The Hardest Red Pill Truth I’ve Had To Swallow So Far

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A woman never belongs to you, it’s just your turn. – Donovan Sharpe

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Does a man ever truly finish unplugging? Is there a final destination to this journey? I don’t know.

I do know that one of the hardest truths that I’ve had the hardest time with is the one that I quoted above. A woman never belongs to you, it’s just your turn. The old blue pill me bought the lie that I could somehow “own” or “possess” a woman. That she would be mine. Never mind the part about sliding into marital bliss and having the burden of performance removed. I’ve never bought into the bliss thing, and I don’t mind the burden of performance. As far as I’m concerned, the burden of performance isn’t really that big of a burden to me, since all the shit I do now is for me, not for someone else. The burden is on me, for me.

I understand now that men are the romantics and the idealists. We are the one’s who would sacrifice our everything for a woman, including our lives. It just sucks to know, really know, that she isn’t capable of doing that for us, or in this case, for me. The possibility that she will walk at a moment’s notice because she perceives that she has found “something better,” is a constant blip on my radar. It plays in the background with every interaction I have. It’s a constant reminder of when Hypergamy rears it’s ugly head, and of course, that there is no such thing as relational equity.

I admit, I’ve struggled with a lot that the red pill has offered me, but this one right now has been the hardest. Do you go all MGTOW and say fuck them all, I want nothing to do with them? I could. But I won’t.

Do I just spin plates for the rest of my life? That’s a possibility.

Do I get more seriously involved with just one, knowing that I’m not her first (for anything really) and that I definitely won’t be her last?

One thing I can say about this last one is this:

While you may go, beautiful woman, and it’ll probably hurt a lot when you go, I’ll enjoy watching your ass move as you walk away.

Thanks for the good times and the memories.

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On the Outside Looking In

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It’s strange, I’m sitting here on a flight back home and I’m looking and listening to the people around me. All their little conversations, a guy watching a sitcom in his phone. I remember what it was like when I was on the inside and I would watch the same sitcoms. How comfortable I felt. How safe. How IN I felt. Once I took the redpill that all changed.

I see the TV shows now and I see the bullshit and the lies. The fairy tales. “Sleep,” they say. “Consume.” “Go along to get along.”

“You too can have your One. She’s out there waiting for you. Just work harder, be nicer. Put her needs before your’s. Be attentive, be supportive, be a good listener. Good guys get the girl.”

Don’t have needs of your own, especially sexual needs. God forbid, you might actually offend her.

Good times.

Now days I am the outsider looking in and it’s surreal. It’s almost like the movie, “They Live,” where when you put the special glasses on, you see people for what they really are, not the disguise they have been wearing for most of your life.

The most interesting is my own family. If only I could redpill my mother. Get her away from the goddamn TV. It’s got to be exhausting being her. Being afraid, being uncertain. Waiting, begging the TV to tell her who and what to be afraid of next. I’m exhausted just thinking and writing about it.

Being on the outside is liberating, I wouldn’t change it for anything. But it can be lonely sometimes. Friends and family do not, cannot, or will not understand what you are trying to tell them. I might as well being speaking a foreign language, or talking to a wall.

Once you take the redpill, there truly is no going back. Nothing will ever be the same as it was before you took it.

You will however see things as they truly are, not how you wish it would be, or what other’s have told you it would be. It ain’t pretty.

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Comedy Through A Red Pill Lens

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I’m currently sitting at an altitude of 30,000 feet as I write this (isn’t technology neat?) and I’m thinking about my trip to San Antonio this last weekend, and on Saturday night I went to a comedy club for a night’s entertainment. There were three acts total, which included the opener, the headliner, and the MC who started the show.

Right off the bat, the MC started his routine with a bunch of self-depreciating lines, one of them about how he gained weight once he got married, and how he thought “that’s what we’re supposed to do.” His claim was that his wife stayed at a trim 109 pounds, while he didn’t. My belief is that all comedy routines contain a kernel of truth, which is why we laugh. The real truth here is that this guy who has been married for eight years is probably headed for divorce, or his wife cheating on him, and then getting divorced afterwards if any of what he was saying was true. He went on to talk about now when they fight, they don’t wait for a private moment, they just do it whenever and wherever the moment strikes, because “that’s what you do when you’ve been married for as long as we have.” Little gripes and annoyances are held onto and brought up to throw back into each other’s faces, because “that is what you do.” He would shrug and roll his eyes, sigh, and shake his head during all of this. A true sign of resignation if I ever saw one. Now the audience was laughing all throughout this routine, especially the women. Even the beta schlub husband’s would guffaw and exchange knowing nods and glances.

The opener came out after and his marriage routine consisted of guys helping people out during hurricane Harvey as men who were trying to escape their wives, and the wives hoping and praying that the hurricane would take their husbands out. It was implied that neither partner was really happy with the other, and that a death from drowning was a better fate than their current existence. I know it was comedy, but again, that kernel of truth.

The entire show seemed to be a big joke at the man’s expense, because in marriage, “that’s just what you do.”

The bitter taste of the red pill was there for me that night, thankfully I haven’t lost my sense of humor and I was still able to enjoy the show despite all the tropes and canards that these male comedians were throwing around all night.

On a truly funny note, the opening guy did have a t-shirt for sale that had a line on it to use on women for pick-up.

“Are you a beaver? Because Dammmnnn!”

And then in little text at the bottom:

“You are hairy!”

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