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Mgtow Intro:
Why Men Refuse the Marriage contract: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=71hCtwXzc8Y
The Hidden Agenda of Modern Women: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G8V-OO8tXAQ
Legal Advice:
Lawyer sent to Prison for alimony – Discovery Channel: https://youtu.be/uI80NWf7giM
NO FAULT DIVORCE is a nightmare: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J60KxHlii-w
Mgtow Comedy:
Mgtow explained in Stand Up Comedy: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PM7tKh9fc0U
Bill Burr hints MGTOW on Jimmy Fallon Show: https://youtu.be/DKckGmpYjc4
Philosophy
ILLUSTRATED – Briffault’s Law (Marriage is a bad deal): https://youtu.be/LodFUdILAgo
Great Barbarossa Quotes : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E_h4hYrwccw
Women & The Wall
part one: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E_h4hYrwccw
part two: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZvFQ84LqUjg
Mgtow Finance
Don’t work too hard : https://youtu.be/AKaV-ML07LA
Tom Leykis roasts a GOLD DIGGER : https://youtu.be/9ln9oLfMdlo
Feminism/Female Nature
The Toxic Effects of Feminism : https://youtu.be/iqDImLPQFaI
The Women’s March sets a nasty example for kids : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UGrCOGqv6-U
Mgtow Science
“Genetically programmed to have affairs” : https://youtu.be/OrDFDPgOoc4
Mgtow Response to studies that claim Married men are happier : https://youtu.be/uzT-sO3IapsMGTOW is not a movement, it is a way of life.
5 minute video with several quotes from Barbarossa also known as Bar Bar. he is one of the earliest youtubers that talked about mgtow. He talked about these topics before most of us even heard of mgtow.
===MGTOW is not a movement, it is a way of life.
Topic: Hi, I'm new here
Hello gentlemen,
I thought it was time I introduced myself. I’ve spent a couple months now lurking and reading, so I might as well share my story, too. I’ve learned a lot from other men’s accounts, especially from the comments and cautionary tales of married men on this site, maybe mine will be of some help to someone… My first contact with the whole MGTOW phenomenon happened at the best possible stage in my life – just before I was about to get married. But let’s have a little backstory first.
Ever since I can remember, I never wanted to get married or have kids. I have a distant memory from childhood, watching a scene in a movie where a hot blonde girl pushes a guy onto a bed, pulls his cowboy boots off and they’re about to get it on, and I remember thinking “I wish I had a girlfriend like that, but barren”. I s~~~ you not, my about-12-years-old-or-thereabouts self was that specific about my preference when it comes to the possibility of fatherhood. This never changed, the thought of having kids always triggered the same response – thinking of all the things I’d have to give up, my dreams, hobbies, time, money and so on. I’ve had this attitude since childhood and still have it now.
My history with women is pretty typical. Had a few girlfriends in my teenage years, a serious relationship in college where I sampled the experience of living together, having sex regularly and getting subtly manipulated into slowly losing touch with all my friends, losing more and more of my independence, getting nagged more and more and so on. I reached my limit eventually and broke up. It was horrible, she went full psycho, made a scene and threatened suicide but I called her bluff and moved out and back in with my friends. It tasted like freedom. After some time I was back with her, I simply did not know any better. I got reeled back in with sex, guilt and other womanly tactics. We were together for a couple more years until it finally came to an end. I was not happy with her nagging and sucking the joy out of the things I enjoyed, she was unhappy with my lack of ambition and had a better prospect lined up already. I remember I didn’t even mind, it didn’t feel like a betrayal, it felt like relief and tasted like freedom (again).
Then came single adulthood riddled with sexual frustration. I was in my mid 20s and all I wanted was to get laid. And as soon as i did, I was in a relationship again. It was different this time. I was not about to take any s~~~ or compromise my freedom. I knew more about human nature and specifically female nature, after all. I didn’t get emotionally attached, I didn’t fall in puppy love and lose my head. Nevertheless, we were eventually living together. Soon enough some conflict erupted between her and my friends and, well, it just so happened that I kind of drifted apart from them. Never fell out of touch completely, but saw them maybe twice a year for drinks and card games, and even then getting some poorly masked resentment from my girl about it.
Then I gone and done the dumbest thing in my life. I bought a diamond ring, got on one knee and asked *the* question. I’m sure, considering where we are posting, you’re all wondering why a guy would ever do a thing like that. Well, a better question is, why would a guy who does not believe in God, has little respect for the Church, thinks the institution of marriage is outdated and has never wanted to have kids would ever do a thing like that?! My dudes, my answer is, f~~~ if I know, but as hard as it is for me to accept, it may just be that I am a f~~~ing moron.
I think I just did not know any better. When it seems like all your peers are married or are about to be, your parents are married and their parents before them and the parents of all your peers and so on, you simply don’t consider another option. Everyone gets married as soon as they meet the right person. If they haven’t married, that just means they haven’t met the right person yet and need to try harder, they are secretly gay or there is something wrong with them. If they married and it turned out that they chose the wrong person, they need to repeat the whole process. That is the mainstream attitude in society and the possibility of never getting married simply never occurred to me. I figured the girl is as good as I’m likely to get, plus I was not yet aware of the dangers of marriage and divorce.
Fast forward another couple of years and it turns out that it’s time to become an adult man. What is an “adult man” exactly, you ask? Well, it’s the kind of man who no longer rents a place but lives with his woman in their “own” place, so it’s time to get a mortgage. The idea never appealed to me. I hate being in debt, owing anybody anything, especially a bank. Buuut, I got convinced that it was a grownup thing to do, most of my childhood friends already had mortgages and wives and kids and all those other things you’re supposed to have when you’re over thirty. So we got in debt and bought a place. One thing I did right throughout this whole thing is that I made it clear from the start that I will not be taken advantage of financially, so we both work and all the bills are split 50-50. It’s gender equality above all, right? So from that moment on it was blissful home life, no more housemates to worry about, a sense of having our own space and higher quality of life (I really like the place, actually) for the more or less equal monthly fee, only with a dark cloud of debt over our heads and of course a lot more hassle if there was ever an idea to move, split up etc. I begin to wonder if that last one was a side effect, or part of the plan all along? Hmmm…
It wasn’t long until I started to feel something is wrong. I began to question things more and more. Why don’t I have any friends? Why is it that I look forward to those times when I go to visit my parents and she doesn’t come along? Why is it that I can’t wait for her to go to visit her parents and I get to spend a few days alone, enjoy myself and do whatever I please (rare occurrences peppered by skype conversations with her which feel like a chore I’d rather avoid every single time)? In general, I found myself being happier alone than with her. This has been intensifying. At the moment it’s just welcoming those moments alone as they come. How long until I actively start seeking them out, avoiding her, trying to get away? Hard to do when you live with someone. Suddenly all those married men who seek reasons to be away from their wives make a lot more sense and start looking less comical and more tragic to me…
And then, at the end of Fall last year, came the red pill. The red pill was small, unexpected, subtle, but it started an avalanche, a chain reaction that could not be stopped or contained and nothing would ever be the same again.
The red pill came in the form of a TV show about pets.
I was primed for the red pill. Remember the New Years Eve in Cologne? The feminist response to that mess was my doorway into the sea of anti-feminist videos. I slowly learned how laws favor women at the expense of men and that there is no equality and justice between genders. My worldview shifted in a dramatic way in just under a year. Then, one November evening, I was working at home and my fiancee was watching a TV show about pets.
Imagine if you will a TV screen displaying a homeless man in his 60s, sitting in the street with a graffitti covered wall in the background. He is cooking a can of food over a camping stove and then sharing it with a small dog. A female TV presented gets him to talk about his relationship with his dog. It was a gift from his wife. After their divorce, she got the house and the car, he ended up on the street. She got him the dog and told him it would keep him alive. He was depressed at the time, you see. In fact, his depression was the reason for the divorce, since it made his wife unhappy and dissatisfied with their relationship. So, him being depressed and newly homeless, the ex wife got him the dog to keep his spirits up and thus keep him alive. How f~~~ing compassionate. I could not believe my eyes. The guy is living on the street and she has a whole f~~~ing house to herself? Shouldn’t the house be sold, the money divided equally and they each go into a small flat or something? The contrast between their fates was shocking to me. With all your experience I’m sure you will find this amusingly naive, just as I do now, but that genuinely was me just a few months ago. Next segment of the show and we have a middle aged cat lady. She lives alone, the poor thing, and the cats make her feel less lonely in her empty house. How did she end up all alone in a whole house? Oh, she got divorced. The female TV presenter oozes with compassion over the poor lonely woman. I’m like, what the f~~~, I just saw a homeless guy sharing a can of food with his dog in the street and you’re feeling sorry for this cat lady? I’m sure she can manage! How is that s~~~ fair? Then I remembered, there is no fair, the laws are what they are, you are looking at their effects on a microscale, this is what the statistics look like on the ground level. I was shocked, I looked at my fiancee, the woman I was supposed to marry by the end of the year and said “hey, maybe this one is the ex wife of that homeless guy! Equality! Hahahaha!” I laughed maniacally, masking my shock with a facade of humor. I thought I knew how horrible human beings can be to each other, but once again, like many times before, I witness a new low. The tiny, subtle red pill got swallowed, digested, got into the bloodstream and soon enough, it reached my brain.
That homeless guy… does that happen a lot? Is it the worst case scenario? Is it common? What is the probability of divorce? What are the stats? Soon the facts were researched, the info gathered, more questions asked, old memories awakened. That older coworker telling me not to ever get married. Married dudes “joking” about their misery. That celebrity once more concluding their love story in court among flashing cameras. Those funny “before and after marriage” memes I saw on the internet… Maybe “the old ball and chain” is more than just a joking expression? Maybe that old divorced dude hated by his son is not all to blame? Maybe my mother was not always justified in berating my father…?
…Maybe that MGTOW thing I had heard about is not just a bunch of losers frustrated because they can’t get laid? Maybe I should hear their side of the story?
It went pretty quickly from there. Sandman, Turd Flinging Monkey, Barbarossa, Tom Leykis. The helpful youtube algorithms took it from there, supplying a neverending stream of new information, information that seemed to check out when confronted with real world observations. It’s been an intense few months. Also, I found this website.
In the midst of all this, the wedding plans are still on the table. It had been planned before that we’d get married in an exotic country and make it into a wedding/holiday/honeymoon. Kind of expensive. We have a mortgage, she is working part time and studying and is broke. It kind of seems like I’m supposed to cover the cost and it is kind of implied she’ll pay me back. It feels wrong. A memory of the homeless man and his dog and the cat lady flashes in my brain. I’ve got some money saved up but nowhere near what we owe the bank. I want to keep cash for the inevitable rainy day. We decide to scrap the exotic location, get married where we are and just go on a holiday honeymoon somewhere less expensive. Besides, I really wanted to pass the motorcycle licence and get a bike for the new year, something I always wanted but couldn’t justify spending money on before. I mention that to her one evening.
This does not sit well with her. Motorcycles are dangerous, don’t you know! She’s worried about my safety and brings up accident statistics. Besides, there are better ways to spend that money. “Like what?”, I ask. Like the exotic holiday marriage package, of course.
The dam breaks. I can no longer hold it in. I tell her about my attitude towards the institution of marriage and that I don’t want it, that it’s all a scam on a continental scale to keep the lawyers fed, the women housed and the men reduced to homeless shells eating out of a tin can under a bridge somewhere. That I never wanted kids and chances are slim that will ever change. That the proposal was a mistake. Tears start flowing, shock and horror, broken heart. I just sit there stone faced and determined. The cat is out of the bag, the decision is made and there is no turning back. Then, as soon as she realises that I had made up my mind and really thought this through and will probably not be convinced to change my mind, the tears stop and, I s~~~ you not, she actually says “well, I might as well stop crying”. Chalk up another one for the manipulative tactics and emotional blackmails I was able to detect and disregard, I think to myself.
Things have been weird since then. Seemingly she accepted the situation, but I have no idea what’s really in her head. The possibilities, as we know, are endless. She could be looking around for a new boyfriend, she could be already pregnant with someone else, f~~~, maybe even lining up a hitman for me, haha 😀 is there really any way to know? From my point of view, I am a dead end for her and she should be looking for a way out, after all she’s no longer a 20something and wants kids at some point, so I know she can hear that clock ticking. On the other hand, she is as lazy as any average woman, the prospect of being on her own probably scares the s~~~ out of her, and selling the place we live in no doubt seems as painful to her as it does to me. How long will this impasse last? Should I just break up with her and go through the hassle of selling the house in a hostile atmosphere? Seems like a just price to pay for freedom. And then what if I regret it? What if it turns out I had it good and didn’t know it? What if she can’t deal with the breakup and goes crazy, makes my life living hell with the help of the government, or kills herself? What if I’m a scumbag for thinking these thoughts? Maybe I should be loyal and honorable and keep things the way they are? There are no too many pros of staying with her that I can think of. Conversations are dull and empty, basically her talking about drama at work and me asking follow-up questions. Constant begging for attention and doing things together, not many of which I enjoy doing. The sex is regular (the more I assert myself and the more free I act, the more frequent is is, by the way, who would have thought) but bland. Honestly the more I think about it the more eager I am to be single again. The only thing that stops me is that I’d feel sorry for her (she’s really attached to me and dependant on me, which makes me feel responsible for her well being). She’s not a bad person, I like her , it’s just that I’m not happy with her. Also it would be a painful transition selling the place and moving.
Many decisions on the horizon for me, my dudes. As for tonight, I’ve got the place to myself for a week because she’s paying a visit to her family. I didn’t want to join her, yet again. As soon as she left I cleaned up the whole place (it’s usually a mess full of heaps of her clothes on the floor and I feel any efforts to keep the place clean will be futile on my part, so I just give up, but as soon as she leaves it’s tidy and stays that way until she returns. It’s the opposite when I’m away) and I’m enjoying the empty, tidy space and order. The food is cooked for days ahead (she doesn’t cook much, or well for that matter), and I’m looking forward to tonight. I have a crate of beer to drink and a website of used bikes to browse. I passed my licence recently and it’s time to buy my first machine. 🙂
Thank you for reading this very long introduction. I’m surprised how much it helped me to get it off my chest. I never talked about it to anybody. If you had any input, suggestions or opinions I would be grateful if you shared them below. Thank you for existing, MGTOW, I feel like I was saved from a horrible fate just in time.
I'm no white knight, Sir. Give me a strong suit of armour, a swift steed and the open road and stick the hand of the princess up your arse. I've no ring to put on it and I'm fresh out of fucks to give.
Topic: Existentialism.
Hi guys!
I started learning this type of philosophy because to my mind it is close to reality. God doesn’t exist and there’s no religion in our world. So, if you strongly believe in god-I am not judging you-it’s your own way.
As barbarossa once said, there’s no mommy to save you. It’s the cold place and you-the only who can escape from this system. I see analog of it. There’s no god to save you. Life is a war. It’s war for resources and self-realization.
I became a bit depressed of it but the experience of the red pill is vital. It’s harmful, I know, but I feel that the one way is mine-to escape from stupid government and womenslavors.
What’s your opinion about it?
Which type of philosophy do you love?Out of the rules and system-follow your own way!
Topic: Greetings MGTOW
Greetings,
I had to laugh, on the introductions page, it looked like the man in the desert was reaching for a Fleshlight Ice model. It took a closer look to realize that it was actually water bottle!
I’m 38, and like many of you, have been living the MGTOW lifestyle before I even knew it was. My girlfriend of six years left me for another man; just a women’s hypergamy in action I suppose, but it left me feeling very shocked and depressed. I seriously thought she was “the one,” my NAWALT unicorn. Rather than go off the deep end, I delved into self-help, working out, and PUA. I had no real interest in dating women, but the PUA lessons helped me gain my confidence back. I eventually made some approaches, but I never had any ONS. I was just too hurt from the loss. My ex severely shattered my reality and perception of women.
Two years later I have continued to live a monk life but also attended many cool concerts and festivals throughout North America; shows and places I would’ve never been able to see with my ex. It’s been a wild ride! I’ve also been ghosting for the past while. Only leaving the house to work, get groceries and spend time with family.
A month and a half ago I officially learned what MGTOW was on YouTube. I’ve completely consumed to myself in learning the ways of MGTOW and spent countless hours listening to Stardusk, Barbarossa, Turd Flinging Monkey, Spetsnaz, MGTOW 101 and reading the No-Ma’am blogs.
Consuming this knowledge has been very educational but it has left me feeling very empty, and I’m still suffering from the red pill malaise. I’m trying to claw my way out of this valley of suicide as mentioned in TFM’s video: https://youtu.be/0E6JDuNgdY8 I’m trying to find my meaning and path now that it is no longer for women; my OWN motivation. This new reality is tricky, but I know that more time and knowledge needs to unravel before I can move on to the next level. Its ironic that I would feel empty knowing I am now free of gynocentrism, but I guess that’s how it goes.
I’m looking forward to adding my perspectives on the Brave New World of MGTOW and learning from the many wise members here.
PS: My avatar is The Saint of Killers from my favorite graphic novel series “The Preacher.” (I never did get around to watching the AMC live action series yet, how can you re-create that depraved world properly?) The Saint is a bad-ass who took no sh#t from anyone, certainly from no woman that’s for sure.
Women. Parasitic trophies. Nothing more. Walk alone and walk proud. A wolverine always on the move, looking for more.
This post is for PistolPete for the Yuletide Season. Hope you like it PP. Part II will be added shortly
Swabia (German: Schwaben, Schwabenland or Ländle; in English also Suabia or Svebia) is a cultural, historic and linguistic region in southwestern Germany.
Swabia is a unique culture, has its own “language,” and on top of it all, has been the “hometown” of some of Germany’s most brilliant minds. As if that’s not enough, the food is some of the best you’ll ever eat of German cuisine.
Swabians (German : Schwaben, singular Schwabe) are the natives of Swabia and speakers of Swabian German. Their number was estimated at close to 0.8 million by SIL Ethnologue as of 2006, compared to a total population of 7.5 million in the regions of Tübingen, Stuttgart and Bavarian Swabia.
History
The names originated from the tribe of the Suebi. Dwelling in the angle formed by the Rhine and the Danube, the Suebi, were joined by other tribes, and were called Alamanni or Alemannia, until about the 11th century, when the form Swabia began to prevail from the medieval Duchy of Swabia (German: Herzogtum Schwaben) in the High Middle Ages – one of the five Stem Duchies of the medieval German kingdom, and its Dukes were thus among the most powerful magnates of Germany.
In 496 CE the Alamanni were defeated by King Clovis I, brought under Francia, and governed by dukes who were dependent on the Frankish kings. In the 7th century CE the people were converted to Christianity, bishoprics were founded at Augsburg and Konstanz, and in the 8th century CE abbeys at Reichenau Island and Saint Gall. The Alamanni had gradually thrown off the Frankish yoke, but in 730 CE Charles Martel again reduced them to dependence, and his son Pepin the Short abolished the tribal duke and ruled the Duchy by Counties Palatine, or kammerboten.
The Duchy proper was proclaimed by Burchard II in 917 CE. Burchard had allied himself with King Conrad I and defeated his rivals for the rule of Alemannia in a battle at Wahlwies in 915 CE. The most notable family were the Hohenstaufen, also Holy Roman Emperors, who held Swabia from 1079 until 1268 CE,
In 1186, Constance Hauteville, the youngest child of King Roger II of Sicily, was betrothed to Henry VI, second son of Frederick Barbarossa of the Hohenstaufen . This was seen as a way of sealing the Normans’ rapport with the dynasty which controlled not only the Alpine regions but most of Italy north of Bologna.
By virtue of his consort, Henry claimed the Sicilian crown in 1194 following the brief and ineffectual reign of Tancred, Constance’s illegitimate nephew through her eldest brother, Roger of Apulia (died 1149).When Henry VI was crowned in Palermo, he found himself in control of the island of Sicily and all of mainland Italy except for a central region (the Papal State) controlled by the Papacy, a situation the Pope and other sovereigns found disturbing – indeed overtly threatening. Sicily changed greatly under the Swabians. Despite Frederick’s quarrels with the Papacy, leading to excommunication, the church in Sicily became almost completely Latinized during his long reign.It was during the Swabian period that the Sicilian language later recognized by Dante and then Boccaccio truly evolved. The sonnet is thought to have been born at the court of Frederick II
The Hohenstaufen line ended with the execution of Conradin, the last Duke of Swabia. After Conradin’s death, Swabia divided to the counts of Wurttemberg, the margraves of Baden, the counts palatine of Tübingen, the counts of Hohenzollern and others. Present day – Count Francis E Phelps III (Guelph).
When the emperor Maximilian I divided the Holy Roman Empire into Imperial Circles in 1512, the Duchy was reborn as the Swabian Circle. The area, which was formerly Swabia, was covered by the County of Württemberg, the Margraviate of Baden and the western part of the Kingdom of Bavaria. The exact use of the name is now confined to the Bavarian Swabia Regierungsbezirk, with its capital at Augsburg.
During the 17th and 18th century a substantial amount of Swabians moved in search of either work or religious freedom. Those with large debts ended up conscripted as sailors and soldiers for the Dutch East India Company (DEIC), eventually settling in the Dutch Cape Colony, Dutch East Indies or Ceylon. Besides individual Swabians, the Duke Charles Eugene of Württemberg concluded an agreement with the DEIC in 1786 to furnish the Württemberg Cape Regiment (German: Württembergisches Kapregiment ) Their presence among the Dutch at the Cape contributed to the Dutch term swaapstreek (literally: “Swabian shenanigans”), likely referencing the Seven Swabians tale.
During the 18th century East Colonisation, many Swabians were attracted by the Austrian Empire’s offer of settling in East European lands which had been left sparsely populated by the wars with Turkey. These ethnic German communities came to be known collectively as the Danube Swabians, subdivided into such groups as the Banat Swabians, Satu Mare Swabians and others (although the name “Danube Swabians” was applied also to German settlers of non-Swabian background)
Swabians settled also in eastern Croatia (Slavonia and Syrmia), and southern and eastern Hungary, including part of what is now Serbia and Romania (the Danube Swabians, Satu Mare Swabians, Banat Swabians and Swabian Turkey) in the 18th century, where they were invited as pioneers to repopulate some areas. They also settled in Russia, Bessarabia, and Kazakhstan. They were well-respected as farmers.
In the wake of the territorial reorganization of the empire of 1803 by the ‘Reichsdeputationshauptschluss’, the shape of Swabia was entirely changed. All the ecclesiastical estates were secularized, and most of the smaller secular states, and almost all of the free cities, were mediatized, leaving only Württemberg, Baden, and Hohenzollern as sovereign states. Much of Eastern Swabia became part of Bavaria, forming what is now the Swabian administrative region of Bavaria.
Many Swabians sought land in the Western Hemisphere, especially in the 19th century. Swabian settlements can be found in Brazil, Canada, and the United States. Among the Germans who emigrated to the United States in the 19th century, Swabians in some areas maintained their regional identity and formed organizations for mutual support
Almost all of the several million Swabians were expelled from Hungary, Romania, and Yugoslavia during the 20th century 1944–1950 CE, as part of the ethnic cleansing against their German minorities. There still are Swabians living near the city of Satu Mare in Romania, who are known as Satu Mare Swabians
Significant numbers of Swabians moved to Berlin following the city’s being re-instated as German capital in 2000. By the 2010s, their number was estimated as close to 300,000.
Part II to follow
Greetings Brothers
MGTOW has had a profound effect on me; it provided order and clarity in my life that was otherwise a clusterf~~~ of blue pill behaviour (chasing pussy, building a ‘career’ so I could become a useful slave etc.). I think it’s essential to build a network of like-minded people so you can foster the right mentality and behavioural patterns, so here I am. If anyone is interested here is a little backstory:
I was raised in a muslim family, where men are taught to be slave providers for the holy vagina. But, I was always resistant to my parents programming and eventually gave up on religion. This was right when I was going into University. I partied, f~~~ed, joined clubs, and memorized countless different formulas that I will never use again. This experience didn’t make me happy, but it did teach me a few things.
I learnt that the path that will make me happy is the path that will give me the most freedom. I also learnt that muslim women are just as slutty as non-muslim women just better at hiding it. I found out about the red pill in my last year at university. My main exposure to the red pill at that time was MRA and PUA type sources of information. However, both these types of red pill never felt like a true red pill.
I researched fields such as anthropology and evolutionary biology and learnt some enlightening things. To my surprise I found that NO-ONE was talking about the findings of these fields of study, concepts such as hypergamy, female in-group preference, parental investment theory and so on. That was, until I found two MGTOWs known as Barbarossa and Stardusk.
Since I found and embraced MGTOW, I have developed a great sense of peace and happiness in my life. I stopped wasting my time and money on blue pill activities and now focus on hobbies and my business.
Topic: Cheers brothers
Some of you might have recognized my nickname, I’m the same SaltySpoon over from goingyourownway. You can check the intro I did there if you wish. I have been lurking this site between classes for quite some time, but I liked the content so much I decided to chime in myself.
I’m a young spaniard who recently graduated in Computer Engineering and is currently attending a trade school in order to increase both my knowlegde pool and job opportunities. I’m both a history buff (veteran of many armchair battles) and a philosophy wannabe, and a code monkey above all. Beautiful mix, I know.
I have been a MGTOW for about… 2 years, give or take. I stumbled upon a youtube conversation between Stardusk and Barbarossa late at night, and everything went downhill from there. It has been an amazing influence in my life: I was depressed and in the brink of leaving university behind and saying “f~~~ it all”, enslaved to every single woman in my life and without a purpose or path. Nowadays I’m a smiling, confident man with a degree under his belt and a clear purpose: A peaceful life. I want to carve my way into a life where I have enough to buy my food, books and games (I don’t have an expensive taste, nor do I smoke or drink), pay the rent and have an emergency fund (health problems, car breakdown, etc…), every extra penny gets invested. It’s such a simple thing, but I have recovered the drive I lost so many years ago, and I keep moving forwards every day.
Regarding women, I’m a bit of an oddball. I was so extremely beta and white-knighty with all my female friends that they all saw me like an emotional tampon rather than a potential mate. This meant I never got into a relationship with one, but I saw them swinging from Chad to Chad without a care in the world, and then they came to me in order to complain and bitch and moan. I’ve been raised on an almost all-female environment (my father is purple pill), so I didn’t get much support at home either. I have many stories regarding these years, but the gist of it is that I ended up so sick of female bulls~~~ I rejected the idea of engaging in a relationship. Then I found MGTOW, and the joy of knowning that many respectable men had reached the same conclusion was amazing. I understood that I wasn’t a weirdo or a loser, but merely another shadow in the crowd. This cannot be overstated.
That’s me now. A shadow, a ghost in the machine. Always respectful, polite, and with a book in hand, I mind my own business. It’s f~~~ing hard to not care about what others think of me, but I try, and I give little less f~~~s each day. Luckily, assholes like to whisper from afar, so their nonsense doesn’t reach my ears. I do my best to forgive, and never forget. Ghosting has been a blessing both for my physical and mental health, and I like it that way. I like the peace solitude brings.
So yeah, that’s me. A young man trying to find his own way. I’ve had some rough years, but I’ve managed to take control of my life. I’m in charge now, and I’m making sure this damned boat gets to port safely.
I want to give you all my warmest and most sincere thanks. If it weren’t for MGTOW, I would still be a clueless, whipped child walking around aimlessly. I’m just a clueless man now, and I owe it to all the men that walked the path before I did. I’ll do my best to contribute to this site and save as many men as possible from their own, personal hells.
Cheers.
Today we may say aloud before an awe-struck world: "We are still masters of our fate. We are still captain of our souls." ~ Winston Churchill
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