Author: Rob Says

A man who loves and likes women.

“No True…”

Rob Says2 Comments

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Guys, I’m tired. I’m tired of hearing guys banging on about “As a man..,” “As a patriot..,” “It’s your job..,” “Life is a struggle…”

Stop it. Just. Stop.

You live in a time and place where you have the luxury to bemoan the fact that you can’t get laid. You live in a world where all, and I mean all of your comforts are taken care of for you. Stop bitching about it and fucking enjoy it.

I’m tired of hearing about guys banging on about their ancestors. You know what? Your ancestors didn’t know you, they don’t know you now, because they are dead, and they had their own problems to deal with back in the day and so they probably didn’t give a shit about you or your problems.

Instead of Live Action Role Playing your life, why don’t you just shut the fuck up and live your fucking life? I don’t know what your ancestors would think about you LARPing on the internet, but I know what your peers think.

They think you are an idiot and a goddamn pussy. They probably think you are pathetic too. Here you are, sitting around on social media with your avatar of Julius Caesar, acting like you know anything. You are a joke. You are an imbecile. And that’s how you are viewed. Nobody takes you seriously. I know I sure don’t.

You haven’t lived long enough to talk about the shit you are talking about and it shows. Get some more life experience by actually going out and living life instead of sitting around on the internet talking about things that you know absolutely nothing about. Go out and live for several years and then come back and talk to me about your fucking ancestors, society, honor, virtue, and all that bullshit that you are currently flapping your gums about.

Stop using shame language to get people to see your point of view. “A real man..” Would shut the fuck up and let other men decide how they are going to live their lives. “A masculine man..” wouldn’t care what other men think or do. He’s doing his own thing, whatever that is. “As a man…” doesn’t mean shit, bud. Just because you are a man, and I’m using that term loosely, doesn’t give you any street cred or clout. Who gives a shit.

Reading a couple of quotes on stoicism off of the internet or reading a book on stoicism doesn’t make you a stoic. Acting like it does make you an idiot though.

Reading a couple of books on “pick up” doesn’t make you a pick up artist. Going out, approaching women, getting rejected, doing it over and over again, and eventually having success, does.

Instead of sitting on social media talking about shit that you know little to nothing about, how about actually getting off social media and actually learning about those things you want to talk about? Then come back and see what happens.

How about doing something that is actually useful instead of just contributing to the noise ratio?

Nah, that takes time, work, and effort. Far easier to sit on social media and pull shit out of your ass and act like you know that 1+1=2.

Come back and talk to me when you are 35 years old or older. Hopefully you’ve had some life experience by that time and you’ll sort of have a clue what you are talking about.

Stop worrying about your “personal brand,” it doesn’t matter anyway, not in the long run. Start figuring out how to be genuinely authentic. Nobody likes a LARPER except another LARPER, and if that’s what you want, that’s fine, just realize that all you and your LARPing buddies are doing is jacking each other off.

Let me paint that picture for you since you miserable fucks irritate me so much:

There you are, sitting next to your LARPing buddy, he’s got his big, hard, throbbing cock out. It’s veinous and pulsating. You lick your hand and fingers in order to give him some lube..And then you gingerly grip his throbbing cock and begin to stroke. You start slow at first, feeling how hard he is. You pick up speed as you listen to him moan and writhe in pleasure. Faster and faster you go. Your buddy is gasping and telling you not to stop. He’s so close to coming. You beat him off furiously until he bucks his hips and comes all over your hand. You can feel the hot, wet, sticky come run down your fingers.

As an added bonus, you pull your fingers to your mouth and you lick your buddies come off of your fingers.

There you go. That’s what it’s like when you are talking your shit on the internet. You’re jacking your buddy off and licking up his come.

Are you thoroughly disgusted and reviled? Good.

Now, stop acting like an idiot, get off the internet, and go start living your life.

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The Struggle Is Real

Rob Says5 Comments

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And ultimately, nobody gives a shit about your struggles except you.

Life is a struggle, always has been, always will be. We look for meaning in our struggles, we look for why we struggle. In short, we look for answers.

Here’s the thing though:

Life is a struggle and sometimes, most of the time, it’s completely random. The universe isn’t “punishing you” for past crimes and digressions. There isn’t a being or a deity “out there” that’s keeping tabs on your thoughts and doings and then acting accordingly.

The universe, as far as I know, isn’t beneficient or malevolent. As far as I know, it’s not even sentient. It just IS. It’s completely indifferent to you, me, and any and all of our suffering. So why bang on about your suffering? Why carry on talking about something that only you care about?

Life is a struggle and it’s random most of the time and in many cases, it’s unavoidable. It’s as certain as the sun rising in the east and setting in the west. It’s the wet to water. It just is. Why dwell on it and carry on about it? Nobody gives a shit.

If our lives are a struggle, why not look for the pleasure that can be found instead? Why not look for those little moments of joy? Why waste your precious time worrying and bemoaning your struggle?

I know you have your struggles and your problems, but let me tell you about mine…

Nobody gives a shit about your struggles except you. The sooner you can come to accept this, the sooner you struggle less and life gets better. It doesn’t necessarily get easier, but it gets better.

You get to struggle for most of your life and it never ends. You don’t get to sleep, you only get to rest occasionally and god forbid you let your guard down, because if and when you do, some asshole will come along and take everything away that you worked so hard to attain and achieve.

You know what? Maybe that’s all true, but it sounds absolutely exhausting to me. If that’s the case, why even bother?

Gotta struggle, gotta hustle, gotta make that fucking money. Why? And for what? What is the end goal of it all for you? Why are you doing anything?

The only thing more boring to me than traditional conservatives banging on about “Saving the West” and how “As a Man,” you should be a better provider and plow horse, is guys banging on about “The Struggle.”

Nobody gives a shit about your struggles except you. Want to dry up the pussy? Talk about virtues, politics, religion, and “the struggle.” See how fast you’re not going to get laid.

You can’t avoid the struggle because all of life is a struggle, so burying your head in the sand is futile. But so is yammering on about it and complaining about it. Might as well accept it and then move the fuck on and get down to the business of enjoying life.

Look for the pleasures that life has to offer, because there are so many of them out there that you will never have enough time in your lifetime to enjoy them all. Can’t find the pleasures? Bullshit. You’re not looking hard enough. Still can’t find the pleasures? Then create them for yourself.

The sooner that you realize that all of life is a struggle, which is often random and meaningless, and that nobody cares about your struggles except you, the sooner you can get down to the business of actually enjoying your life. And it doesn’t have to cost a lot of money, or even time. In most cases, you can find the pleasure in things that are completely free and only take a moment out of your day.

Get up early and go watch a sunrise. I did that right before I sat down and wrote this blog post. I woke up, went outside with a cup of hot chocolate and just sat and watched the sunrise. It didn’t cost me anything to do it and it only took about 10 minutes out of my day. It was pleasurable as hell to just sit there, do absolutely nothing, and watch the sunrise. Now I’m ready to carry on with the rest of my day. If I think about it, maybe I’ll watch the sunset this evening. Take another 10 minutes out of my day and do nothing but watch. Maybe I’ll add a cigar and a drink in there for some extra pleasure. Who knows.

Nobody cares about your struggles except you.

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Be Gone. Stay Gone.

Rob Says3 Comments

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I tweeted this little nugget the other day:

“If you’re gone, then be gone. Stay gone. I don’t have time for anything else.” – Me

I tweeted this because out of nowhere, my ex-girlfriend decided to text me. I haven’t texted with her in over 8 months and it’s been over 9 months since I last actually talked to her. The funny thing is, she texted me 9 months to the exact day from the last time that I talked to her.

I’m not going to go into the particulars of her text other than it felt like a “feeler.” Like she wanted to dip her toes in the water and test out the temperature. Maybe that’s what she is doing, maybe not. I do know that I had posted some videos and pictures to Instagram from The Village By The Lake that had been taken about a week before I posted them. I also happen to know that she follows me on Instagram.

According to her, she had been thinking about me lately. I guess seeing videos and pictures of someone from your past will do that.

I saw this little gem right before I started writing this particular post:

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“If your ex texts you, it’s probably because she tried to replace you, but failed.” – @GotPickup

I wonder if there is any truth to that.

I’ve always wondered about this when an ex shows up back in my life. I’ve always wondered why. I only did that one time, and that was over 28 years ago. I had reached out to my “One,” and I had wanted her back. I recall her saying, “I’m sorry Rob, but that door is closed to you forever.” It crushed me then, but looking back on it with the eyes of wisdom, it was a good thing that we never did try again.

I’ve never really been good at “being friends” when a relationship ends. If I end it, I realize that I don’t want her in my life anymore and I don’t see any reason for staying in touch. In a great majority of the cases, I don’t hold any animosity or harbor any grudges or bad feelings, I just don’t see the point in staying in touch. As I see it, the only thing that we have in common is our past and I don’t see the point in strolling down memory lane.

If my partner ended the relationship, well I don’t see any point in staying in touch there either. The hard truth that you need to accept is that that person decided that they no longer want to be with you and have you in their lives to the degree that you were when you were together. As far as I’m concerned, if someone doesn’t want to be with me, I don’t want to be with them. Why would I want to be with someone who doesn’t want to be with me?

I tried explaining this to my Mother many years ago and all she could say about it was that I “wasn’t a sentimental person.” Maybe that’s true to some degree. I don’t live in my past like a lot of people do, I would rather live in the present and look toward the future.

Here’s a short passage from Fuccfiles by Rian Stone:

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While he is talking more specifically about guys being beta orbiters, the point still stands. I think he’s totally correct here. She doesn’t want you, she wants to know she could have you. Otherwise you would be together. Maybe that’s just another way of saying what was said earlier about she tried to replace you and most likely failed. I honestly don’t know.

“She didn’t want me, but she didn’t want me to be with anyone else.” – My Dad talking about my Mother after she died.

I still get a sick feeling in my stomach and those words still ring in my ears when I think about what my Father said to me the day after my Mother died.

In all of my years and all of my experiences with women over those years, that has to be the most brutal thing I have ever heard from another man. I still try to fathom why a guy would choose to stick around a woman who doesn’t want to be with him and I can’t wrap my head around it. I can understand if he knows that she doesn’t want him and he’s just biding his time to exit, like waiting for his children who are close to adulthood to finish growing up, and then he is out. I can understand that ulterior motive, but the “unrequited love” thing, I just don’t get it. I can’t comprehend it.

I’m not sure how many women read my blog, but I imagine that there are a couple of you out there who do. I’m going to say something that is going to be pretty unpopular:

Men and women can’t “just be friends.”

Actually they can, but only in two circumstances:

  1. There is no attraction from either party.
  2. Both of you are gay.

If there is attraction from one side, but not the other, there will be “unrequited love,” covert contracts, and ultimately conflict, confusion, and heartbreak. While I do believe that men and women can possibly be friends if there is no attraction from either party, I also believe that we are different enough when it comes to the goals, aspirations, and desires that we each have. Basically, if there is no mutual attraction, there isn’t enough “other things” there to keep a serious, stable friendship between a man and a woman. In short, you want a friend? Get a dog.

When I have said that I would like to “remain friends” with a woman after a relationship had ended, the truth was that I was looking not for a chance to “get back together,” but more for a chance at still having sex with that person. If sex wasn’t an option, then why bother being friends? It was the sex and intimacy that was the glue of the relationship and our interests were different enough that they wouldn’t carry us through as “just friends.”

Basically, I don’t give a shit about her interests unless I’m having sex with her or that there could be the possibility of me having sex with her. My interests are going to be unique enough that most women aren’t going to be into the same things that I am and that’s okay. If we aren’t having sex or the possibility of us having sex isn’t there though, why should I care about what she cares about?

This is why I don’t “remain friends” with women. I either know that sex isn’t a possibility or I don’t want it from her anymore, so why waste time talking about things that I don’t care about and she probably doesn’t care about either? Why waste either of our time?

No hard feelings, but if you are gone, then be gone and stay gone.

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