life, is increasingly beyond my reach.
The sexual revolution, radical feminism, and the rise of the internet have all fundamentally reshaped society, leaving many men like myself struggling to find a place. Women are predominantly attracted to a small percentageof men, those with wealth, power, and physical traits (water) that many of us simply lack. No amount of effort, no matter how dedicated, will change this fundamental reality. I’ve analyzed the data, engaged in endless discussions, and explored various scenarios, but it all feels futile. Nothing alters the fact that the vast majority of men will never have any prospects of a normal functioning relationship, a loyal wife and live happily ever after.
I’ve come to terms with this grim reality. There is nothing I can do to change it. No amount of intellectual debate or personal effort will shift the course of my life. I’ve mentally prepared myself for a future of solitude, living quietly, disconnected from relationships, and focused solely on distractions: my job and hobbies. The idea of having a family, leaving a legacy, or being remembered seems increasingly distant. I understand that I will likely die without passing on my bloodline, just another anonymous statistic.
At this point, I’ve accepted that there’s little value in continuing to discuss or resist a reality I cannot change. The topics I once cared about now seem insignificant. All that remains is to quietly wait and see what comes next, knowing full well that nothing is within my control.
The sexual revolution, radical feminism, and the rise of the internet have all fundamentally reshaped society, leaving many men like myself struggling to find a place. Women are predominantly attracted to a small percentageof men, those with wealth, power, and physical traits (water) that many of us simply lack. No amount of effort, no matter how dedicated, will change this fundamental reality. I’ve analyzed the data, engaged in endless discussions, and explored various scenarios, but it all feels futile. Nothing alters the fact that the vast majority of men will never have any prospects of a normal functioning relationship, a loyal wife and live happily ever after.
I’ve come to terms with this grim reality. There is nothing I can do to change it. No amount of intellectual debate or personal effort will shift the course of my life. I’ve mentally prepared myself for a future of solitude, living quietly, disconnected from relationships, and focused solely on distractions: my job and hobbies. The idea of having a family, leaving a legacy, or being remembered seems increasingly distant. I understand that I will likely die without passing on my bloodline, just another anonymous statistic.
At this point, I’ve accepted that there’s little value in continuing to discuss or resist a reality I cannot change. The topics I once cared about now seem insignificant. All that remains is to quietly wait and see what comes next, knowing full well that nothing is within my control.
