I’ll Be Waiting To Ramble On

January 29, 2020January 20, 2020 Rob SaysLeave a comment

man walking on the empty street

Some people come into your life, and they are there but for a moment, and then they are gone. They choose to leave, they want to leave, they have to leave. And you wish that they wouldn’t go, that they didn’t go. But they did. And that’s life. It is what it is and you remember the good times and you wish them well, and you let them go. You move on.

Some people come into your life and they overstay their time. Or you let them overstay. They should have never stayed as long as they did. You should have never let them stay for as long as they did. You knew better and you let them stay for far too long. And they did. It is what it is and you remember the good times and you wish them well, and you walk away or you turn them out, telling them that they must go. You move on.

Morning came and I was on my way, when you reminded me. I had too soon forgotten, it was you that set me free. Yeah, you were here when I came, you’ll be here when I’m gone. So don’t be waiting on love, ’cause I’ll be waiting to ramble on. – Kip Winger

I’m not Mr. Right. I’m Mr. Right Now.

Mr Right Now. Such a phrase with many connotations. One night stands. Same day lay. Someone who “just” wants sex. There’s many more connotations, and it seems that many, if not most of them, are negative. Seriously though, what’s wrong with being Mr. Right Now? At least I’m being honest about it. At the end of the day, that’s all I have to offer you, my honesty and my presence in this moment.

I’m not Mr. Right, I’m Mr. Right Now. I’m here but only for a moment, this moment. I don’t look for anything from you but this moment, right now. Don’t try and keep me here, you can’t. You won’t. I’ll be moving on before you know it. So just enjoy me now in this moment. Enjoy us, right now.

I’ve done the “domesticated thing.” It doesn’t work for me. Perhaps it never did. Perhaps it never will. I don’t want or have expectations of a tomorrow because there is no tomorrow. There is only now. This moment. Let’s just enjoy it shall we? Whether sex is on the agenda or not, I don’t really care. Having you spend time in my presence and me spending time in your presence is what I seek. Even just for this one moment in time.

And that’s all there really is. Moments in time. And if you join me in this one moment in time, with no expectations of another moment in time, maybe there will be another moment in time? And another moment. And another moment.

Stop looking for “forever.” Nothing lasts forever. Nothing. Not even the Great Pyramids will last forever. Not even this planet that we live on and inhabit will last forever. Certainly our lives won’t go on forever, so let’s drop that fantasy shall we? Let’s just enjoy the moment, this moment, with no expectations of any future moments. This is what it means to be Mr. Right Now.

There is no permanency in life. Memories fade over time, memories change. Photos degrade or may become corrupted. People move on, move away, and then at some point they die. Or we die. We forget, they forget, it’s what we do. And that’s okay. This is not hopelessness. This is not futility. This is reality, this is what it is. This is why I laugh when I hear about “legacy.” Will my words, these words, be preserved, untouched, unmarked, unchanged, throughout the entirety of time? I highly doubt it, because nothing lasts forever.

Languages change, meanings change and shit gets lost in the translation. Or sometimes there are words that have no definition or meaning in a language, so we “give it our best shot” trying to step into the mind of the author and thinking, “well, this is probably what he meant.” We’ll never truly know because the author is long gone. Doesn’t mean don’t try, but it does mean don’t get hung up on it.

“Living as Mr. Right Now is so superficial, so shallow.” No it’s not, I assure you. I will love you and cherish you intensely. I will love you for a lifetime in this moment, because that’s all I have to offer you and to give to you. You can know a person deeply in just a moment. You can know all you need to know about them, if you let them show you, in a moment. I know this because I’ve seen it and I’ve done it. It’s possible.

Darling, don’t wait up for me, tonight I won’t be home. You’ve become a stranger,
I just got to be alone. Don’t need nobody on my side, to dull the blade I’m on. So don’t be waiting on love, ’cause I’ll be waiting to ramble on. – Kip Winger

I’m not Mr. Right, because there is no Mr. Right, because there is no permanency, there is no “forever.” There’s only now. I’m Mr. Right Now. We could be so good together, yeah we could. I know we could. For now.

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Jeremy

January 27, 2020January 27, 2020 Rob Says6 Comments

“Jeremy” is a guy I work with. He hired on approximately six months ago or so. He’s in his mid-to-late 30’s or maybe even his early 40’s. I’m not sure exactly as I don’t remember, but I do know that he told me his age at one point. He’s got receding hair, wears glasses, and when he’s not in the company uniform, he dresses pretty much like the next guy. He’s got quite the beer gut on him, and for the most part, he’s pretty forgettable. Basically he’s a textbook definition of an average frustrated chump.

“Jeremy” and I had a talk a while ago while on route. This was shortly after he had hired on. Plot synopsis: He moved here from wherever it was that he had lived previously. While he was living where ever it was that he lived, he had been seeing a gal that’s around his age, maybe even a couple years older than him. She’s got two kids from a prior relationship, a teenage daughter and a son that’s around 10 or so.

Their relationship was volatile and they were on again/off again. During one of their off again stages, she decided to move on and smoke another man’s pole. It just so happened to be “Jeremy’s” brother’s pole. Jeremy found this out from both his brother and from her when they tried to be “on again.”

Jeremy ended up moving to Utah and left the woman behind. He got himself a small apartment and got himself a job. Now if the story ended here, it wouldn’t be such a tragic comedy. But it doesn’t end there. Not by a long shot.

Almost a year later, ex-woman and Jeremy are still talking. Ex-woman decides to move out to Utah. Jeremy decides to “take her back.” Problem is, his one bedroom apartment isn’t big enough. Not enough for her, him, and her two kids. So Jeremy and woman get a joint lease and get a larger, more expensive place.

They move in together and everything is happily-ever-after. Right? No. It’s not.

Jeremy is sleeping on the couch. All of his stuff, other than his clothes, is still in boxes. The teenage daughter has the second bedroom while Mom/woman has the master bedroom. I can’t remember where the boy is sleeping, but it’s somewhere in this apartment. And Jeremy is paying for the privilege of sleeping on the couch. Half the rent to be exact. Half or more of the utilities too. If memory serves me correctly, he’s buying most of the groceries too. That’s how he ended up working at my job. More pay to finance someone else’s lifestyle. I don’t even want to guess how often these two have sex.

Jeremy has talked about leaving. He’s waiting for the lease to be up. Which happened as of January 1st of this year. He’s still there as of this writing. All of this backstory, everything that I’m writing about up until now, was told to me several months ago. Why didn’t he just leave her months ago? “Because I don’t want to be that guy. I don’t want to leave her hanging.” Fuck it, I would have taken the credit hit, after finding another place of my own and gotten my shit out of there. Everything is still in boxes, so it would be easy as hell to move. Block her number and/or change my phone number to boot. That’s if I would have gotten myself into this particular mess to begin with.

Jeremy is a “promise keeper.” Rollo has talked about it in at least one article of his own. I’m not going to go into that particular definition except to say that Jeremy is white knighting a woman who is fucking him over because he allows it. He also has the whole “relational equity” thing going on as well.

A couple of days ago, Jeremy came to work in a bad mood. He gave me some story that wasn’t the story, it was an analogy. I just remember something along the lines of, “Why can’t people just accept me for who I am? Why do I have to change?” So Jeremy has some covert contracts going on too. He wants credit for his burden of performance. He wants her to love him the way he loves her. He has certain expectations of her that he hasn’t told her, and since she isn’t doing any of it, he’s pissed and bitter about it. Mostly bitter.

This whole thing is a nightmare in the works. It’s a nightmare of his own creation.

Do I feel sorry for him? Not really. He could leave at any time. He chooses to remain for some misguided idealism in his head that he created for himself.

What’s the point of this post besides showing how fucked up a man’s life can get?

Know what you want.

Jeremy has no clue what he wants. He knows what he doesn’t want, but not what he wants. I know this because I asked him directly. I got the “deer in the headlights” look.

Guys, you can cruise on autopilot for your whole life. God knows, I did it for a long time. You can just “go with the flow” and see where it takes you. Don’t be surprised when it takes you to places you didn’t want to go. Have an idea of where you want to be and where you want to end up, otherwise you’re going to end up at someone else’s destination like Jeremy did. At some point he’s going to have to take charge of his life, own up to his shit, and decide exactly what he wants to do. Until then he’ll keep paying for the privilege of minimal to no sex and sleeping on the couch. He’s not her boyfriend. He’s her employee.

Does Jeremy get to burn? You better believe it.

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Burnout.

January 22, 2020January 21, 2020 Rob Says2 Comments

man reading burning newspaper — Every Time I Open Twitter.

The longer I stay on Twitter, the more I scroll, the more outrage I see. More and more, there is a “gender war.” Lately it’s coming from “our side.” It’s almost as bad as feminists when they go off about men.

If you haven’t noticed, especially here on my blog, I’m trying to steer clear of all of that. If you follow everything going on in the ‘Sphere and take it as gospel, then there’s no point in getting involved with women, because all they are going to do is cheat on you, take half or more of your assets, and “branch swing” on over to Chad Thundercock.

If you listen to a lot of the voices in the ‘Sphere, there’s a huge amount of women that are BPD, they are all gold-diggers, they will get knocked up by Chad and then try and pass that offspring off as yours.

And of course, every single one of these things will be your fault. Because you didn’t do the work, you didn’t lift, you didn’t eat meat, you didn’t wake up at 4 am and drink a pot of black coffee while taking a cold shower, and god forbid, you asked her a question and wanted her input about food or something; you just lost your frame. Since you don’t drive anything better than a lambo, you might as well fucking forget it.

It’s turning into fucked up guys screaming that you are a fucked up guy.

Sure the family court system is rigged against you. Sure, she could go feral, divorce rape you, take half your shit, and take your kids from you, leaving you to be nothing more than an ATM for her shopping trips. I know it happens.

Just because she could, doesn’t necessarily mean she will though. For every horrific divorce or break up that you hear about, you never hear about the divorces or break up’s where both parties parted amicably. You hardly hear about the relationships that are working out just fine, and no, these ain’t your gram’s and gramp’s relationships that have been going strong since the Stone Age. I’m talking about the 4 year relationships or the 9 year relationships. Relationships that have started during the rise of the internet or even after it.

Why is that? Because that shit doesn’t sell. That shit doesn’t get views or clicks.

“Hey Terry, how’s that relationship with Barbara working out?”

“Great Fred! We’ve been going strong now for about 6 years.”

“Well that’s just great Terry! Talk to you later.”

If guys approached each other in real life like they do online, it would look like inmates from the insane asylum had broken out.

“Billy! You know that girl you are seeing is a single mom right? She fucked up and got knocked up by Chad Thundercock and had his kid! She probably is looking for you to be her Beta Bucks! Be careful though man, those single mom’s will cheat on you with Chad’s brother Chet, and she’ll probably get knocked up by him and try to pass that bastard offspring off as yours!”

I thought the Red Pill was about understanding women’s natures, realizing that they are different than us. Different and complimentary. Not this hate shit I’m seeing all over the place.

When I filed for divorce from my ex-wife back in 2015, she could have fought me and been a bitter bitch about it. Guess what? She didn’t. She signed the papers and let me get on with my life.

When my ex-girlfriend decided she didn’t want to be in a relationship with me, she could have cleaned my house out and disappeared into the night. Guess what? She didn’t. We parted on good terms.

When either I or several of the women that I’ve been seeing over this last year realized that things weren’t working out the way that we wanted, guess what? We ended things like adults. No harm, no foul, no hard feelings. It just didn’t work is all. No drama, no threats, no bullshit. Either I called it quits or they did, but it was no big deal.

Same with many of the guys that I talk to and deal with on a regular basis in the real world. When their relationships ended for whatever reason, both parties took it on the chin and left like adults. It was so common and so un-spectacular, it was actually kind of boring.

But that’s not the majority of the talk in the ‘Sphere these days. These days it’s about the outliers becoming the average; becoming the norm. Not every woman you meet is going to be BPD. Not every woman you meet is going to be damaged goods just waiting for a paycheck, your paycheck. Not every woman has a 1000 Cock Stare. Not every woman is a complete irresponsible idiot.

It seems that with each passing day the ‘Sphere is becoming more and more polarized. It’s becoming more and more “Us vs Them.” Just like feminism. Only now it’s guys sulking and pouting and throwing their own temper tantrums and taking their ball and going home because “the game is rigged.”

I understand when a guy gets blown out of the water by a woman and his whole life gets turned upside down. I’ve been there. The hurt and the anger are real, and up to a point, they are justified. At some point you have to let that shit go and get on with your life though. Be angry for a minute for sure, but then move past it. Your hurt and anger are only a crossroads, not a final destination.

This is why I don’t get caught up in the outrage anymore, from either side. It’s not productive, at least for me. I’ve heard all the bullshit a hundred times over. Same shit, different guy. It doesn’t work for me anymore. I don’t care.

In a lot of ways, getting on to social media is no better or no different from watching the MSM. All gloom and doom. All blood and gore. All high drama and outrage. It’s all bullshit.

I saw a meme recently that said, “We used to use the internet as a way to escape the real world, now we are using the real world to escape the internet.” Something like that. It’s true though. I get on social media and see the latest outrage and then I go outside and see that there still is no spoon. Hell, I’m open-minded enough. I go looking for this outrage on the streets and wherever it is that people congregate, and I’m still not seeing it, no matter how hard I try.

Guys, stopping drinking the Kool-Aid and get off the internet for awhile, and get out of your homes for a few hours. Clear the shit from your heads.

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