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The Red Pill Ruined My Metal

Rob Says1 Comment

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I was a kid back in the ’80’s when I first got introduced to heavy metal/hard rock. My first heavy metal/hard rock album was Ozzy Osbourne’s “Bark At The Moon.” That was followed up soon after by Twisted Sister’s “Stay Hungry,” and Quiet Riot’s “Metal Health.” It was all downhill from there.

I’m sitting here, listening to Rainbow’s “Stone Cold” as I’m typing this. Goddamn you Red Pill, you ruined my fucking music. Yes, it’s sorta whiny. Yes, it’s sorta pedestalizing women. Oneitis is rampant in this song.

I can hear the dickhead’s on Twitter right now:

“LOOOOOOL!!!!! You fucken blue pill beta chump Ya lost ya framez pleighboi looser! Da joose iznt werth da sqeeuze dumass!!!! Pansy poosie!”

(Why is it you dumbasses don’t know how to spell “loser?” One “o” not two. If you are going to mock and ridicule me, that’s fine, but could you fucking learn how to spell? Is that asking for too much? Loser is you and looser is your ho of a girlfriend, get it straight.)

Where was I?

That’s right, the Red Pill ruined my Metal.

Wanna hear a great song? Try this one on for size. Oneitis? Check. Whiny? Yup. Bluepilled? All the way. Lovesick? God yes. Sappy? To the max. But god, it’s a good song. Good to get laid to.

I’m seeing a pattern here as I’m listening and writing. Both of these songs are sappy and melancholy to one degree or another. That’s it, I’m in a melancholy mood. And I’m okay with that. Yup, these two songs in particular are getting me right in “muh feelz.” Drinking probably isn’t helping either, but fuck it, why not.

Here’s another one for ya.

Are you digging it yet? No?

Okay. Let your ear canals feast on this one. Not really metal per-se. More like grunge if you want to split hairs. Come to think of it, I don’t know if this one is really “blue pilled” or not. Ah fuck it, it doesn’t matter.

While the Red Pill “ruined” my Metal, there is a silver lining to all of this:

You get over it.

You get over the fact that yes, most of the music you grew up and listened to, and you thought was phenomenal, is in fact, a lot of guys having oneitis over a woman. It’s a lot of guys pining over some woman that fucked them over in some way. Basically a lot of 80’s metal is country music with distortion and longer hair than their country counterparts.

But I’m getting distracted here and going off tangent.

Yes you realize that the Red Pill has ruined your music for you, for a little while at least, and then you get over it and get on with it. You are able to get back to enjoying the music, even if it’s a guy or a group of guys having oneitis over some chick they met. You get over the fact that the musician is putting his girl on a pedestal.

You get back to the fact that at least the musicians, for the most part, had some talent, and that the tunes were actually well done for their time. You get back to the good memories that you have from those songs. At least I do.

While Whitesnake’s “Is This Love?” is a sappy, blue-pilled, pedestalizing a woman, oneitis song, I can’t deny the fact that I had a lot of sex when I put that song on. I can’t deny that it has a great groove and a good bass line to it.

And when I’ve had my fill of 80’s hair metal with guys pining over some woman and putting her on a pedestal, there’s always my go-to palate cleanser:

Slayer.

That, and Pantera.

Or even late 80’s, early 90’s gangster rap like Ice-T, N.W.A., or Snoop Dogg.

That’ll remove any traces of blue-pill nonsense.

So yes, the Red Pill will “ruin” your Metal, at least for awhile, but then you’ll get over it and get back at it and enjoy the music for what it was meant to be:

Entertainment.

Sex.

Drugs.

And of course, Rock and Roll.

Turn your AC/DC up to 11. Pour out some booze for Ronnie James Dio and “Dimebag” Darrell, give the “twin horn salute,” and remember:

If it’s too loud, you’re too old.

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Abundance

Rob Says2 Comments
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Yoda Knows What’s Up

A Long Time Ago… In a Galaxy Far, Far Away… I got bit by the Oneitis bug. I’m not going to go back into that, except to say that since that time so long ago, my outlook on women, and on pretty much anything else for that matter, has changed.

Guys, there’s always Another.

There’s always another job.

There’s always another way to make money.

There’s always another place to live.

There’s always more things (that you don’t need) to buy.

There’s always another woman.

7.7 billion people currently inhabit planet Earth, and the number keeps growing. I touched on it here.

You want to know why shit doesn’t really bother me all that much anymore? Because there is always “another.”

Sure, each woman you meet is going to be unique in her own way. She’s going to have life experiences that other women will not have had, at least at the time that you run across her. She’s going to have her own views and opinions on how the world turns and what makes it tick. She’s going to have freckles and moles on areas of her body that no other woman will have in the same spot. Her laugh will be different from many other women’s laughs. The scars on her body, the “flaws and imperfections” will be different from any other woman’s.

But there will always be “another.” The woman that you’ve been seeing for awhile? The woman that you are dating? The woman that you married and have lived with for years and years? I’m sure she is fantastic and you can’t imagine what life would be like without her. And yet, there is another.

There is another woman out there who will be just as compatible as the woman you are with. She will have different scars and marks on her body, she may be a little shorter or taller than your current woman. She will absolutely have different life experiences and opinions than your current woman, but you two will get along just fine. You may even get along better than you and your current woman do.

So she walked out on you? So what? There’s another woman out there for you. More than one actually. It hurts for awhile for me when a relationship ends, especially when I’m the one not wanting it to end, but there will be another one out there for me. All I have to do is get off my ass and go out and get it. That’s all you need to do too. Get off your ass, go out there, and get it, if that’s what you want.

Don’t want an LTR? Don’t want to “play house?” That’s fine too. There are plenty of women out there who don’t want to play house or have an LTR either. It’s like grocery shopping, only the aisles are never-ending, and the shelves are always stocked.

Everything I’ve said about women also applies to things like jobs. You’re stuck in a shitty job that you hate? There’s always another one out there. It may not pay the same as your current soul-sucker, but given time, you can get the amount you want and need. Same can be said for making money in general. There’s always a way. It might be legal, it might not. That’s up to you.

If you expect your “dream job,” or your “dream girl” to just magically fall into your lap, sorry, it doesn’t work that way. You’re going to have to bust your ass to make it happen. The women and the jobs are out there, but you’re going to have to do more than just wishful thinking.

All of the things, everything that you want is out there, it’s up to you to get off your ass and go and get it. You get to do the work. You get to be rejected. You get to be denied. And then you get to do it all over again. That’s life. Get used to it.

Abundance, at least to me, means that there’s always “another.” That’s why shit doesn’t get me down or keep me down for long. There’s always another….Whatever. There’s always more friends to make. There’s always more places to visit and/or live in. There’s always another meal to be eaten and a drink to be drank. Unless maybe you live somewhere where food and water are scarce. But then again, if that’s you, you wouldn’t be reading this right now, you’d be looking for your next meal and your next drink of water. And most likely, you’d find it. I know I would.

Don’t let a woman walking out of your life get you down. Sure, take the time to grieve the loss. But then get back out there. “Get back on the horse.” Don’t sell yourself short and don’t sell your soul for “that woman,” whoever she is, because there will always be another. And maybe, just maybe, she’ll enhance your life in ways that your previous woman couldn’t or wouldn’t. Ditto for your job situation. Same for everything else.

There’s always another.

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Don’t Be This Guy

Rob Says2 Comments
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Screenshot of a pathetic dude

The above screenshot is something that one of the women that I’m seeing sent to me.

Here’s a little backstory:

I met this woman about a month ago on an online dating app. We’ve hit it off pretty good so far. She’s fun to be around and I enjoy her company. The other day she was over at my house giving me a full body massage, but before the massage though, while we were sitting around shooting the shit, she brings up a guy that she had met on the app. She “matched” or “connected” with this guy around the same time, or right before she met me.

She then showed me the above screenshot. Honestly, I nearly shit myself. It’s one thing to hear about it from other guys on the internet and to see their screenshots that they received from somebody, somewhere. It’s another thing to see it “live and in the flesh.”

The guy sending her that text had texted with her a handful of times and they met only one time. Apparently the meeting was mediocre at best, at least according to her.

What I give a shit about is the fact that this guy is so willing and so desperate to find a woman that he would do all of the things that he’s texting about for her.

Like I said in the beginning, I’ve been seeing this woman for about a month, and I barely know her. We’ve seen each other maybe 5 or 6 times total. There’s no way in hell I would send something like this to a woman. Hell, I was married for 6 years and dating my ex-wife for two years before that, and I never offered to open a joint account with her. I never put her name as joint on anything now that I think about it.

Guys, this type of behavior absolutely reeks of desperation, clinginess, and neediness. You will chase women right out of your reach and into the arms of another man if you do it. Jesus H. Christ Almighty, have some fucking self-respect.

Last time I checked, there are 7.7 billion people on this planet. I would hazard a guess and say that roughly half of that population are women. And women that are available in your area? I don’t know where you live, but unless you live at the North Pole or in Antartica, I would say that there is a fair number of women that are of whatever dating age you prefer and they are available to you.

The odds are with you, believe it or not. You may not have the best odds in the world, but you do have odds going for you that you can find at least one woman, without you having to resort to some pathetic shit like the above screenshot.

Do shit like that, and best case scenario? She’ll run screaming as fast as she can, away from you. Worst case scenario? She’ll take you up on your offer and bleed you dry faster than a hungry vampire.

You’ve been warned.

Stop doing this bullshit. Stop with this nonsense. There’s always another woman out there. It might take you a moment to find her, or her sister, cousin, daughter, mother, whatever, but you’ll find her. There’s always another one. The odds are with you.

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