If I were a high-SMV (sexual market value) "prettyboy Chad," athletic and blessed with romantic options, all while being aware of the "blackpill" and female nature, I wouldn’t commit to anyone. Instead, I’d mirror their narcissistic, self-serving behavior. I’d dump them after every hookup, impregnate them, and flee to another country after reaching a certain number of conquests in my current location. That’s what they deserve, face the consequences of your stupid decisions, bitch..
Forget about me being the "lovely simp Chad husband" that women fantasize about in Hollywood movies, discuss on their God forsaken slut forums, or write about on Wattpad. If I were genetically blessed and a "Chad," I’d be the opposite: a cold-hearted, calculating prettyboy who adapted to the harsh realities of the modern dating market. I’d do everything to avoid becoming a victim of female hypergamy, never commit and never become too emotionally invested.
I’d see every woman I encounter on the street as nothing more than a piece of meat, because that’s what they are. Deep down, that’s how they want to be seen, even if they claim otherwise and complain about men objectifying them. They’d still choose the narcissistic player who treats them like an object over the respectful, well-mannered man who sees them as a human being with a soul and heart.
We’ve all been lied to. As a young boy, you’re conditioned to worship women, bow down to them, and indoctrinated in NPC factories such as school and college, to turn you into a compliant servant to this gynocentric system. To keep you docile, you’re fed lies: that women are capable of love, that they’re loyal, innocent, and pure. But as you grow older and approach adulthood, you quickly realize the truth. Women are superficial creatures, incapable of genuine love. They only pretend to "love" a man not because they’re truly attracted to him, but because they want to extract everything they can from him: his seed, resources, money, energy, and even his future.
It infuriates me to see women in the comments of love songs, gushing about their crushes and dreaming of growing old together. Yet, as soon as someone even slightly better comes along, the previous man is forgotten in an instant. Why? Because women are hardwired this way. They’re disloyal by nature, always seeking to "monkey branch" to a bigger, better deal. They’re primal, driven by emotion and instinct rather than rationality. In many ways, they’re not truly human. They’re more like animals, acting on survival mechanisms. If God exists, I can’t begin to understand why He made women this way. To mock us? To torment us? To make our lives miserable?
Sometimes, I genuinely find myself questioning whether this is all a bad dream. It truly feels that way. Are we even the same species as them? We act differently, think differently, and are fundamentally opposite to women in almost every way. It’s as if they are demons in human form, the very embodiment of evil. I am on a journey to understand this enigmatic creature called the "female."
This quest may very well transcend the physical realm, leading me into the depths of spirituality, demonology, and the teachings of various religions. But who are these women, truly? All I know is that they are not what we have been led to believe.
Where do they originate? What spirit resides within them? And what is their ultimate purpose? These are the questions that haunt me, driving me to seek answers beyond the surface of what we’ve been taught.
Forget about me being the "lovely simp Chad husband" that women fantasize about in Hollywood movies, discuss on their God forsaken slut forums, or write about on Wattpad. If I were genetically blessed and a "Chad," I’d be the opposite: a cold-hearted, calculating prettyboy who adapted to the harsh realities of the modern dating market. I’d do everything to avoid becoming a victim of female hypergamy, never commit and never become too emotionally invested.
I’d see every woman I encounter on the street as nothing more than a piece of meat, because that’s what they are. Deep down, that’s how they want to be seen, even if they claim otherwise and complain about men objectifying them. They’d still choose the narcissistic player who treats them like an object over the respectful, well-mannered man who sees them as a human being with a soul and heart.
We’ve all been lied to. As a young boy, you’re conditioned to worship women, bow down to them, and indoctrinated in NPC factories such as school and college, to turn you into a compliant servant to this gynocentric system. To keep you docile, you’re fed lies: that women are capable of love, that they’re loyal, innocent, and pure. But as you grow older and approach adulthood, you quickly realize the truth. Women are superficial creatures, incapable of genuine love. They only pretend to "love" a man not because they’re truly attracted to him, but because they want to extract everything they can from him: his seed, resources, money, energy, and even his future.
It infuriates me to see women in the comments of love songs, gushing about their crushes and dreaming of growing old together. Yet, as soon as someone even slightly better comes along, the previous man is forgotten in an instant. Why? Because women are hardwired this way. They’re disloyal by nature, always seeking to "monkey branch" to a bigger, better deal. They’re primal, driven by emotion and instinct rather than rationality. In many ways, they’re not truly human. They’re more like animals, acting on survival mechanisms. If God exists, I can’t begin to understand why He made women this way. To mock us? To torment us? To make our lives miserable?
Sometimes, I genuinely find myself questioning whether this is all a bad dream. It truly feels that way. Are we even the same species as them? We act differently, think differently, and are fundamentally opposite to women in almost every way. It’s as if they are demons in human form, the very embodiment of evil. I am on a journey to understand this enigmatic creature called the "female."
This quest may very well transcend the physical realm, leading me into the depths of spirituality, demonology, and the teachings of various religions. But who are these women, truly? All I know is that they are not what we have been led to believe.
Where do they originate? What spirit resides within them? And what is their ultimate purpose? These are the questions that haunt me, driving me to seek answers beyond the surface of what we’ve been taught.
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