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[Ever5Participant]

yeah, that’s what makes me nervous, and being I don’t want to go out of country or whatever, I think it cost 2-3 grand. Which yeah, I can pay for, and totally worth it if I want to have sex. Won’t have to be paranoid about unplanned pregnancy. And looking back, I have had plenty of “close” calls from being young and naive.

Remember the first girl I slept with, “I’m on birth control”, still I wore a condom for fear of STD’s. A year after I stopped seeing her, she was 8 months pregnant. Meaning she got pregnant within like 6 months of me seeing her.

I was dumb too. If a woman told me she couldn’t get pregnant, I’d believe her. Luckily, I only had unprotected sex with two women, both much older. And yeah, looking back, I was “lucky”, I really was. I figured if a woman was in her late 30’s, she could not get pregnant. Turns out, most unplanned pregnancy occurs with women in their late 30’s, early 40’s, who think they can’t get pregnant. I was f~~~ing lucky, for real. That was really f~~~ing dumb of me, luckily, no kids, no pregnancies. I’m still single and kid free. And I want to keep it that way.

Women will lie, that’s something I’ve known but thought I’d never be with a woman that would outright lie. And I have, but I wore a condom and wasn’t with them that long. So I came out ok. But, the only reason I wore the condom was because I was worried about STD’s because I wasn’t in a relationship with them. If they had got me in a relationship, it wouldn’t have been long before I’d stop wearing the condom. And that’s only natural. If someone is going to be with the same woman, even if it’s not living with them, just seeing them once or twice a week or whatever, that condom is eventually going to come off. I don’t think any man can stop himself from that.

I got to get a vasectomy if I want to be involved sexually with women. And being young like I am, and learning all this stuff and seeing how the world works and how to be involved with women and not get screwed over emotionally or financially. I probably will. But I’ll get a vasectomy first.

One thing I can say, I haven’t been with a woman in quite some time now, almost a year, and before that, close to a year. Went on a spell and went out with like 10 women over the course of 3 months several months ago before just deciding to quit and getting into MGTOW. Not being involved with women, just being celibate/abstinent, has really been helpful in my getting a clearer picture of reality and overcoming a lot of my BS. Like I’m finally at a place where I’m OK not having a woman, and even more so, not wanting to be in a relationship with them. Before I was really hung up on the NAWALT crap, searching for that. Now, even if the NAWALT did exist, I still don’t think I would want it. Just too much of a headache, the bare minimum of needing to deal with another human being on a regular basis.

Truth has no place to live in the mind of a woman.

Note: I had no plans to spend like 20 minutes typing this and was only going to mention the fact we all die anyways and also, this gumball video makes you see the full scale of the quicksand we’re in. It’s not just the U.S. 20 trillion debt, it’s much worse. Long story short… seeing as my story is a bunch of rambling that I’m not sure is actually related. My question though, unless you believe in reincarnation, what’s the point of putting in so much effort to get through life when we all die anyways. And someday the planet itself will probably be blown up killing everyone. Why shouldn’t you just live in a camper on the beach with a jet ski, doing odd jobs for your basic essentials to get by? Why not just enjoy life use your free time to help others when you can? I honestly not longer care about stuff. I’ve seen enough of it and of course I would like to keep computer, phone, internet and video game collection and I mentioned a jet ski to toy around on. But in general, if we all die, why fight to live and produce offspring that will die as well? Would suck if the “bank people” collapsed the world’s economy to allow the Muhammads to not only kill your offspring, rape your offspring, but worse, impregnate your offspring making your lineage at some point being a rape baby possibly raised to be a Muhammad. Now your offspring is fighting for pedo prophet… see? It’s like the butterfly effect and it’s not cool. So…. why try, we all die. What says you?

^Also longer than planned and full of pointless rant.

Maybe I’ve already started this topic, I don’t know. This might be the only time I’m posting sober. Last time there was a good conversation going in the middle of the night but then the site went down. Anyways…

If well all die, what’s the point of sleeping 8 hours a night, working 9 hours a day(maybe more), but you’ve still got shower, dinner, laundry, vacuuming, paying bills, running errands etc. That leaves you an average of 5 hours free time a day maybe? But maybe you’re married or dating and have to spend time with them. Possibly have pets to take out for bathroom, walk or litter box, playtime and feeding. And if children are involved, your time is 100% shot. So, why even reproduce?

I grew up worried about losing my parents consistently and wondered about why I’d have a child to put through that. Then my mom died when I was 27 few years ago and life was shattered. Once the girlfriend dumped me who was there through it all, I went into the gutter. I was already drinking regularly for years through depression but this time was different, because it was all I had to forget. I’ve finally feel I’ve picked up all the pieces and come out through the other side, but then I ask myself why? Even if I weren’t physically disabled from a spinal cord injury, I would still have no desire to go around smashing tang. It’s screwed up for girls to play me so why would I want to play them? And though I don’t know that I’ll ever decide to be with another girl for the remainder of my life, I would only consider it if they haven’t banged double digit dudes, weren’t openly dating around, preferably aren’t covered in tattoos.. the older I get though, what are the odds of that?

I don’t care about material items outside of the basics and maybe a few fun items. I’m a gimp that prefers not going out as much as possible because people are screwed up phonies. So in reality, what purpose is someone like me here for? I don’t want to bang strange, I don’t want to put kids through this screwed up world, and even if I did have a family and worked for tons of money, why? I’m going to die. They’re going to die. We’re all going to die. I used to think long term relationship aiming for marriage was the only goal that mattered, finding a partner. But then you get screwed over after 1 year, 2 years, 3 years, 4 years… I’ve spent over a decade years in relationships with a handful of people and I’m barely 30. I’ve been with 7 girls and 3 were pretty random but I was 17-18 before my spinal cord injury when that happened… and I wasn’t proud of it. I actually dated long distance for 2 years never having sex, just cam stuff and she actually sent me a bunch of gifts, I never sent her anything. We texted 24/7 for those 2 years. Had I fulfilled what I thought was the ultimate goal, a perfect wife who loved me with everything, but then what? We die anyways. And again, our kids if we created some would die eventually too. And someday, we’ll probably blow ourselves up or asteroid.

I don’t believe man landed on Moon or that there is a rover on Mars, so I don’t believe we’ll ever inhabit another planet. I no longer believe in life forms outside of Earth. I actually believe that there most likely is a God or creator, and I actually believe Jesus is the perfect person to emulate in terms of how to be as a human. In other words, we don’t need a million types of phones for example. Or a million types of shoes and clothing. Basically, we have too much choice and too much technology, which will ultimately be what kills us I assume. They use that technology to lie to us and deceive us. In the end, who cares? We are going to die. Whether you believe in Heaven or Hell, or you believe in nothing, everything you do won’t matter and your offspring will all die too. Unless you believe in reincarnation, what’s the point? Why save up a little bit of money, get a camper to park by the beach with a jet ski, and then do odd jobs to cover basic essentials for the day(s) and using the rest of your time to enjoy life or maybe do some charity work to help others.

With my line of thinking at this point, add in what I know to be true about “bank people” controlling the world and most likely believing in God or nothing, or computer simulation… unless you believe in reincarnation, who cares? Death is inevitable and you’ll be leaving. I don’t think that that means we need to replace our phones, laptops etc. every 2-3 years and create as much garbage as we do, building on all of the landing while the government(s) hoards the rest for themselves, kicking people out of Alaskan forests, arresting people for being homeless, paying taxes just to own land which the government gets a piece every year. F~~~ me… now, look at this gumball video about why letting immigrants in is terrible. Half the world is garbage, letting in a small amount that doesn’t make a dent screws up the new host countries system even further. They used to only take the smart ones and good ones willing to work, which makes the country their leaving worse going forward to improve the country they’re going to. Now they’re taking bad ones “fleeing” and leaving the border open. Anyways, winning the battles is hopeless, and killing people to survive is pointless since we are all going to die anyways, at some point the entire world will go die together.

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I didn’t read over this to edit it, and I’m a little loopy on some meds and some of that puff doggy. Hence the long insignificant ramble.

[John Woods 13Participant]

Please, don’t get the following wrong, rather, take it as constructive criticism from someone who knows what he’s talking about. You’ll also see, if you search some of my comments that I have personally been VERY critical of the Baby Boomer generation. But, I do have to point out some things to you.

Anonymous wrote:

I do feel critical about baby boomers with regards to you ignoring climate change (I hope that’s not too much of topic), but I definitely don’t blame your entire generation of it.

There was NO so-called “Climate change” when the baby boomers were running things. Back then, the scare of the day was Global Cooling.
Then, when I was in school, they started a new scare called Global Warming, remember that one? We were all supposed to be fried by 2015.
Then, by the mid 2000s, or thereabouts, the big shot “Climatologists” at the UN saw that their warming models were not holding up, so they had to scramble to find another scare, in order to keep their MULTI-BILLION dollar research grants flowing. Also, many a Wall Street billionaire had invested heavily in the Carbon Credit racket, so they too had a vested interest in keeping the gravy train rolling.
Thus, “Climate Change” was born. It was genius, actually. Evil, but genius.
Whereas, Global Cooling or Global Warming CAN be debunked, by simple empirical observation (i.e. The f~~~ing temperature did not go down as predicted in the first instance, and the f~~~ing temperature did not go up in the second instance), Climate Change can be neither quantified, nor modelled and most importantly, it cannot be DEBUNKED. Thus, keeping the gravy train as well as the bureaucrats’ power going in perpetuity.
And, they don’t even have to fake data and reports anymore, as they were proven to have done in the CLIMATEGATE scandal. Why? Because the main stream media, as the disaster chasers that they are, are deploying the scare tactics for them.
So now, all they have to do is just point to any natural disaster and say it’s yet another proof of Climate Change.
If it’s hot, it’s climate change. If it’s cold, it’s climate change. If a volcano erupts, it’s climate change. If a meteor falls from the sky, you guessed it, it’s climate change.
And, they put all their propaganda everywhere. Every nature documentary is filled with this s~~~. Every news report, every biology, geography or any other natural science course is full of this Climate change propaganda bulls~~~.

Anonymous wrote:

Nonetheless, you’ll have more difficulty convincing me that your generation took interest in protecting the environment in general.

Not that is a whole different animal. You see, one of the tricks these Climate f~~~ers employed was to confuse people so as not to see a distinction between Climate Cooling/Warming/Change and Pollution. And no, CO2 is NOT a pollutant, you study biology so you should know at least that much. Do your research bro. If there is anything that the baby boomers did right was clean up. By the time WW2 was over, and soon after, pollution was rampant. At least in the west, in that half century since then, almost ALL pollution is gone. The air is way cleaner, entire river systems were brought back to life. Re-forestation took place, coral seeding and farming, fish re-stocking, wildlife re-stocking, protected areas, industrial restructuring to eliminate pollutants, catalytic converters, clean diesel…etc, etc, all done by the baby boomers (all purchased on debt by the way, that we will have to re-pay, but that’s a whole other story). Anyway, the point is that we have an extremely clean and pollution free environment in the WEST at least, compared to 50-60 years ago.

Anonymous wrote:

I am a student of molecular biology with a major in development. Currently I’m a at a masters course and I hope to be a doctorate candidate.
I am very interested in synthesis of artificial organs and how that could revolutionize medicine. This is my most important life goal, and I will feel content playing a small role in making it happen.

Work: broke student….
and I live in a dormitory.

And this explains why you still believe this Global Warming bulls~~~.
You like nature, so you must have watched all the indoctrination documentaries that brainwashed you into believing this s~~~. Also, you had this stuff into every one of your course books. Also, all your professors were spewing this stuff, just like good little Marxists that they are.
And, last but not least, you are a young and broke student. At this point in your life you have NO POWER. You cannot affect anything. You are NOT important. But, as any young man, you would like to feel as though you are. So, what if I told you that you could be a hero? What if I told you that YOU could SAVE THE PLANET? Yes, you see, just by believing in Global Warming and by being in the fight to SAVE THE PLANET, you are now a hero and feel very important. You see? You see how your own mind is playing tricks on you and makes you work against your better judgement?
But don’t feel bad. We all do things like this when we are very young, because we need to feel important and that we are a part of something bigger than just our miserable and boring “Broke student” existence.

It’s the same reason some of us got married and started families, to feel important. To be “The hero”.

You may not believe me now, and it’s OK. But at some point in your life, your brain will take over fully and you will realise just how much you were driven by hormones and feelings. Then you will do your research based purely on facts and you will see the truth. And then, you will think back on what I said and you will acknowledge that you HAD BEEN TOLD. Someone told you. Someone warned you.

Nobody warned me. Nobody told me. I had to discover all these things and more by myself.

One final word of advice. At your age, forget about politics. Forget about Climate change and all the other clap trap. Focus on making MONEY. Be the best molecular biologist you can be. Go in the private sector and make MONEY. Stay the f~~~ away from Academia as they will destroy your soul.
Once you are successful and you have a lot of money, then you can affect whatever change you want. And by that that time you will also have a clearer picture of how the world really is.
Don’t you find it strange that most older men on this forum say they wish they went back in time and kick their own ass when they were younger? You will also look back on yourself and think the same thing.

Time to tell Captain Planet to f~~~ off!
Good luck bro!

The answer is NO. “I could but I won’t”. Memini murum!

[Anonymous]

To any who might see this as racist or hateful: I really tried to avoid labeling any particular group of people. I just wanted to comment on different social structures, in different regions of the planet.

And to all who, rightfully, pointed out that “fighting for our rights” is not part of the platform: I apologize. I did not put my idea forward clear enough. Passive-aggressive approach (declining to do something) is still “fighting for our rights” in my book, but I understand how people might easily misunderstand me.

To bstoffers: What kind of introduction? I am happy to provide it, but naturally without any specific personal info. This is the internet after all.

And finally, to all who said that we should just abandon the boat: I might have misunderstood the MGTOW platform. I thought we are simply men who decided to stop conforming to society. I agree with that wholeheartedly. But I still think that there are some good parts about our way of life, like freedom of expression, how we value education, and look towards progress etc… I think this is worth saving and the best way to do this, in my opinion, is with good parenting, rather than importing people.
Is that racist? Seriously, I don’t know if it is… I didn’t know it had anything to do with race. It might be conservative, but since when is that an invalid way of thinking?

[xanthineParticipant]

Pretty much exactly the way I’m living right now. Young and untethered, still at the beginning of my career. Making good money, managing my finances very efficiently, and watching them improve rapidly. It feels great to be finally tasting success after so many years being a broke ass college student. Now all my plans that i spent years drawing out are coming to fruition. Best part is i take care of no one but myself…and no one else has her grubby little paws on my wallet!

I kid you not, now when people ask me how i am, i always say “living the dream baby!” AND mean it 100%.

[Can’t Stump TrumpParticipant]

The answer to your first question is easy: I’m a Roman Catholic. I can already hear the groans of disgust, and I don’t blame you. Our pope is a f~~~ing feminist Marxist nutcase, many of our priests are child abusers, many of our officials are criminals, and our history is littered with scandals and corruption. However, I will state again that it’s a composition fallacy to assume I endorse child abuse, feminism, and corruption just because other members of my religion happen to behind closed doors. So why am I a Catholic, especially with so many other religions to choose from?

I mentioned my “denomination” (though Catholicism isn’t really a denomination) to give you a quick answer to your first question, but now I’m going to take a step back so I can approach the second question in a logical order.

The first step is the existence of God. There are lots of good reasons to believe in God, ranging from the intelligent design of the universe, to our natural instinct to believe in a higher power, and even to miracles (the weakest, but still plausible argument for God’s existence). However, all those things can be explained in different (albeit less reasonable) ways, and, as I said before, I leave nothing to chance.

Having thoroughly examined the writings of the great philosophers and thinkers of history, I reached the conclusion that God’s existence is demonstrable (i.e. provable) as surely as 2 + 2 = 4. There are a massive number of extremely intelligent people who believed this and even wrote proofs of God’s existence, including Plato, Aristotle, Aquinas, Anselm, Augustine, and even Descartes (not joking about this, you can easily fact check me on any encyclopedia of philosophy). If you are really interested in the proof, here’s a link to my post where I make the argument for God’s existence, using the writings of these great thinkers as my basis: PROOF HERE

Now convinced that there is a God who possesses all the properties ascribed to him, such as infinite power, wisdom, goodness, and love (all contained in the proof above), my next question is: what implications does the existence of this being have on our lives? If a supremely intelligent being created me and everyone else, he did so for a reason. But how can we know this reason unless he communicates it to us? How can we know our purpose when God is so far beyond the reach of our intellect that we would not even be able to comprehend his words if he spoke to us? It is reasonable, in fact necessary, that a being of infinite goodness would communicate our purpose to us. This is the path to religion. However, every religion has different teachings, and, like all the questions in life, there is only one right answer.

Since a good God would communicate his purpose to his creatures, the only religions worthy of consideration are those which claim divine revelation as their source. A man-made religion, while not necessarily nonsense, cannot contain the full truth. Most religions throughout history were created by men, who understood that God exists, but knew nothing about him, and therefore worshiped him in the best way they could. If that were the best we could hope for, then so be it. God doesn’t ask for more than our best, but he’s also not satisfied with anything less. Therefore, we must always keep looking.

Narrowing our search to religions that claim revelation as their source and worship only ONE God (again, a necessary conclusion of the above proof), we come to Christianity, Judaism, and Islam. The Jews believed in God because, as is written in the Old Testament, he was very active in their history. It’s kind of hard not to believe when you see the Red Sea part before your eyes or bread falling from heaven. But did these things really happen? If the Old Testament is true, there should be some way for us to know it. The answer lies in the prophecies of the Redeemer/Messiah/Christ. The prophecies which ACTUALLY CAME TRUE to the very letter, from his birth place, to his ministry, to his teachings, to his death, and, finally, to the fact that he was the Son of God.

This brings us to the New Testament and, more specifically, to the person of Christ. I won’t spend much time on the topic of whether Jesus actually existed or not. In my experience, those who claim Jesus wasn’t real typically have an agenda. The evidence is not in their favor. To deny the existence of Jesus (despite numerous writings about him), you would also have to deny the existence of his followers and of St. Paul (whose many letters have survived to this day in the New Testament), as well as offer an explanation of the rapid growth amidst persecution and martyrdom of a religion founded by a man who somehow never existed at all. I believe Jesus existed because it is reasonable to do so. We have more written records of Jesus than we do of many other famous historical figures (early kings and emperors), but no one denies THEIR existence because there is nothing at stake.

Moving back to Jesus, is it reasonable to believe he really was the Son of God? Yes, for several reasons. First, as you may know from reading the Bible, he fulfilled prophecies written about him hundreds (even thousands) of years before he was born. Second, his teachings actually match what any reasonable person would expect from a GOOD God. Not “slaughter the infidels and rape their women,” but “love your neighbor as yourself” and “do unto others as you would have them do unto you.” Third, his actions and teachings make literally zero sense if he wasn’t who he claimed to be.

As C. S. Lewis put it, Jesus was a lunatic, a liar, or the Lord. If he was a lunatic, you can’t reasonably account for his ridiculous intelligence (proof of which can easily be found in his debates with the Pharisees and scribes, wherein he not only offers rebuttals worthy of Socrates, but even answers their questions with parables that teach profound truths with such utter simplicity). Jesus was able to enunciate with a few words teachings that philosophers have written treatises on without matching his insight and eloquence. If he was a liar, then he would have no reason to insist all the way through an extraordinarily painful death that he was the Son of God. Even to the end, he could have avoided his Crucifixion simply by answering “no” when the chief priest asked if he was the son of God. With full knowledge of what was in store for him, he continued to maintain that he really was the son of God. That leaves us with the most reasonable option: that he really was who he says he was, namely, the Son of God: the Redeemer of mankind.

Therefore, it is reasonable to look to the teachings of Jesus in order to learn what our purpose is. Among those teachings, which are familiar to most people, is the statement to Peter: “You are Peter, and upon this rock I will build my Church.” This is the moment when Christ founded the Christian religion. He founded it on Peter because Peter was the head of that Church. When Peter died, he was succeeded by a second pope, and then a third, and then a fourth, and the current pope is his successor, the 266th pope of the Church of Christ (yes, we know every single pope all the way back to Peter).

At its founding, this Church was not called the Catholic Church, and the religion was not called Catholicism: it was simply Christianity. With the arrival of new denominations, it became necessary for us to have our own name to distinguish us from other sects. That’s why I say Catholicism is not really a denomination: it’s the only “variant” of Christianity that traces its founding all the way back to Christ. Every other denomination can trace its founding to a man (e.g., Lutherans to Luther, Calvinists to Calvin) or simply to a movement, but not back to the very words of Christ himself.

So what’s up with all the corruption in the Catholic Church? Simply put, the Church is made up of humans, and humans are not perfect. In fact, most of us are downright evil. If anything, the fact that the Catholic Church still exists after so long and after so many wars and persecutions is itself quite surprising. But there’s nothing I can do if our pope is f~~~ed in the head. The Israelites in the Old Testament also had bad leaders, and that was generally the result of the Israelites following a general trend of disobedience. The fact that we currently have such a rotten pope is likely a punishment for the general unfaithfulness of Catholics. We Catholics have been doing a s~~~ job of practicing what we preach and living according to Christ’s teachings, so it’s no surprise that we’re being punished with a leader who gives us a bad name and violates everything we hold sacred. Not much I can do about that except pray for better times, but I’m not going to stop believing in Christ’s teachings just because the majority of his so-called followers are corrupt.

All the other Christian denominations have teachings that are different from Catholicism. These are quite easy to find on the internet, though I’ll share any that you’re interested in discussing. Suffice it to say that I trust the Church that Christ himself founded more than I trust a denomination founded by a mere man or a movement, but, more importantly, I do not agree with the ways in which they diverge from Catholic teachings because I don’t think their beliefs are supported by the Bible. I don’t know what denominations my fellow Christian MGTOW are from, and, frankly, I don’t particularly care. Our differences are minute compared to our shared beliefs, and I suspect I have more in common with people like MGTOW Knight and Red Pill Bible than I do with some random Catholic in the street, who’s probably never read the Bible and wouldn’t agree with its teachings even if he did. There are major divisions even within the Catholic Church, but I think (or at least hope) that I’ve said enough.

Sorry the post is so long, but I felt if I was going to answer your question, I should at least do it full justice. I hope I explained myself clearly enough, and I’m happy to answer more questions if you want. I’d also be interested to hear about YOUR beliefs and why you hold them. Doesn’t hurt to get to know each other a little better.

Women are better at multitasking? Fucking up several things at once is not multitasking.

[Ranger OneParticipant]

Well I finally got impatient waiting for the divorce certificate, so I got 8’x4′ 3/4″ plywood and laid out the initial track & buildings, modified a tiny bit from my original plans 12 years ago.

I did however finally order an electric guitar (a basic one). (I already have acoustic and classical guitars).

So on the day after I get my divorce certificate (hopefully this week), I’ll be sipping a pina colada and cranking on my electric guitar. I already got the pineapple juice.

All my life I've had doubts about who I am, where I belonged. Now I'm like the arrow that springs from the bow. No hesitation, no doubts. The path is clear. And what are you? Alive. Everything else is negotiable. Women have rights; men have responsibilities; MGTOW have freedom. Marriage is for chumps. If someone stands in the way of true justice, you simply walk up behind them and stab them in the heart-R'as al Ghul.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

It cannot be reasoned with, engaged with, or fought with.

It has NO compassion, and NO empathy.

It is a pure, evil, man killer.

It devours all men in it’s path.

RUN.

Agreed, MATRIX, absolutely.

That “machine” really shined it’s evil darkness on me when in my late 20s’ an evil witch named Vanessa planned and orchestrated a manstraction right before my eyes like a blackwidow spider! Boasting about it in front of my GF at the time, she said she’s only marrying him for his money then plans to take his house he and his father built for the both of them! She said it with no remorse whatsoever and treated him like s~~~ as she continued riding the c~~~ carousel! True to the heartless demon inside her she took him for all she could!

Someone educated her on taking advantage of men and stealing all that she could. She knew the law like the back of her hand! Hard copy: “how to f~~~ over men”.

Rest assured wherever she is the WALL has destroyed her, I just know it!

After that she convinced my GF I wasn’t worth it, together they were when she came out to tell me it’s over! No warning whatsoever on her behalf! However, an ominous feeling came over me as if we were telepathically connected and through “the force” I somehow felt the moment she made that decision, I drove to her house somehow just knowing and bracing myself for what the force was telling me.

After she said it’s over, I turned around without a word and left her driveway sideways fishtailing down the street eventually slamming the brakes to recover then opening it up to about 70mph, then slowing down and trembling I was so F~~~ING MAD! Two c~~~s against one following a demon!

That was the last and final time I allowed a woman to “jolt” my emotions!

F~~~ THEM AND THEIR SHOCK THERAPY!

Hey VANESSA! I can only hope you’re burning in hell!

[HydroParticipant]

The service will also create five regional review committees inspired by an internationally lauded oversight model in Philadelphia, in which advocates who work with female victims of violence can examine case files for signs of bias and investigative missteps.

So the feminist advocacy groups who are falsely promoting that there is a “rape culture” will now be given access to the police case files.

From there, the OPP will implement a final layer of scrutiny in its regional review committees, which will be comprised of advocates, Crown attorneys who specialize in sexual assault law and victim-services representatives. The current plan is for these groups to audit randomly selected sexual assault cases – not just unfounded files – on a quarterly basis with full access to the unredacted investigative files, including the complainant, suspect and witness video interviews. Full access is a key element of the Philadelphia model.

Even worse, these feminist filth will now be given access to unredacted investigative files, information that the police previously kept private and confidential. This will surely include the identities of many men who are victims of false rape accusations.

Hello Gentlemen,

first of all, I believe it would be polite to introduce myself shortly. I am 30 yrs old, living in Prague, Czech republic, working in a car industry as an IT manager, enthusiastic fisherman which I consider more lifestyle thing than a hobby. I am sorry for my english skill (which is far away from being perfect), but should be enough to deliver the message. I found MGTOW on a different forum and to be honest, it was really surprising for me since I never thought there are other men like me. I went through many topics here on the forum with my mouth wide open, because it feels like someone managed to describe my life completely. That is why I will be completely honest, knowing it might be a little bit dangerous since we are on the internet. F**k it.

Ever since I was 15 years old, I dreamed about having a woman in my life. Except a few affairs I had 3 relations~~~s. First one dumped me mercilessly at the age of 19 after sponsoring her for a whole week in Prague (she was not sure, if she wanted to stay with me, so she let the week decide – obviously without me knowing this fact). It was one of the first red pill moments, but I was too young, naive and full of hormones to understand it. No need to say, I was completely destroyed. It took me about 10 months to get myself together and start working on myself again. Unfortunately, there was no lesson learned so I continued looking for another one, which I met 2 years later. There were many obvious hints about this being a highway to hell, but I ignored them as I thought that that was the way everything was supposed to work. I almost gave up fishing, lost many friends from high school because she did not like them.. All I heard was me being lazy, not doing enough for her etc. Sex was allowed about once per month with something like predefined rules. I even moved with her together, but finally I came to an idea there was something wrong and that I expected more from my life (like true love and such BS). Still 24 years old, I did not have enough inner strength to end it, always thinking about I do not want to hurt her after 5 years, simply ingoring my own needs and goals. Eventually, a coincidence showed me the way, yet still not the right one. I met someone else, who dumped me after two months, cheating on me with her current husband, but it served its purpose. In the meantime, because of a lot of stress and pure unhappiness, I started suffering from an anxiety disorder, so I had to start taking pills and visiting a therapist. I decided to stay single as long as possible, in order to get myself finally together and stop f*cking up my life. It was one hell of a year, filled up with fishing, going to pub with friends, working on my career, playing computer games, basically doing whatever I wanted without being controlled, yelled at.

It felt so good I lost all my caution and got caught by the last one. At start, she looked like THE one. I ignored my gut and self-preservation instinct, eventually moving with her together. Well, I got what I deserved. Sort of a living hell. Nothing was good enough for this snowflake. She wanted me to pay for almost everything, bitching about me not buying her expensive purses and other stuff like that. I even found her a job at the company I worked for those days. Sex was terrible of course, as i was not allowed to do this, that and that. The final moment came when she told me she would never be with me if I was not on such a high position at work (Sales manager). Last 3 months of this 2 years relations~~~, I planned my escape, saved money, dumped her, recommended her to go see a shrink and moved to my own place, where I also live ATM. I call it my men cave (fishing stuff all over the place, refrigerator full of beer, meat etc). No women outside family allowed under any circumstances.

The last sexually driven free of charge interaction with a woman took place 6 months ago during a business trip, helping my friends company with sales. I tried to perform some steps in order to pump and dump her, which worked pretty fine until the moment she started crying and asking why does it always have to end like this, accusing me of making a bet with my friend. This was apparently a s~~~ test (not knowing this term back those days) which I most probably failed answering something like hey, this is not a marriage proposal, stop being so dramatic. I retreated back to my hotel room, opened a bottle of beer and watched TV. Guess who knocked on the door wearing nothing but underwear. The problem was I was too tired with this BS and lost my interest after her emotional drama, so I did nothing and after the hamster in her head started running again, she left. NO MORE STUPID GAMES following the rules written by shallow and simple creatures, whose only advantage is an extra hole.

It has been almost two years when I finally pulled my head out of my butt and started thinking like a man. I would call this last one my red pill moment. Recalled the memories of a single life, starting worshipping freedom above all. Moving on with career, currently earning more than 92% employees in the country, doing whatever I want without anyone destroying these precious outcomes of my work and focus. Buying expensive fishing gear, a boat, spending holiday meditating in our family hut without anyone bitching there is no electricity etc. I came to a peace of mind thanks to living with eyes open, looking at everything realistically, founding out many interesting facts described on this page. I simply became fed up with this f*cked up culture where man´s life purpose is to fullfill the needs of a woman. The evidence is everywhere around us. No need to talk about dating sites. I performed some tests in the field, which confirmed AWALT(more about this later, maybe). My problem is that I am still not ready for a full monk mode – this will hopefully come later.

Ever since then, when the need occurs, I pay for a hooker. It is not that expensive, if you consider a fact that the only thing it costs you is money and you get exactly what you pay for. Some might say there should be this chemical-inside-the-brain process (love) involved, but if it means spending money for a useless expensive stuff, being miserable all the time and then getting laid in predefined conditions, who the hell does that voluntarily? I saw my two uncles getting divorce raped, because they had a need for younger woman but did not want to solve it like I did. This influenced me a lot. Almost everyone around me is either married or has a long-term girlfriend. Many of them are not satisfied, but refuse to do anything about it. Some of them even envy me my freedom. I feel sorry for them, but thats all I can do about it. It was their decision. In my opinion, except intimate things, everything can be done better with men. Starting with a simple conversation, ending with e.g. 2 week trip into the nature.

Maybe I am not 100% MGTOW in your eyes, as I have to admit my weakness giving everyone a chance to prove themselves being worthy my time, but in general I am done with women, watching my borders cautiously, planning my future without them. I would really love to cut them off completely, but I am living in a society and have to work somehow within it (working level etc).
However, there are still many threats on the way like social pressure. I am dealing with them easily, but it gets annoying – like mosquito in your bedroom. Men are still being judged by others using only one measure, which is their capability to obtain a pussy. I am a decent person and cannot treat other human beings like sh*t for no reason. I rather do not treat them at all. If someone is dumb, I just do not waste time wih that person. Because of this, I am really tired explaining my steps to others (knowing that 70% of the people are really stupid), being very often marked as weird, bitter, asocial, rude and crude. I simply stopped giving a f*ck.

Is it really IT?

I just don't trust anything that bleeds for five days and doesn't die.

Another long one guys. Don’t have to read it, just posting my thoughts.

I’ve read a lot of books on these Yogi dudes, not the flexible kind but the students of religion who are considered to be masters. One of the things most of them talk about is how “sex” is a downer, that it brings you down. And they practice being celibate/abstinent. Then other text have talked about how the desire for women is something that has held men down in the earthly plane, keeping them from moving on or whatever, keeping them in bondage/slavery. Keeping them from going free.

I always questioned these ideas, thinking that these men must either be A-Sexual or deliberately punishing themselves.

Then I think about the natural progression of men on these spiritual type transformations. They almost all seem to come to this conclusion. Stop chasing women. And they teach that it’s a natural progression, referring to ideas of reincarnation and what not. The process over many lifetimes, that eventually the man will stop caring about women, stop being trapped by them and the their desire for them.

It never occurred to me that these men might not be practicing self-restraint. And it certainly never occurred to me that living this way was moving into more happiness, into more of a positive existence, happier, probably peaceful would be a more appropriate word, yet I do feel happier but I have always thought happiness to be a futile goal. Maybe it isn’t, maybe I was just searching for it in the wrong way.

I’m not saying I’m there yet, but it seems I’m moving closer and closer to this state of just simply no longer being “pulled” by sex/women at all, as in no effort. I notice myself not looking up when a woman walks past me to see if she’s hot. And I’m not forcing myself to not look, I just simply don’t care. I see it as almost strings of a puppeteer that are finally being cut loose.

I realize that when I think about women, thinking about how nice it would be…. That I’m literally giving away my power, it’s robbing me of my esteem, my peace. The more I’m gaining my independence, the more of these realizations I am having. And some of these realizations are quite dark.

A woman once told me that when a man gave away his power, she didn’t use those words, she found it to be a significant turn off. She said that when a man goes out of his way for a woman, it’s a turn off, it’s disgusting, it’s very unattractive. Basically what this revealed to me is that when a man is in love with a woman, the woman actually finds him to be unattractive, disgusting. Because what does a man do when he is in love… He does things for the woman. That’s how a man expresses love, through doing. Yet, women find this unattractive, a significant turn off.

Growing up as a child, I was probably 15, a really old man once told me that I’d never have an equally loving relationship. He wasn’t talking at me, he was talking in general. He was a widower if that’s the word, his wife had past away several years before I knew him. He basically said that in all relationships, one individual will love the other “more”. That the idea of an equal relationship, mutual benefit, it did not exist.

I’ve searched and search… I believe he is correct as I have not yet seen this to not be the case.

There is a song out there.
“Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This)”

Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody’s looking for something
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused

It seems to me, that who ever created us, whether that be god, or some alien that bred us, played a very cruel joke.

Genesis 2:24 Therefore shall a man leave his father and his mother, and shall cleave unto his wife: and they shall be one flesh.

“Cleave” – become emotionally invested in, attached… Yet, this is the very thing women despise, find disgusting, unattractive. They talk down at it. Say it’s pathetic. Then go see Chad, LOL!

What is this???? If it is not a big F’n joke?

“Love” is not real. It never has been and it never will be, including from one’s parents, it isn’t real, it’s a lie and an illusion.

But I do find that “Peace” is something that is real and something that can be obtained. The more I investigate into myself, the more I have let go of these desires for something that I KNOW isn’t real, and have known for a very long time, but kept going into denial. The more I have just sat down with myself and faced “it”, the more and more peace I’m discovering, peace behind the pain, behind the denial.

It’s like the song. In relationships there is one or the other. Used vs being used. Abused vs. being abused. Personally I don’t want a part in either side of that “game”, that “joke”. Not for me.

You can’t be in love with a woman and have her love you back… It doesn’t work that way, she’ll actually find it to be a turn off. You can have sex with a woman, but you can’t be in love with her, unless she’s taking advantage of you, looking to get into that wallet, divorce rape, etc. These women are insane who say they want a man to love them, because once the man does love them, they are turned off. That’s just the way it has been set up. We were created that way.

It’s a joke. And to be honest, going as deep within myself as I have, escaping more and more of these chains of bondage created by illusion. I’m starting to laugh at it all too. It is kind of funny the more and more I step away from it and choose not to be a part of it. It is quite funny.

F~~~ love… and F~~~ this “joke”. I’d rather have peace.

Truth has no place to live in the mind of a woman.

[Anonymous]

Shaka Zulu wrote:

ive been keeping this rage/sadness locked inside cos i dont want people thinking im a softy,

No, you are not a softy. Finally realizing, that you have problems that you shouldn’t have, thinking on them and asking for advice is actually a brave thing, its the first step.

Shaka Zulu wrote:

Its only behind closed doors

typical modus operandi of women.

So if you stay with your mom, I hope you have your own computer / device you visit this site on, and she has no access to it and the whole thing is encrypted an password protected and your private documents too. Privacy is a useful thing in these situation, saying as I was at my mom until age of 25.

Not having a job can destroy any relationship alone, even if you found a magic unicorn. Money is a big issue, number one reason for couples fighting on, whether they are rich or poor, women want more money (and your valuable lifetime) on THEIR goals.

And, multiply your free time taken away with a typical hourly wage there, that’s how it’s worth theoretically – or more because it is limited and here I don’t count stress that costs even more time to digest. Never let women take your time, money, and emotional peace. And “women” that includes your mom and exes and other women too.

I’m saying, that being under stress at home literally costs you money. You will realize it later, you will be capable of better work (for more money) if you are in peace.

But first get a job, collect up cash stash in a bank account or safe ,so mom cannot take it away and does not know about it – never tell her how much you make. Better would be to get a job in another city, so you need to move there, rent a room there, and never look back (not more than once in a few weeks, so you have control of the relationship to your mom)

It is better to have an easy to digest reason (like work) to move away. I just moved away with no other reason than being stressed unhappy and being disliked & ignored by girls for living with mom. It was f~~~ing scary emotionally as I could not use those reasons and there were fights on why I move away when I have the same job etc and its not far away.

Shaka Zulu wrote:

She then told me she doesnt need permission to talk to my friends

She doesn’t need to know who are your new friends. She doesn’t have the phone numbers of current friends, I guess so just don’t invite them to your moms home. Meet them at their place, at parties / bars / library / whatever public places you like.

Shaka Zulu wrote:

Also she doesnt want me to have any girls over, she literally found me in bed with my ex gf over a year ago and chased her away while i was naked,

That’s extreme controlling behavior. You are seen by your mom as a house pet which she can humiliate and it never bites back. She may actually enjoy seeing you being upset and snapped. She is a psycho, don’t try to reason with her, go away.

Shaka Zulu wrote:

The gf broke up with me

That one should have been a huge red pill moment on life stuff. That clearly happened due to your mom. (that’s why I never brought girls home in my younger age) Okay, we are not for relationships at this site, but you lost a lot of fun due to your psycho mother. And you are still there. Get a control on your life.

Shaka Zulu wrote:

What im asking for is advice on dealing with her while im still living with her and working on my exit plan…

Okay, so: privacy, cash stash hidden, no blah-blah talking what you do. Not even to anyone she knows.
I was sitting in the library browsing internet or books and planning my escape on pieces of paper (keep them private or use some other method)
Never give her any clue about what are you planning, it will create more fights. Poker-face , shut mouth,and do your stuff behind her back. That was what I exactly did. I already had a job for many years, then I organized the apartment rent in secret, paid for the first months, bought household stuff into the apartment in secret, also brought away some of my not so obvious (easy to see if missing) stuff in my everyday backpack. (Leave fully packed, arrive with less stuff. Be creative and don’t overdo it) Final step can be putting the final stuff in a few bags and call a taxi when she is not home. That’s similar to what I did. (Although mine was more action-movie style, my mom was 100% at home, no job and other outside activity at all (retired) so I packed my last package of stuff on my bicycle at 2 am in complete silence and moved them to the flat. Then back, poker face, and went to work normally as everyday. I have a good poker face when I want. She did not realize my move away until she found in my room that my clothes are missing from the cupboard)

[DorkShitParticipant]

In the south it’s called southern charm. Always reminds me of the “oracle” in the movie matrix.

When I relocated here I planned to be here temporarily for a few years. Decided to make it my forever home with water on three sides and one way in.

Anyway, had to re-tag truck and went into motor vehicle place. Met a black southern woman at the counter and she looked and spoke just like the Oracle lady. The other state was being difficult and she took it upon herself to “dial them up.” As she got shuffled from one person to another she would be put on hold. I mention that she reminds me of the oracle. She said, “ahh swettie, i get that all the time, but thank yah for the compliment.

Finally, she gets to a woman with authority to release some document that I need. The other lady was being down right hateful about procedures. The oracle kept right on baking cookies with a southern charm. Finally, the forms were released and all was good.

The oracle hung up the phone and said, “boy, she sure was salty.”

Like others have said it’s cultural. Down here the pace is slower. I refer to it as going at the pace of picking cotton in the dog days of summer.

In the end, it is their charming way. They aren’t throwing shade.

Now, hold my beer and watch this.

Peace brothers

Hello Everyone,

I joined at 10:00pm. Couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t stop thinking. Bought Ghost so I could write. It’s now 4:00am and I should try to sleep because a couple of young marines are coming by the house to help with some renovations. But I can’t sleep. I need help.

Where do I begin? From the beginning I suppose. Before I do, realize I have a LOT of blue pill mentality. I admit that.

In 1995, I wanted to rule the world, and thought I was doing a good job at it. I was dating multiple women, racing motorcycles, doing modeling, filming TV shows and even got a bit part in a movie. I was becoming a leader in technology in my state. But I was unhappy because I felt that no one could keep up with me. At the peak of my god like high on myself, I met a woman who refused all of my attention. This got my attention, and I desperately wanted to be with her. She wasn’t fooled by my bull s~~~, and I found that irresistible. No matter what I did, I could not get a date with her. One Friday, after everyone else left the office, I asked her out one last time. It was her final chance to be with the most awesome guy in the universe. I offered her to come watch me race that weekend. She said no. Of course.

That weekend I crashed my motorcycle at high speed. I broke my back, my leg, my ribs, and my face. More shattered than body was my ego. This was my first great change in life. What changed me the most was the amount of compassion people gave me, people I scorned for being too simple, slow, stupid, or boring. These people who I hated gave me support and friendship during the long recovery. I couldn’t do anything for myself. Other people took care of me. I was deeply sorry and guilty for my arrogance. In the blink of an eye, I learned very painfully the power of humility. The person who changed me the most during this time was the woman I had been chasing. We began dating while I was still in a back brace and crutches with my face and eyes black. We dated innocently for a long time as I was incapable of doing anything romantic. The situation was romantic enough. I learned how to listen, and to share my feelings. We married three years later.

We began building a powerful life right away. She left the legal field and worked for me. We bought a house and moved my father in so he could retire and live out his days in paradise. We then bought another house next door for her parents. All the while the business was growing and we were working very hard and very well together. Using my architectural background, I began planning a massive remodel of the first house that could hold the business as well as a large family. With all of the grandparents on premise, good income, and plans for making room and comfort for everyone, we turned our attention to having children. That’s when she was diagnosed with breast cancer. I didn’t understand the implications at first. We caught it early so the chances of her full recovery were excellent, but the price for saving her life was children. Looking back, we could have done more to try and have kids and/or plan ahead by freezing some of her eggs before chemo and radiation ravaged her body. Instead of thinking ahead at how I would feel in the future about not being a father, I relied on my ego and decided I’d never want to be a dad, that that was too simple, too boring, and stupid. I turned harder to business and making money and building the house. I turned our first house into a four story mansion complete with elevator and all the technology I was good at. Building became my obsession. I was running from a voice deep inside my heart, a voice calling to me from the future – the voice of my unborn child. Way down in my subconscious, buried below the memories of my parents divorce, was a seething hatred of my wife. I hated her for failing to provide the one and true and most powerful resource that women have. The power of life.

I hid my anger very well. I hid it by being the ultimate husband. I compensated for my loss by providing her, my father, her parents, and everyone we made contact great material comforts. I was the greatest friend on earth, always helping people and consoling them in their hour of need. I took responsibility for my failure to be a father by deciding I didn’t deserve to be one, and that I would make up for it with success and service to others. There was a moment, right after she was diagnosed and the doctors made it clear that children were no longer an option, that I thought of leaving her. For I moment I saw a future of loneliness with no one there for me like they were there for me when I crashed my bike. But I could not bring myself to do it. I decided that my vows were more important than my need to carry on through my offspring. I took pride in my choice and this sustained me for a while. It sustained me until my father died.

My father died tragically three years ago. He was struck by a postal truck while riding his motorcycle to the grocery store. He died while we were fighting about something stupid and not speaking to each other. He died in pain and loneliness and I was not there for him. Nobody in the family knew what had happened until later in the day. I remember that day very well. I was in the garage working on something and I knew my dad had gone out on his bike as he always did on grocery day. Shortly after he left, I heard the wail of an ambulance very close to home. I thought nothing of it. There’s always a fire truck or ambulance blaring in the distance because we live close to a fire station. I didn’t know that the sirens I heard were for my father. He didn’t die right away. He made one call from the emergency room that evening. He called my mother in law to ask if she would feed his cat. That call was the first anyone knew of the accident. I tried to go see him but he had requested no visitors. I did go see him the next day, but it was too late. The cat still lives with me.

My behavior following my father’s death baffles my ultra logical mind. I started racing motorcycles again. No sooner than I got back on track, I crashed again. I broke – again – the very same leg I broke 20 years ago. I have a titanium rod in that leg from the first accident, and this accident bent that rod. The surgeons could not operate without removing my leg to remove the old rod, a procedure so fraught with potential complications that they advised against it. So I committed to rehab again, to live with a bent leg. You can’t tell now there’s a metal rod with a ten degree bow in it running the length of my left tibia. I hide my weaknesses well. The real casualty of this second accident three years ago was my wife. She was livid. She was terrified. My stupid action opened the floodgates of her anger. She could not forgive me for being so wreckless. She couldn’t trust that I wasn’t going crazy and ruin everything we had built by ruining myself so carelessly. For six months I had to live on the ground floor apartment where my dad had lived because the elevator to this four story monstrosity of a house was not complete. Six months sleeping alone, with a giant cast on my leg, reminiscent of being unable to make love as before, spelled the end of romance between me and my wife. We have not shared the bed since, even though I’m fully fit and craving affection.

We were working toward reconciliation, to starting over, but then her father passed away a year and a half ago from lung cancer. His only wish was to die at home, so we all hunkered down for the long protracted battle and eventual passing. Her father got his wish, and he passed peacefully surrounded by loved ones the day after Thanksgiving. My wife was the only one actually by his side upon his last breath. She came to us all where we were gathered and announced he had gone. And with that, she was gone too. We did nothing but argue after that. What were our plans for her mom? What were our plans for ourselves? I could tell she had made her mind to devote herself to her mother and not me, although she would not admit this. We grew even more distant. Which is why I decided that I would move on. I didn’t know how I would, but I knew that I still had a chance to restore my family, and that I was going to find a way with or without her. I prayed. I’m agnostic but have a deep spirit, so I prayed to whatever force there is that I would not go quietly into the night. That I would have someone to teach for at least a little while with the life I have left. That I would have someone to leave it all to.

This would be a good time to explain my beliefs on adoption and what not. I don’t want to adopt. I don’t want to hire an egg donor and surrogate. I want my child. There are two natural god given rights that we humans have. Freedom and Procreation. Everybody glosses over procreation because it comes so easy for some people. Baby making is taken for granted. I wish that were so in my case. It all comes into sharp focus when you sit down with a financial advisor and trust attorney and they say, “this would be a lot easier if you had children.” as they hand you a phone number for charitable foundations you can will everything too. No, I believe I’m a good person with exceptional genes that has a right to carry on. But more than that, I believe a child should be brought into this world and raised by the biological parents. Anything less is a lie.

My wife understands and supports my position. We are acknowledging this long, embattled, three year separation with a divorce so that I’m free to pursue a new marriage. Yet we are partners in business and property. The divorce will not be destructive or costly. In exchange for her cooperation, I will not run away and do something crazy. I will support her dream to care for her mother in this large house. In spirit I own the 1st and 2nd floors and can raise a family there, and she owns and can care for her mother on the 3rd and 4th. There’s also the house next door which I’m going to rent out next month to another family, but arrangements can change depending on needs. It’s the most civil divorce known to man you might say. But it presents challenges to anyone I meet and may fall in love with. I have yet to grasp the female heart, but I do know that no matter how civil, cordial, or practical arrangements may be, there is always the creep factor, that sense in a woman that a man is always hedging his bets or not true to his agreements.

Which brings me to the final complexity, the one that keeps me up at night. A year and a half ago, after I moved out of the apartment where I recovered from my second accident and where my father lived, I advertised the apartment for rent. None of the candidates were good enough for the luxury accomodations (price) I had built into the apartment. None except one. A young woman, 23, supported by her parents and loans, starting graduate school at the University just down the road from my house. I tried not to rent to her, but there was no reason not too except for the fact that she was exceptionally beautiful. With my marriage ending and my burning need to make a child, I knew that I would be drawn to this woman against all of the taboos. Age, landlord/tenant, you name it. I avoided her for six months, just collected her rent. But a year ago she asked if I would make an exception on the lease and let her get a puppy. She hardly goes out, never has anyone over, and studies all of the time. I said yes to the puppy.

The puppy was the cutest dog you have ever seen. A cinnamon Chow Chow. Spunky for a chow. And smart. She brought the puppy out a lot for everyone to play with. As the puppy grew and I bonded with it, I offered to take her and her owner to the dog parks. My tenant doesn’t drive, and I have a surf van as well as a supercar, so it seemed on the up and up to go to the dark park a couple of times a week. And through these park runs, usually at sunset, my tenant and I grew close. Very close, sharing intimate details of our lives to the point age that landlord/tenant barriers seemed irrelevant. My wife observed and told me, “you guys are raising a child together.” meaning the care and upbringing of the dog. And that was a true and powerful observation that I refused to acknowledge that led to more arguments. I was content to going to the park, to being friends with my tenant. I discarded fantasies of a life with this girl as fast as they entered my mind. I could handle myself and I knew I would. But then the dog got hurt. It was a routine vet exam and the technicians manhandled the dog and dislocated her hip. Nobody knew what had happened, even the vet. We all thought it was a pulled muscle that would go away. But it didn’t. The dog couldn’t run with me any more in the park, and would fall down wailing in pain. This went on for two months until I finally demanded of my tenant that she demand exams and treatment at no cost to her. She followed my advice, which is why we know now what we didn’t know when it could have been dealt with better. As little as one week ago, the dog underwent surgery to remove the hip socket bone. The dog will have a hipless hip, and be maimed for life. That is something I identify with. It was during the waiting period between learning what her injury was and getting the surgery that my tenant and I got too close. Call it stress, call it guilt over playing a boyfriend girlfriend game at the expense of this poor animal, but for a couple weekends in a row my tenant and I hung out in the garage in my surf van, drinking wine and listening to music. She was always dressed in basically her underwear and I was always sweaty from work. The pressure got to me and I reached out to hold her hand. She did not withdraw. Instead I withdrew and left, frustrated and confused. I wrote her the next day saying we could not do what we were doing. I felt guilty, as if I had taken advantage of this young woman. So I gave her the last month rent free, to acknowledge that I had crossed the line. We’re not talking jump change either. It’s $1,500 a month for a nice apartment in Hawaii.

I realize now that I gave her a month’s rent free because I want to give her another month rent free, and another, and another, until I’ve made her dependent on me. I want to pay for her graduate school, and her next tattoo, and her next hair appointment. I want to pay pay pay because that’s all I know how to do. It’s how I feel powerful. I know I’m the biggest White Knight there ever was, and I can’t stop. It’s an addiction.

I know what’s going on intellectually, but it doesn’t seem to matter. This woman, half my age, without any conscious thought, has trapped me, and I cheered it on. She gets rides to places in my supercar. She asked for the dog knowing I would be drawn to it and we would bond. She visits me in my garage and watches me work, always after she took a shower and smelling like sandalwood. She took the free rent plus all the other upgrades like AC, flat screen tv, new carpet, plus little grocery benefits, making me dependent on my need to give. She baited me, I baited her, and now we are stuck. We’re stuck because she’s not talking to me. A tenant in my own home is icing me out like she’s my wife already. And I’m a sucker for getting mad about it.

I got fed up yesterday and texted an ultimatum to knock off the silent routine because the rent is coming up and the lease expires and I need to know if she’s going to extend for another six months. That got through and her answer was she didn’t know. But the choice isn’t hers to stay or not! It’s mine! I’m the landlord. I am literally THE MAN in this situation. But I can’t bring myself to exercise my legal power and boot her out! I want to hold onto that power. I want to be held under her power.

I know in my mind there is no woman in the world so amazing that she’s worth all my frustration and energy. I’m telling myself it’s not her fault she’s a bitch, that it’s this culture that has f~~~ed her up. I’m telling myself she’s not a f~~~ed up tease because I’M THE F~~~ED UP TEASE. I have dangled treasure and attention in front of her, I have not hid the separation from my wife. Why have I done this?

I love the notion that at 52 I can so absolutely attract a 23 year old. I love what it does for my ego. Yet I have enough to satisfy my ego. Why can’t I stay focused on those activities? I think because I’m still chasing the dream of fatherhood, and any fertile woman in close proximity seems a vital resource I don’t want to let go.

If I had to boil this down to one question of the MGTOW members, my question would be directed toward those elder MGTOWs who do not have children through choice. Did you ever have a burning need to be a dad, and how did you come to peace with giving that up?

[Anonymous]

Weddings are planned by women and paid for by men. The final cost is legal fees when the divorce comes.
I can only say avoid avoid avoid. It’s easy say no, run don’t walk, the other way.
There is absolutely no point to any man being married. It’s just a way of throwing your life away.

[WhackerGuy2030Participant]

The wedding planning process is the capstone s~~~ test. If the man is still there come wedding day and says “I do,” then he’s passed her final s~~~ test and the rest of the wedding is a celebration of a successful kill by a woman, and all her friends come to admire it, much like hunters marvel at a once in a lifetime dead deer, hanging from a meat pole.

[IRuleMeParticipant]

Removed wrote:

This is all women. When in Hawaii, I had a few girls who would cancel dates to be with me. I thought, “how lucky am I,” in my dumb and young years. The lucky ones were those other guys, as they didn’t end up with women bugging the hell out of them when you moved on, constantly wanting gifts and attention. Fortunately, I did not have enough time in those days to make in bigger mistakes, such as marriage, else I definitely would have. I made that mistake later.

I do not want to think about how much money I blew in those years.

Instead, think about how much you DIDN’T blow.

Beer wrote:

I’m not defending this chick at all, she did a pretty s~~~ty thing here, but regardless it seems like the guy is a total idiot…like we’re only getting half the story. He may have just bugged her for weeks for a date, she finally said yes to shut him up, then she no showed and dropped the hammer on him so he’d f~~~ off.

I’ll admit, I’ve been blown off a few times in the past, although nothing this harsh. The thing is if I went back in time with red pill knowledge I wouldn’t have been so surprised or upset when it happened. I guess hind sight is always 20/20 but come on…you don’t just get a text out of the blue saying “I’m standing you up while I’m off f~~~ing other guys” with absolutely zero warning signs things weren’t working out for you before that.

Can’t Stump Trump wrote:

Tip for lurkers, if you’re still into “dating.” Only plan a date for an event or activity that you would want to do on your own free time anyway. If she doesn’t show, flush her number and have a good time doing what you enjoy anyway. Dinner dates are already pretty stupid; ordering before she even shows up is off the charts. Play stupid games win stupid prizes. Hope this guy learned his lesson.

I agree…like I said already I’ve been blown off a few times in the past, and there were two things about it that bugged me more than actually getting blown off. One was not doing something else fun and wasting a night waiting to hear back from someone with no intentions of going out with you that night, and the other was the times I texted or called them after the fact to figure out what was up.

If you must date, you aren’t dating, you are giving some c~~~ the privilege of joining you while you do something you’d enjoy doing regardless of if she shows or not, and if she blows you off never f~~~ing contact her. One chance, per chick, per lifetime, and she blew hers. I mean come on…even if her parents died in a car crash it would take her about 3 seconds to text you “sorry, family emergency, let’s reschedule,” where as silence is just an intentional gigantic “F~~~ YOU” in the modern day of cell phones where people never leave home without it.

They obviously knew each other because he talked about her favorite dish. I’d venture they were friends, he had the hots for her, asked her out, she said yes not to feel bad, and then blew him off for Chad Thunderc~~~.

[BeerParticipant]

I’m not defending this chick at all, she did a pretty s~~~ty thing here, but regardless it seems like the guy is a total idiot…like we’re only getting half the story. He may have just bugged her for weeks for a date, she finally said yes to shut him up, then she no showed and dropped the hammer on him so he’d f~~~ off.

I’ll admit, I’ve been blown off a few times in the past, although nothing this harsh. The thing is if I went back in time with red pill knowledge I wouldn’t have been so surprised or upset when it happened. I guess hind sight is always 20/20 but come on…you don’t just get a text out of the blue saying “I’m standing you up while I’m off f~~~ing other guys” with absolutely zero warning signs things weren’t working out for you before that.

Can’t Stump Trump wrote:

Tip for lurkers, if you’re still into “dating.” Only plan a date for an event or activity that you would want to do on your own free time anyway. If she doesn’t show, flush her number and have a good time doing what you enjoy anyway. Dinner dates are already pretty stupid; ordering before she even shows up is off the charts. Play stupid games win stupid prizes. Hope this guy learned his lesson.

I agree…like I said already I’ve been blown off a few times in the past, and there were two things about it that bugged me more than actually getting blown off. One was not doing something else fun and wasting a night waiting to hear back from someone with no intentions of going out with you that night, and the other was the times I texted or called them after the fact to figure out what was up.

If you must date, you aren’t dating, you are giving some c~~~ the privilege of joining you while you do something you’d enjoy doing regardless of if she shows or not, and if she blows you off never f~~~ing contact her. One chance, per chick, per lifetime, and she blew hers. I mean come on…even if her parents died in a car crash it would take her about 3 seconds to text you “sorry, family emergency, let’s reschedule,” where as silence is just an intentional gigantic “F~~~ YOU” in the modern day of cell phones where people never leave home without it.

[ForeverDoneParticipant]

MGTOW Knight wrote:

Shamefully,

I was in this exact situation during my junior year of college. Not only that, but it occurred on f~~~ing Valentine’s day. Turns out my date was with another guy, probably blowing him. I made reservations for this c~~~ to the nicest seafood restaurant in College Station, Tx. You know, since she told me she really likes salmon. The plan was for me to pick her up @ 6pm in order for us to make our 6:30 reservation at Rockfish. Well needless to say, she wasn’t home, and she kept ghosting me. She finally answers my call around 6:20ish. She kept telling me that she would meet me there.

I get there, and I wait for over a f~~~ing hour…

She never showed… F~~~ing embarrassing…

I felt like a dog with his tail between his legs. I could feel the leering of others in the restaurant. I looked like a complete fool. I overdid everything for nothing. I called her once more to figure out wtf the deal was. Well she kept going on about how she needed to study, blah, blah. Yeah, on f~~~ing Valentine’s Day… I finally said f~~~ it and left everything; the chocolates, the roses, and more importantly my dignity. I told the waiter to keep them. I even bought the c~~~ Godiva Chocolates too, not some s~~~ty Russel Stovers, wtf… Well I later find out she was f~~~ing multiple CHADS at once. This was my first exposure to the orbiter phenomena, and I was regretfully in that f~~~ing zone.

Now looking back, I was such a f~~~ing simp…

Never again will I celebrate this bulls~~~ holiday, NEVER AGAIN

To make a long story short, the night ended up with me spending the weekend arrested in the Brazos County Jail…

I stupidly let the c~~~ get to me.

I couldn’t even post bail, until my roommate from Dallas returned back to College Station. He had to pay my bail.

I spent three f~~~ing days in jail, after having my f~~~ing heart ripped out…

The c~~~ even had the audacity to say I deserved it, and sent me a picture of the dude she was f~~~ing, while I was in jail.

Heartless, and unwavering all because I called her out on her bulls~~~ when I got out.

All because I expected her to fulfill a commitment to our dinner.

Guys stay away from these c~~~s, they will only hurt you in the end.

They ALWAYS have a guy in the wings, ALWAYS…

How did you end up in jail?

[MGTOW KnightParticipant]

Shamefully,

I was in this exact situation during my junior year of college. Not only that, but it occurred on f~~~ing Valentine’s day. Turns out my date was with another guy, probably blowing him. I made reservations for this c~~~ to the nicest seafood restaurant in College Station, Tx. You know, since she told me she really likes salmon. The plan was for me to pick her up @ 6pm in order for us to make our 6:30 reservation at Rockfish. Well needless to say, she wasn’t home, and she kept ghosting me. She finally answers my call around 6:20ish. She kept telling me that she would meet me there.

I get there, and I wait for over a f~~~ing hour…

She never showed… F~~~ing embarrassing…

I felt like a dog with his tail between his legs. I could feel the leering of others in the restaurant. I looked like a complete fool. I overdid everything for nothing. I called her once more to figure out wtf the deal was. Well she kept going on about how she needed to study, blah, blah. Yeah, on f~~~ing Valentine’s Day… I finally said f~~~ it and left everything; the chocolates, the roses, and more importantly my dignity. I told the waiter to keep them. I even bought the c~~~ Godiva Chocolates too, not some s~~~ty Russel Stovers, wtf… Well I later find out she was f~~~ing multiple CHADS at once. This was my first exposure to the orbiter phenomena, and I was regretfully in that f~~~ing zone.

Now looking back, I was such a f~~~ing simp…

Never again will I celebrate this bulls~~~ holiday, NEVER AGAIN

To make a long story short, the night ended up with me spending the weekend arrested in the Brazos County Jail…

I stupidly let the c~~~ get to me.

I couldn’t even post bail, until my roommate from Dallas returned back to College Station. He had to pay my bail.

I spent three f~~~ing days in jail, after having my f~~~ing heart ripped out…

The c~~~ even had the audacity to say I deserved it, and sent me a picture of the dude she was f~~~ing, while I was in jail.

Heartless, and unwavering all because I called her out on her bulls~~~ when I got out.

All because I expected her to fulfill a commitment to our dinner.

Guys stay away from these c~~~s, they will only hurt you in the end.

They ALWAYS have a guy in the wings, ALWAYS…

Fuck bitches... literally and metaphorically