Now let me clarify. No, I am not saying women are as valuable as a mansion, just give me a few minutes to explain.
So, think of any luxury item you can possibly think of, in this case a mansion, sure does look nice, a lot of rooms, a bunch of cool features, probably in a nice neighborhood, but you know what the bad thing is, 99% of people will NEVER get one. Just like me. And you know what I think of when I see a mansion? “Wow, that’s cool, wish I could own one” and go about my day, and I’ll think about it maybe once every few months, at most 4-5 times a year. I don’t let it consume me.
Now, at this point in my life, I’ve been caring less about a lot of stuff, sometimes I’ll have my moments, but they get less furious and less furious everytime. At this point, I think of women the same way I think of a mansion. “Hey, thats a woman, wish I could have one to fuck!” And walk about my day, because I know that it’ll never happen. Not only am I giving up my efforts of anything in life to help me “ascend financially” to get women, I’m giving my care to the ether. I’m over it. True it’s unfair Chad gets his pick of the litter and I don’t, but what the fuck am I supposed to do to change it? Nothing. That’s what I can do, and I’m indifferent to that fact now. This def won’t be my last post about women in general, but you definitely won’t see me worried about this sex or “the dating market” anymore.
So, think of any luxury item you can possibly think of, in this case a mansion, sure does look nice, a lot of rooms, a bunch of cool features, probably in a nice neighborhood, but you know what the bad thing is, 99% of people will NEVER get one. Just like me. And you know what I think of when I see a mansion? “Wow, that’s cool, wish I could own one” and go about my day, and I’ll think about it maybe once every few months, at most 4-5 times a year. I don’t let it consume me.
Now, at this point in my life, I’ve been caring less about a lot of stuff, sometimes I’ll have my moments, but they get less furious and less furious everytime. At this point, I think of women the same way I think of a mansion. “Hey, thats a woman, wish I could have one to fuck!” And walk about my day, because I know that it’ll never happen. Not only am I giving up my efforts of anything in life to help me “ascend financially” to get women, I’m giving my care to the ether. I’m over it. True it’s unfair Chad gets his pick of the litter and I don’t, but what the fuck am I supposed to do to change it? Nothing. That’s what I can do, and I’m indifferent to that fact now. This def won’t be my last post about women in general, but you definitely won’t see me worried about this sex or “the dating market” anymore.
