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Comeuppance

Rob Says6 Comments
happy businessman checking message on smartphone in downtown alley
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 Hangover

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blue drinking glass with water and white medicine pills

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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Thin-Skinned Men

Rob Says1 Comment

clown stretching his mouth

Let’s talk about “Ben, Jerry, and Trevor…..”

“Ben” and “Jerry” are a couple of guys that I work with who happen to be pranksters. These are the guys who will bust your balls, call you names to your face, hide your uniforms from you, put random shit in your locker, and even move your locker around on occasion. These two guys will do all sorts of shit to get a laugh. They are also the sort of guys that when they dish it out, you can better believe that they can take what’s coming to them.

“Trevor” on the other hand… “Trevor” is what I want to call a “Thin-Skinned” man. He likes to laugh when Ben and Jerry are doing their shenanigans, he’ll shit talk with the best of them, and he’ll even help pull off a prank if you ask him. But if you prank him, you better watch out…

Jerry had been on vacation for a week or so and when he came back, the first thing that greeted him was his locker turned around so that the back was facing him and he couldn’t get into it. (The lockers are “standalone” and can be moved easily with a dolly or a handtruck.) The moment he saw it, he blamed Ben for it. Why not? This is something that Ben is famous for doing. It’s practically his signature move.

Ben didn’t move it though. Another unrelated co-worker was the fiend who pulled off the devilish deed. Ben faked mock surprise and mock hurt, everybody had a good laugh about it, including Jerry himself, and once the locker got turned back in the right direction, everybody pretty much settled down and got down to the business of getting ready for the day’s work.

Trevor laughed along with everybody else at Jerry’s expense, and from there I was done changing from my street clothes into my uniform, and so I left the locker room and went about my day…

Later that afternoon as I came back from my route, I noticed Ben and Jerry had a locker on a hand truck and were moving it around in the warehouse. Both had ear-to-ear grins on their faces and you could hear them snickering and giggling like a couple of schoolgirls.

Ben saw that I noticed them and he started laughing even harder. “We’re moving Trevor’s locker.” He said between snickers.

“Why are you doing that?” I asked.

“Because Trevor said something to Jerry and Jerry feels a need to pay him back.” Ben said with a look of pure glee. “So we’re going to hide Trevor’s locker in the women’s restroom.”

I just shook my head and said, “That’s a bridge too far.” And away they went. I never did find out what Trevor supposedly said, nor did I care.

Why did I say what I said and why did I shake my head?

Because I know Trevor. He has a “personality type” that is thin skinned. He can dish it out, but he can’t take it back. You goof on him and he takes it personally and gets a huge case of butthurt going on. He’s the type of guy that will take your ballbusting and goofing on him as a personal attack.

I didn’t want to call Trevor a Gamma, but a Gamma he is.

In the link I just added is a list of “gamma traits.” While Trevor has a LOT of these traits, there’s one in particular that stands out in this situation:

(Bold emphasis is mine)

You can’t even take a mild ribbing about anything outside of a few harmless topics from other guys, and immediately fly into a barely controlled rage and seek some sort of vengeance if you are lampooned by anyone. This isn’t upping the competition, but hatred of the other and you will avoid that person or speak badly of them.

The next day I went back to work. Trevor is normally about 10 minutes or so behind him on clocking in. Not that day though. That day he was moments behind me. Normally Trevor is fairly high-spirited and is always cracking jokes and talking shit. That day though, he was quiet and sullen. Trevor was pissed.

I could tell he was pissed because of his entire demeanor. It was in his body language. He practically radiated anger and hate. I knew what this was about before he even said anything.

“Hey Trevor, how are ya?” I asked.

“I’m pissed Rob.”

“Oh? Why is that?”

“Because fucking Ben and Jerry moved my locker into the women’s restroom yesterday.”

“Why did they do that?”

“To get back at me.”

“For what?”

“For what happened with Jerry and his locker yesterday.”

“What happened with Jerry and his locker? What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything except laugh. I’m going to get back at them though.”

He said all of this with a straight face.

This wasn’t going to be about “upping the competition.” This was about revenge. I’m sure that Trevor will have his “pound of flesh” too. He’s that kind of guy.

When Ben came into the lockerroom, he tried joking with Trevor, who gave him the “silent treatment,” hurried and got changed into his work uniform, and then hurried out the door to prepare his truck for the day. Ben looked at me, bewildered.

I just shook my head and said, “I told you. A bridge too far.”

“Wow, Trevor is pissed,” said Ben.

“Of course he is, what did you expect?”

The sad thing is, Ben and Jerry were just fucking around with Trevor. It was their way of ribbing him and saying that they like him, but Trevor can’t see that, or won’t see it. Now if things go the way that they could go, it’s going to turn into an escalation of arms. Trevor will “prank back” bigger and harder than Ben and Jerry did, to which those two guys will return the favor, thinking it’s all fun and games, only to Trevor it’s not.

This has the potential to get out of control and someone could end up getting hurt. I’m just going to stay out of the way and hopefully out of the blast zone when it does go down.

I’ve encountered a lot of guys over the years like Trevor. Thin-skinned gammas. I’m pretty sure you have too. Look over that list that I linked and see if there isn’t several traits that remind you of someone you know or have known.

Watch yourself around these guys. You can’t joke with them like someone who isn’t a gamma. And if you do happen to “bust their balls,” be prepared for some sort of retaliation, because it’s coming. It may not be something direct, it usually isn’t. Most gamma’s are too cowardly to come straight at you. It’ll be some form of indirect attack or a backstab. Something passive-aggressive.

You’ve been warned.

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