Author: Rob Says

A man who loves and likes women.

Comeuppance

Rob Says6 Comments
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He just saw the latest “revenge porn” story.

I watched a couple of Rian Stone’s latest videos on his channel recently and he’s going over some material that has been in circulation now for nearly 8 years. The two latest videos that caught my attention was Michael’s story and Confessions of a Reformed Incel. In both videos, Rian points out and breaks down some really interesting information, and what is interesting and a little sad to me is that “what is old is new again.” Not to sound like a cliche, but the more things change, the more they stay the same. Check out those videos though, they are worth the time and worth the price of admission.

One of the things that really stood out for me was the bitterness that both guys had towards women in particular, “Chad’s,” and society in general. I can see why “revenge/outrage porn” stories have their appeal. It’s men getting a sense of justice, even if they are living it vicariously through a story of another man “who got his.” It’s women getting their comeuppance for their shitty behavior and their shitty choices from their pasts. I understand this. Hell, just thinking about it gives me “warm and fuzzies” at least for a moment.

But here’s the reality:

Kaylene speaking to Michael: “Michael let me tell you something: not only am I going to have my cake eat it and eat it too. I’m going to have it with ice cream and sprinkles”. All of the girls laughed and smiled in agreement.

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Some men like to think that women will “pay” for their poor choices that they made while they were younger, and in all honesty, some of them do. The real reality though is that most won’t pay for their poor choices because they won’t have to. There are plenty of beta males ready and willing to forgive them of their sins and ready and willing to wife them up. There is an ocean of guys ready and willing to give them a pass.

Understand that “the pretty people” have had it good for the younger parts of their lives and for the most part, they will go right on enjoying their lives at least into middle age or beyond. Just because you chose an air of superiority and chose not to participate doesn’t mean that others won’t. People living the “good” life tend to go on living the “good” life. Sorry if you find that disappointing.

You have a couple of options:

  1. You can stay bitter and probably end up unhappy and possibly alone for the rest of your life. If you are young, say around 25, you have roughly another 50 years of life ahead of you. That’s a long time to be bitter and possibly alone. I’m not talking about the Lonely Old Man Myth here, but it will be a possible choice that you may have to face down the road.
  2. You can “settle” for “used goods.” Guess what? Most women are going to be sexually active because it’s encouraged and because they can. Again, you can hang on to your anger and bitterness, and you can take on the role of provider/plow horse and maybe you’ll get sex from your wife who isn’t interested in you once or twice a year. But hey, you got to be a Dad right? If you think this way, your entitlement and your bitterness is still showing. You get the woman and the relationship you deserve.
  3. You can say fuck it all and walk away. Plenty of guys go this route. Maybe it’s for you. It’s not for me. It seems too much like surrender and giving up. If you are young, you still have the rest of your life ahead of you to figure out what you are going to do with your time. Don’t worry though, you’ll have plenty of time to figure that out.
  4. You can accept reality for what it is and you can join in on the fun. Instead of being angry that things aren’t the way that you think they should be, you can accept them for what they are and enjoy yourself, your life, and the women that show up in your life. Not all women are absolute whores. Not all of them have made the shittiest of shitty decisions. You won’t know that though if you can’t get outside of your bitterness and your ideals. You can have all sorts of amazing experiences with a bunch of amazing women and who knows, one of them could turn into something that could possibly last you the rest of your life.

I don’t know about you, but I know for me I would rather be on my deathbed with all of my memories of the people I have met and the things I have done than dying alone, which we all do anyways, with nothing but regret and ideals swimming in my head of things that never were and would never be. You see, I don’t regret the things I have done. I don’t regret the things that didn’t work out the way that I had hoped they would. I regret the things that I haven’t done and now that window of opportunity is gone. I regret not making certain decisions and certain choices and taking certain actions, because now I’ll never know how those things could have turned out. That’s what I regret. Ideals of what “ought” to be and fear paralyzed me into doing nothing and that is the biggest regret of all.

Comeuppance is a great dopamine hit. It’s that satisfaction that “Karen” got what was coming to her in the end. The real truth though is that comeuppance is just another form of mental masturbation. It’s another coping mechanism to get you out of taking responsibility for your own life and your own choices. It’s another way for you to not take action or do anything but it sure feels like you are doing something.

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The Two Most Unattractive Things About You

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I’m going to talk to you about what I believe are the two most unattractive things, or traits, that you as a man can have. You may disagree, and that’s fine, but these were the two that I have had at one point in my life or another that contributed the most to my lack of success with women.

I’m going to start with the one that is probably the most obvious, is certainly the most visible, and is the one that you can do the most about immediately.

However, I don’t believe that this first thing is actually the most important one of the two. I’m saving the worst for last.

Buckle up and let’s begin…

For most of my life, I was overweight. Not obese or morbidly obese, but definitely a good 20 pounds on average overweight. At my heaviest, I topped out at 180 pounds. Not too bad you may think, except that I’m 5’4. That’s a lot for a short guy.

In 2015, I lost 60 pounds just by cleaning up my diet. I got tired of eating junk and I was sick and tired of being sick and tired. I didn’t go to the gym and I didn’t get more physically active than I already was. 60 pounds. And I wasn’t even trying. Weightloss wasn’t my goal, I just wanted to eat differently and try new things. I went from 180 pounds down to 124 pounds in under six months. People noticed. People asked questions. People thought I was ill. The truth was, I had never felt better in my life.

Like I said, people noticed. Women noticed. Before I lost the weight I had been mostly invisible to most women. I incorrectly assumed that it was because I was bald and short. It wasn’t. It was because I was fat. It was because I looked like most men. I blended right in with all the other fat guys. I dressed like all the other fat guys. I didn’t stand out in the least.

By losing weight and then changing my wardrobe to clothing that actually fit me instead of hanging off of me, I started looking good. That’s part my own opinion because I liked what I saw in the mirror, and also the opinion of women because they now noticed me and began talking to me. They too, appreciated what they saw.

So guys, if you are overweight, lose the fat. You don’t need to get “ripped,” or “shredded,” or “jacked.” You don’t even need to get “buff.” You don’t need to become a gym rat. Just clean up your diet a bit and you’ll lose some of the weight.

Let’s move on to the worst of the “traits” now…

Bitterness.

I’m going to give my own definition of bitterness. Bitterness is anger coupled with a sense of unfairness and injustice, topped off with a sense of hopelessness. It’s the idea that life isn’t fair and you got screwed over, but there’s nothing you can do about it except be angry about it.

Life isn’t fair. You don’t have to like it, hell, I don’t. But you need to deal with it and get over it. Bitterness is the biggest woman repellent that you can have in your arsenal.

Here’s an example from my own life. Not only was bitterness there, but creepiness too.

When I was younger, I had no real idea of how to attract a woman. So I did all the things that mom told you to do, all the “blue pill” stuff. You know what I mean. I was desperate and horny. I said things that you don’t say to a woman that you have just met. I threw all of my attention and affection at her. I gave her all of it for free. Because of my behaviors I came off as creepy. The girl ran. And I was hurt and confused as to what had just happened.

Instead of looking at what I had said and done though, I turned it on her. She was a bitch and a cunt. She wasn’t a “good girl.” She wasn’t a “quality woman.” And then I got angry. And I stewed on it and amplified it. And it grew. And soon it permeated my every interaction with women. It was in my behaviors and my words. I oozed it from my pores. And women could literally smell it on me. And like any downward spiral, it got worse and worse with every interaction, every encounter that I had.

I remember when I was around 24 and I was bitching about women to a friend of mine and a woman overheard me. She came up and said, “Wow, you are bitter for someone your age.”

I remember it stopping me in my tracks. Was I the problem here? Yeah I was.

It took me a long time to get over my bitterness. It took several years actually. I was able to meet women occasionally, but I couldn’t keep them around for long. My bitterness would turn them away.

Like I said earlier, life is unfair. Life sometimes sucks, plain and simple. But life and women don’t owe you anything. If you are bitter you need to look in the mirror. Why are you bitter? Your woman cheated on you? She divorce you and take your kids and half the stuff? I get it. You have every right to be angry about it, but it isn’t going to make your life better and your interactions with women, if you choose to interact with them aren’t going to get any better either.

That sense of life as unfair is because you have fantasies in your head about how the world “ought” to be. How women “ought” to be. When they don’t turn out that way, you get angry. I get it. But you aren’t helping yourself with it.

I don’t have a “5 Step Plan” to beating bitterness. It’s going to be different for every guy. But you have to beat it. For me I realized that life doesn’t care what I think and neither does anyone else. Instead of getting angry about that I let it go. I let go of my fantasies of how the world ought to be and how women ought to be and accepted both for what they are. I don’t always like it, but I accept it.

When I did that, that sense of hopelessness, that despair, that anger, it all went away. My bitterness disappeared. And women started showing up. They were excited to meet me and be around me. They were excited and happy to be with me. I didn’t take them, life, or myself so seriously. Then things got interesting. Life got interesting. Women became fun. Life became fun.

When I said that women can smell bitterness on you, I’m not kidding. I know it too when I encounter it in someone else. I can literally smell it. It’s definitely a “vibe” or “energy” that you give off in your words, your mannerisms and your behaviors. If I can pick up on it, you better believe that women will pick up on it in a heartbeat and they’ll go running as fast and as far from you as possible. I believe it is the ultimate “chick repellent.”

You can be bald, short, and even to a degree, overweight and women will still show up for you. Ask me how I know. But if you are bitter, being tall, good looking, fit, and all the other things that you think matter, won’t matter. Once she gets a whiff of your bitterness, she’s gone. Again, ask me how I know.

For you literal types out there:

  1. Lose the bitterness
  2. Lose the weight

In that order.

There are plenty of other things that you can do, and there are plenty of other sources saying how to do it. Most will say it far better than me, so I’m not going to go there. Look them up.

These are the big two though. Deal with them and the other things will be much easier.

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The Hangover

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I woke up at 6:33 in the morning with a raging, pounding headache. I jumped out of bed and nearly missed making it to the toilet. All the shit that I had imbibed came back up in a rush. My stomach clenched and heaved, forcing the contents out.

My legs were shaky and it was a miracle that I was able to stand. I staggered to the sink to wash the bile from my mouth. I looked into my own bloodshot eyes as I cupped water from my hands into my mouth. A six day old corpse looked better.

I flushed the toilet before staggering back into the bedroom, the smell of vomit and last night’s, whatever, was potent. My stomach fluttered at the smell.

Goddammit, I need to quit doing this. I can’t keep doing this. Something has got to give. Enough is enough. I keep going at this rate I’m either going to overdose and die, or I’m going to put a gun to my head and pull the trigger. This shit has got to stop.

Jumbled words and sentences swirl in my mind, voices screaming gibberish in the dark. It’s maddening.

“Semen retention!” “Alpha!” “Don’t lean in bro!” “Tell your son this!” “My legacy!” “I only bang 9’s and 10’s!” “Just lift!” “Keto!” “Carnivore!” “Feminism!” “Toxic masculinity!” “A real man!” “Save the west!” “In a society!” “Don’t call her immediately, wait a few days before you call her…”

Black coffee…

Cold showers…

I felt my stomach lurch and I sprinted to the bathroom, but this time I didn’t quite make it. The vomit splattered on my bare feet as it hit the floor.

Fucking guys.

Dumb assholes who don’t know anything about anything acting like they know everything about something. Fucking spergs.

You don’t really want to do anything except masturbate. It’s clear now that’s all you want to do. You want credit for something you haven’t done and probably never will. You want a participation trophy just for showing up.

You want that magic pill or that magic bullet that will magically make you… Whatever it is that you think you want to be. The problem is twofold though.

One. There is no magic bullet that will magically make you do or be anything.

Two. You don’t even know what you want. Except to jack off and waste both yours and my time.

I think you’re just mad. And possibly a little insane. You’re mad that things didn’t work out like your mom told you they would. She lied to you. That girl, that special one, that little prize on the pier lied to you too. She’s just like all the other girls. That’s what you tell yourself and what you say to me.

Newsflash: I don’t care. Tell it to someone who does. Go jerk off somewhere else, I don’t have time for your horseshit.

You have all of the information in the world right at your fingertips and yet you don’t want to do the work. Guess what? You get to burn. I realize now that you don’t really want solutions, you just want to masturbate and have someone pat you on the back.

A sheep in search of a shepherd is going to be slaughtered. Might as well be you. Better you than me. Besides, nothing has quite the taste like bitter tears. Your tears. Filling up my glass. I’ll toast your health as I down it. Better that than the pablum that you’ve been issuing from your sewage-hole called a mouth.

I’m not going to block you on social media. Oh no. That would be a trophy to you. “Did you see what that weesh guy did! He blocked me! What a sensitive asshole! LOL!”

I’ll just mute you. That way you’ll shut the fuck up.

You go on and on and on, typing your drivel on your keyboard for the other dipshits that follow you, and honestly, you remind me of my ex-wife. She wouldn’t shut the fuck up either.

A feminized man getting his fix from outrage and revenge porn, talking nonsense about saving the west and not jerking off. You sound just like the women that you hate. Oh I know, you claim you don’t hate them, and yet you do. You carry on about them like they are a scourge and how they “deserve” what they get. You’re fingering your own asshole the whole time.

I thought I disliked you, but I was wrong. Dislike is a strong word in this case. I actually pity you. I pity you because all you want to do is jerk off on your keyboard with nonsense, rationalizations, and excuses. You don’t want to do the work, you just want to be mad. So stay mad, I don’t care.

I’m going to do what I did when I did readings. I’m going to agree with you from now on and tell you what you want to hear. I’m going to bullshit you. I’m going to lie to you. I’m going to do it with a smile on my lips and a twinkle in my eye. You wanted it, you’re going to get it. After that I’m going to mute you so I don’t ever have to hear from you again. I’ll never see another word that you write again. It’s going to be such a relief.

What do you know? I’m feeling better already. The hangover from your bullshit is receding. The headache is gone and I think I can eat something and keep it down now.

I’ve got to go, I’ve got vomit to clean up. I need to take a shower and shave. Then maybe some lunch or something. After that, I’m off to get some sex.

Have a great day!

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