You don't have to think more than few seconds for everything, your life is pretty easy. Women are easy, you can pick up a conversation with them anywhere and anytime and then build on it. You don't have to tell yourself ''but that doesn't happen in real life'' to romance in movies and literature, for your actual experiences don't deviate much from the creator's imaginations. You cheat, only for your gf to come back crying after a few hours of 'breakup' because she 'loves you too much'. Your gf's friends keep sending signals and you 'suffer' their attention. At times you wonder what this love is but then since it benefits, you go with the narrative. You can never understand what other men say about women and thus say things like ''you just have to be out there and be confidence, bro'' to them. You, Chad. You don't know you are one, you don't call yourself one.
The idealized theories of how the male-female dynamics function are written with only Chad in mind. Thus for the subhuman who believed in the fairness of his world to get what he want and what he has to do for that, it is disappointment, shame, pain and suffering right from the go. A slow decline of your general happiness as you realize the equations aren't true for you. You end up thinking 'deep thoughts' which, even if it is perfectly logical, isn't appropriate for your age when you should be living your life (=pleasing your hormonal urges). All the women you see naked are from the internet and thus a guilt, a low self worth. Not a day in your life is like in the movies. Eventually you give up on the general narrative, you stop 'putting yourself out there' waiting for miracles to happen, for none happened. The idea of having a woman for yourself, to feel each other's companionship and such intimate thoughts serve as the lifefuel. Quite like a BPD girl who swings between 'blow hot, blow cold', there's this delusion and reality in phases. Someday you believe you have a chance and try to simp the maximum, trying to woo the woman through her inbox maxxing your brain cycles for that perfect one liner, which will be left on read for hours or days or with a single 'laugh' smiley. And then the blackpill phase. As years pass by, you have arrived thoroughly at the black pill, even if you don't embrace it consciously. If you are caught in IT or such coping places, the coping you end up belittling, mocking the real you (denial) or in places like MGTOW, you assume you are the one rejecting women (=bargain).
Because to give up and embrace the nihility of it all, that it's over is very painful. You don't know what to do from then. All the emotional investments made, the dreams you have built for yourself through the years and a refusal from within to accept that it all has come crashed. The sunk cost fallacy: to do more to make-believe that your past was all right. You function better with such sugar coated lies (''there's a girl for me, I haven't found her yet'') than the razor sharp black pill realities. For thousands of years men have derived validity to their manliness by their ability to hunt/score/retain pussy and that behavior is ingrained into you, no matter what the high intellectual dissertations about the nature of women. Life, is in feeling, witnessing the nature programmed highs, not in such theories. Wisdom is for the senile years, to introspect your life and conclude that it's all a needless drama, but having lived through the drama very well. To live like your 60s when you are in your teens and 20s, that's the actual 'I got no life'.
The idealized theories of how the male-female dynamics function are written with only Chad in mind. Thus for the subhuman who believed in the fairness of his world to get what he want and what he has to do for that, it is disappointment, shame, pain and suffering right from the go. A slow decline of your general happiness as you realize the equations aren't true for you. You end up thinking 'deep thoughts' which, even if it is perfectly logical, isn't appropriate for your age when you should be living your life (=pleasing your hormonal urges). All the women you see naked are from the internet and thus a guilt, a low self worth. Not a day in your life is like in the movies. Eventually you give up on the general narrative, you stop 'putting yourself out there' waiting for miracles to happen, for none happened. The idea of having a woman for yourself, to feel each other's companionship and such intimate thoughts serve as the lifefuel. Quite like a BPD girl who swings between 'blow hot, blow cold', there's this delusion and reality in phases. Someday you believe you have a chance and try to simp the maximum, trying to woo the woman through her inbox maxxing your brain cycles for that perfect one liner, which will be left on read for hours or days or with a single 'laugh' smiley. And then the blackpill phase. As years pass by, you have arrived thoroughly at the black pill, even if you don't embrace it consciously. If you are caught in IT or such coping places, the coping you end up belittling, mocking the real you (denial) or in places like MGTOW, you assume you are the one rejecting women (=bargain).
Because to give up and embrace the nihility of it all, that it's over is very painful. You don't know what to do from then. All the emotional investments made, the dreams you have built for yourself through the years and a refusal from within to accept that it all has come crashed. The sunk cost fallacy: to do more to make-believe that your past was all right. You function better with such sugar coated lies (''there's a girl for me, I haven't found her yet'') than the razor sharp black pill realities. For thousands of years men have derived validity to their manliness by their ability to hunt/score/retain pussy and that behavior is ingrained into you, no matter what the high intellectual dissertations about the nature of women. Life, is in feeling, witnessing the nature programmed highs, not in such theories. Wisdom is for the senile years, to introspect your life and conclude that it's all a needless drama, but having lived through the drama very well. To live like your 60s when you are in your teens and 20s, that's the actual 'I got no life'.
