Which One Will You Feed?

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Which One Will You Feed?

Last week, I wrote a post about how there is No Spoon. I still stand by that post. I received a little flack for it, not nearly as much as I thought I was going to get, and overall, it seemed to be met with either indifference or with some acceptance. I want to further explore what I started out with in that post.

I said there is no gender war and I received plenty of links from other people claiming that there indeed was a gender war. Like I said before, sure the gender war is in the mainstream media and on social media, I have no doubts about that. There are plenty of articles, links, videos, and opinions claiming that there is a gender war. And I know from talking to people firsthand that they have been through the divorce machine/meat grinder. I too have been through divorce and fortunately for me, my divorce was a cake-walk compared to others. I know that in many states, locales, countries, etc that divorce, child support, alimony, etc is primarily geared towards women, and if by that definition you mean to say there is a gender war, you would be correct. I won’t argue with you there.

But the “gender war” is also in your minds. Just like mainstream media is telling you what to be aware of, and in many cases, what to be afraid of, social media is also doing the same thing. Do you want to live your life as an adversary to someone else simply because the laws and the courts are geared to favor them? I don’t advocate marriage for many of the same reasons that other’s don’t advocate marriage, it’s simply too big of a risk. At the same time, I’m not going to let a “gender war” stop me from enjoying the company of women. I’m not going to let a possible “#metoo” stop me from being around women, even in the workplace. Yes, I’ve wrote about #metoo in the past, and I still stand by what I’ve written. It’s mostly common sense knowledge, at least to me, so that you can avoid many of the pitfalls that can happen at your job.

I’m seeing a lot of Men on the internet throwing around a lot of information about how guys are getting fucked over by the courts, the laws, and even the government. I get it. I really do. I definitely went through an anger phase and even a bitter phase over it all when I first started unplugging. I think that’s a normal and natural part of the process. At some point though, you have to decide what you want to do after that initial shock, anger, bitterness, and even depression starts to wear off. Do you want to stay stuck in it? Do you want to keep reading and watching the outrage? Will that help you become the best version of you? Or do you want to do something else?

I’m all for awareness. It’s good to know what’s going on around you so that you can hopefully anticipate what’s coming up next. It’s good to know so that you can adapt and adjust as necessary. It’s good to know so that you don’t bury your head in the sand and think that “everything will be okay,” because sometimes everything won’t just be okay. But you also need to decide for yourselves when you’ve gotten what you needed from your awareness of what’s going on around you, and you decide to get on with life anyways, or in spite of it.

Is all the outrage putting you in a defensive position? Or is it helping you be the best version of you? You can live a life on the defense, or you can take chances and risks, and maybe you just might get something that well outweighs those risks.

This is what I mean by there is No Spoon. It’s a choice that you and I both make every day. Sure you can say there is a spoon, and there is. You can get locked up in it and immerse yourself in it. I did that for over a year. All it got me in the end was a lot of anger and misery, a lot of distrust towards people that I didn’t even know and hadn’t done anything to me except be people of another gender. I’m not going to hold women being women against them, the biggest reason is because I’m then denying myself the pleasure that they have to offer me. Sure they can go feral and cheat and manipulate, and all of that, I’m aware of it, I know the risks. But I’m going to go there and take chances anyways. Life is too short not to.

I think this is a great quote:

An old Grandfather said to his grandson, who came to him with anger at a friend who had done him an injustice:

“Let me tell you a story. I too, at times, have felt a great hate for those that have taken so much, with no sorrow for what they do.

But hate wears you down, and does not hurt your enemy. It is like taking poison and wishing your enemy would die. I have struggled with these feelings many times.” He continued, “It is as if there are two wolves inside me. One is good and does no harm. He lives in harmony with all around him, and does not take offense when no offense was intended. He will only fight when it is right to do so, and in the right way.

But the other wolf, ah! He is full of anger. The littlest thing will set him into a fit of temper. He fights everyone, all the time, for no reason. He cannot think because his anger and hate are so great. It is helpless anger, for his anger will change nothing.

Sometimes, it is hard to live with these two wolves inside me, for both of them try to dominate my spirit.”

The boy looked intently into his Grandfather’s eyes and asked, “Which one wins, Grandfather?”

The Grandfather smiled and quietly said, “The one I feed.”

My question to you is, which one do you feed?

Confirmation bias is a real thing. You will find whatever it is that you seek. You will not see what you don’t want to see. You will only see and hear what you want to see and hear.

Is there a spoon for you? Or is there no spoon?

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Observations

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In addition to writing my blog posts, shit-posting on Twitter, making my videos on Youtube, doing shows with Masculine Geek and Jack Napier, working a full time job, and hanging out on Saturdays with Mr. Skelton, I’ve also been seeing 3 or 4 different women. I don’t know where I get the time in all honesty. Maybe I’m burning the candle at both ends. I probably am, but fuck it, you only live once, so you might as well make the most of it.

One of the things that has showed up with all of the women that I’ve been seeing is this:

They all think I’m amazing. Now this isn’t meant to sound like a humble-brag, that’s not my intention. It’s just an observation I’ve had from all of the women. Now just a little backstory on these women:

I’ve met all of them online, and they are all fairly close to my age. They range from 40 to 43. Two of them are divorced, single mothers, and two of them don’t have children for one reason or another.

I can hear the screams and the shouts of outrage from the peanut gallery now, “Rob! You don’t give single mothers the time of day! You don’t have anything to do with them!” And so on and so forth. Guys, I’m not “wifeing” any of them up, nor am I getting into LTR’s with any of them either. Give it a rest, I know what I’m doing. Maybe this is one of those “Let ’em burn” moments for me. I’ve said multiple times on Twitter, “I’m the posterboy of what NOT to do,” so keep that in mind.

What I’ve found is that they are fun to be around, they are about as well adjusted as any woman can be, and man, are they lusty.

I’m starting to get sidetracked here, so let’s get back on target.

Where was I? Oh yes, the whole “I’m amazing” bit. The funny thing is, I’m not going out of my way to do anything special or unique. I’m not “pulling out all the stops” or anything like that. I’m just doing me.

I take them by the hand and lead them where I want to go. I don’t ask them permission to hold their hands, I don’t ask permission to kiss them, I put my arm around their waist when I’ve escorted them through the occasional door, and I’ve been the one to decide where we are going if we are going out for the most part. Once we figure out the day that we want to get together, I start throwing times at them that I’ll meet up with them, that work for me. Then it’s just a matter of deciding what time works best.

It has been blowing these women away, and honestly, I don’t really understand it. Aren’t all guys “like that?” Apparently not. Now granted, maybe these women made a whole bunch of poor choices when it comes to dating and in some cases, marrying the men that they chose. I’m not going to eliminate that possibility. I’m sure that factors in somewhere to some degree.

But fucking really? Are guys that inept? Is the bar really that low? Are women’s expectations so few? Is it really that shitty out there in the dating world? Understand this: I’m literally nobody. I’m a short, bald dude who is maybe average in looks. Same with my dress. Nothing too fancy or too flashy, but at least my clothing fits and it isn’t loose-ass t-shirts, cargo shorts, and flip flops. I’m not fat, but I’m not “buff” either. I’m truly just “average.”

I would almost think that I met these women from the same neighborhood, or even the same family. Their experiences with the men in their pasts seem that abyssmal and almost identical. The thing is, they aren’t from the same family or neighborhood, and one of them is from another country. If I can do something as simple as hold their hand without asking, or lead them to where I want to sit, eat, or go, and they are blown away by it, guys, you have no excuse to not get out there if you are single and start absolutely killing it.

So what are you waiting for?

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There Is No Spoon

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Guys, I’m going to say something that might be considered anathema and controversial, but here goes.

There is no gender war. The only gender war that I’m seeing is on social media and in various media outlets. If all you do is consume what’s on the internet and on the television, of course there’s a gender war. When I go out at night, when I’m out and about doing my job, when I’m out grocery shopping or running errands, I don’t see a gender war anywhere around me.

I went out the other night to a couple different nightspots. I saw a handful of dudes and a bunch of women at one, and I saw about a 50-50 ratio of men to women at the other location. No gender war in sight. All I saw was a bunch of people having a good time dancing and drinking and mingling with one another. No toxic masculinity, no SJW’s on parade bitching about being oppressed. Just men and women enjoying their evenings with one another.

Does the gender war actually exist? I’m sure it does. At least in theory or on paper. It’s psychological warfare meant to divide and conquer. If you are getting sucked into it, guess what? You are the target at that point. Whoever is putting out this message is trying to divide you from other’s. Recognize it for what it is. It’s Wag The Dog writ large and in real time. Can you actually do something about it? Can you change it? Is it actually useful to you?

As Rian Stone put it, “Be Attractive, Don’t Be Unattractive.” How is getting fired up about a gender war attractive? Is getting fired up about “toxic masculinity” attractive? Is getting pissed off about some hit piece on some obscure website, written by some unattractive, outraged woman attractive, or unattractive? Is it useful to you? Besides the dopamine hit and being able to simmer in your own juices, does it do anything for you?

I’m all for a man or a woman being able to feed off their own emotions, god knows, I’ve done a lot of that over the years, but is it attractive or unattractive? Does it get you to do something useful for you? Or is it a form of masturbation and release? Are you becoming more attractive, or just jerking off?

I keep looking for the gender war around me and I keep missing it I guess. I’m not finding it. I see a lot of confused people trying to figure themselves and each other out and how they fit together in our world, but that’s been going on since I can remember. Not much has changed there.

I actually feel sorry for women today. Most of the garbage that is out there, claiming there is a gender war going on, was written by women for women. They are poisoning their own well, and then drinking it to boot. The women who stumble across it are stopping and having a big old drink of it and fucking themselves up even more than before. God help them. Oh well, I’ve said it before, and here it is again, they have to burn.

I think we as Men are too much in our heads most of the time. We overthink things and make them way more complicated than they need to be.

“This woman slid up to me and is grinding on me…What do I do? What do I say? I need to play it cool. I need to be calm and think straight. What if I put my arms around her and pull her in? What if she doesn’t like that? What if she doesn’t want that? Oh god, I don’t want her to think…Wait…She’s leaving! Dammit! I should have….”

Get out of your heads my Brothers. Get out of your heads and back into your bodies. Don’t think, just act. It’s a yes until it’s a no.

There’s no gender war. At least not in the streets that I occupy. Not in the space that I inhabit. Just men and women doing their thing.  I guess that none of them got the memo that there is a gender war going on. And man, those women? They are friendly as hell and looking for a little company, even if it’s only for a few moments.

Drop a few kind words. Crack a joke. Tease her just a little bit. Smile at her. That’s attractive. Or stay locked in your gender war, getting pissed off over imaginary boogeymen that you can’t do anything about anyways. The choice as always, is yours. You get to burn. Don’t worry though, I’ll be watching, eating popcorn, and laughing my ass off. And once you put that fire out, I’ll ask you just one question:

“How’s that working out for ya, bud?”

There is no spoon. There is no gender war. There is just being attractive or being unattractive. Choose.

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