There I am — joining this place not out of curiosity, not for community, but out of spite. Raw, unfiltered spite. The kind that grows in a man who’s had enough. Who’s watched the charade long enough. Who’s done pretending this is all just some phase or misunderstanding.
I am tired.
Tired of the narcissism.
Tired of the arrogance.
Tired of the rehearsed victimhood and industrial-scale manipulation.
Tired of watching women weaponize their gender like a loaded gun and then cry when it backfires.
I’m tired of their mouths — not because they speak, but because everything they say is dipped in either venom or delusion. I’m tired of the forced “empowered queen” act that falls apart the second the Wi-Fi cuts out or the power goes out and suddenly there’s no man around to fix it. I’m tired of their smug pride, their paper-thin superiority complex, and their endless obsession with humiliating men just to feel something.
I’m tired of watching men get mocked for showing interest.
Mocked for not showing interest.
Mocked for being emotional.
Mocked for being stoic.
Mocked for breathing too loudly in their presence.
Tired of seeing men treated as punchlines, placeholders, walking wallets, or therapy sessions.
Tired of the dating games — the psychotic little social experiments dressed up as “standards.” Walking out mid-date to test his “masculine energy”? Flirting with one guy just to make another jealous? Telling him, “I want your friend, not you” — as if a man’s heart is a vending machine, and you can kick it until what you want drops.
They say men need to “know what women want,” but they never say it. They play games, speak in riddles, and expect psychic telepathy — and when men don’t guess right, they’re “trash.” “Insecure.” “Not a real man.”
Enough.
You’ve been raised on a diet of lies — told you were goddesses, that your feelings are sacred, that men should compete like circus animals for the privilege of carrying your baggage and babysitting your emotional damage. You were told you could do no wrong. That every man you rejected was a creep. That every man who walked away was a coward.
You were never taught that maybe — just maybe — you’re the problem.
And now? You’re rotten. Not just as individuals — but as a generation.
Rotten with ego.
Rotten with pride.
Rotten with the kind of arrogance that can only exist when there are no consequences.
But consequences are coming.
Men are waking up.
We’ve stopped chasing.
We’ve stopped playing along.
We’ve stopped apologizing for being men.
We’ve stopped trying to earn the approval of people who offer nothing but contempt in return.
We see through it now. The mask is off. The words “queen,” “goddess,” “boss bitch” — they mean nothing. They’re just cheap branding for emotionally broken people selling dysfunction as confidence.
You want to know the scariest part?
We’re not angry anymore. We’re indifferent.
And that’s when it all starts to crumble.
Because women have been feeding off male attention, validation, and effort for decades like it’s oxygen. They don’t know how to function without it. They don’t know how to earn loyalty, affection, or sacrifice. They only know how to demand it. But that well is drying up.
You laughed when men cried.
You mocked their pain.
You celebrated when they lost in divorce court, when they got falsely accused, when they ended their own lives.
But you’re not laughing anymore, are you?
Because now, the silence is deafening. No more simps. No more chasers. No more men trying to prove their worth to people who have none. The streets are full of women screaming “Where did all the good men go?” — and the good men are nowhere to be found.
They're done.
And so am I.
Let it all burn. Let the castles of delusion crash into the sea of irrelevance. Let them cry into their wine glasses about how they "deserve better."
Look anywhere online. Ask 100 guys on the street how they feel about women. 80% or more won't be positive. It's because we are waking up. We are collectively tired of your shit, your games, your narcissism, your disrespect.
The only reason why you even speak at all as women is because we let you. We are stronger. We have the final say. And our patience is running thin.
I am tired.
Tired of the narcissism.
Tired of the arrogance.
Tired of the rehearsed victimhood and industrial-scale manipulation.
Tired of watching women weaponize their gender like a loaded gun and then cry when it backfires.
I’m tired of their mouths — not because they speak, but because everything they say is dipped in either venom or delusion. I’m tired of the forced “empowered queen” act that falls apart the second the Wi-Fi cuts out or the power goes out and suddenly there’s no man around to fix it. I’m tired of their smug pride, their paper-thin superiority complex, and their endless obsession with humiliating men just to feel something.
I’m tired of watching men get mocked for showing interest.
Mocked for not showing interest.
Mocked for being emotional.
Mocked for being stoic.
Mocked for breathing too loudly in their presence.
Tired of seeing men treated as punchlines, placeholders, walking wallets, or therapy sessions.
Tired of the dating games — the psychotic little social experiments dressed up as “standards.” Walking out mid-date to test his “masculine energy”? Flirting with one guy just to make another jealous? Telling him, “I want your friend, not you” — as if a man’s heart is a vending machine, and you can kick it until what you want drops.
They say men need to “know what women want,” but they never say it. They play games, speak in riddles, and expect psychic telepathy — and when men don’t guess right, they’re “trash.” “Insecure.” “Not a real man.”
Enough.
You’ve been raised on a diet of lies — told you were goddesses, that your feelings are sacred, that men should compete like circus animals for the privilege of carrying your baggage and babysitting your emotional damage. You were told you could do no wrong. That every man you rejected was a creep. That every man who walked away was a coward.
You were never taught that maybe — just maybe — you’re the problem.
And now? You’re rotten. Not just as individuals — but as a generation.
Rotten with ego.
Rotten with pride.
Rotten with the kind of arrogance that can only exist when there are no consequences.
But consequences are coming.
Men are waking up.
We’ve stopped chasing.
We’ve stopped playing along.
We’ve stopped apologizing for being men.
We’ve stopped trying to earn the approval of people who offer nothing but contempt in return.
We see through it now. The mask is off. The words “queen,” “goddess,” “boss bitch” — they mean nothing. They’re just cheap branding for emotionally broken people selling dysfunction as confidence.
You want to know the scariest part?
We’re not angry anymore. We’re indifferent.
And that’s when it all starts to crumble.
Because women have been feeding off male attention, validation, and effort for decades like it’s oxygen. They don’t know how to function without it. They don’t know how to earn loyalty, affection, or sacrifice. They only know how to demand it. But that well is drying up.
You laughed when men cried.
You mocked their pain.
You celebrated when they lost in divorce court, when they got falsely accused, when they ended their own lives.
But you’re not laughing anymore, are you?
Because now, the silence is deafening. No more simps. No more chasers. No more men trying to prove their worth to people who have none. The streets are full of women screaming “Where did all the good men go?” — and the good men are nowhere to be found.
They're done.
And so am I.
Let it all burn. Let the castles of delusion crash into the sea of irrelevance. Let them cry into their wine glasses about how they "deserve better."
Look anywhere online. Ask 100 guys on the street how they feel about women. 80% or more won't be positive. It's because we are waking up. We are collectively tired of your shit, your games, your narcissism, your disrespect.
The only reason why you even speak at all as women is because we let you. We are stronger. We have the final say. And our patience is running thin.
