- Search Results
Hey Gents,
Hows things everyone? Hope everyone is coping in this bulls~~~ misandrist PC pussy ‘you can’t do/say that’ world?
I finally got a new job after being out of work for almost 2 years due to the c~~~ that is depression, and two failed miserable relations~~~s that almost killed me from stress and misery.
Its for a wank security company who pay minimum wage despite the responsibilities and risks involved. Currently im working 12 hour shifts 4/5 on and 3 off at the airport. I work in one of them toll booth huts (lol) and check entering vehicle ID’s then press a green button to let them in hahahaha. Thats IT.
It’s long hours, but its relaxing, i can watch movies, read a book etc, and the time actually flies believe it or not. I only have a port-a-loo to s~~~ in so i have to sneak off in my car and use the mcdonalds bogs near by for my number 2s. Have you guys ever used a port-a-loo? F~~~ that lol.
I always imagine something horrific crawling out from underneath through the hole and biting my ass. The thought alone terrifies me haha.
But you know what? It’s so peaceful there. Yeh you hear planes taking off here and there (its not that busy there) and helicopters flying over, but i like watching them. I’m wokring alone, no c~~~ is breathing down my neck, and im treated like a f~~~ing adult. I am enjoying the autonomy very much.
I think im only contracted to work at the airport for a month, which sadens me, as i am content there. For some reason on sunday they have me wokring at the university campus doing night shift which ive done before. That consists of walking around all night with a torch but i proper slack off and sit down all the time hahaahha.
I do not enjoy working at the university campus during the day. There is so much nice pussy that i just cant get rid of the urge to f~~~ them. Even tho im red pill, im a man and have a c~~~. This is bound to happen no matter who you are.
The place also brings feelings of despair and self loathing. Weird s~~~ to do with my past, realising im 32 and nowhere in life and seeing people studying etc which i never did.
But then again i had no interest in going to uni or college. all i ever wanted to do was be in a metal band and make films.
I never wanted to do security again in my life, but it was the only job offered to me, so what the hell. I’m enjoying being at the airport because i have peace and quiet (away from c~~~s and wankers at the workplace.) Hearing roaring planes is so much more preferable to a womans abusing cake hole.
I’m still sleeping in my car but its so much better than living with a woman or other people. I do intend to rent a room but the prices are a p~~~ take. $200 a week plus expenses? F~~~ right off. New Zealand is a rip off s~~~hole. (I bet you’re thinking what? New Zealand a s~~~hole? But…but…Lord of the Rings…mountains…paradise…wtf? I’ve seen it on tv, what you’re saying is bulls~~~!) And thats the propaganda you are being fed from immigration nz. Come live here for 2 years. I bet my life you will f~~~ing hate it and want to leave.
So, im employed on minimum wage, but its a start. I hope nothing happens for me to lose this job. It’s all i can manage. Working on my own is vital to my sanity and coping.
Anyone else here like working alone?
I am halfway through my second divorce from a covert narc. Getting ready to lose everything again for the second time. 2/3rs of my life now gone, wasted by these 2 evil women. You would think it would be easy, cut and dried walk away from all women forever and never look back.
Yet day and night I am still wrestling, trying to come to terms with all the lies I have been fed for over 4 decades. Trying to accept that the women who were my grandma’s and what I saw between them and my grandfathers no longer exists on this planet. Trying to beat it into my brain that there is no “someone special” out there, if only I could just find them. Trying to stop thinking that if I would have made better choices, if I had taken more time, if I had been stronger, then I would have found a better person. Trying to come to terms that there are no good women left on this planet, no matter where you go or how hard you search.
I am struggling to believe it impossible for a woman to love a man for who he is. They can love what he does, love how he makes her feel at times, but truly can never love a man the way a man can love a woman. If this is true, then what I saw lived before me as a child wasn’t love, but something else. It looked like love to me, but apparently it was not?
I am telling you guys, it is REALLY HARD to come to terms with all of this. It is keeping me up days and nights, distracting me from work, pretty much spinning my head in circles all the time. How long does it take to get through this? How do you finally come to terms with it? How do you get to the place were you no longer see, care or notice there are any women on this planet?
How do you reconcile, “It is not good for man to be alone” with “It is too dangerous to be involved with women?” How do you become a non-feeling hardened robot that finally just stops giving a f~~~ about any of them? How do you start seeing them as just a piece of meat to be used and then discarded?
How do I get there guys, and how long will this mental back and forth purgatory last?
Thanks
Greetings gentlemen! I wanted to share the news that I graduated from nursing school a few months ago and today I just found out that I passed my boards! All of the hard work and studying that I have put into this is finally starting to show some results. I realize that while so many doors have opened for me career wise, there is going to be a bigger target on my back. I’m a young guy, but I know not to s~~~ where I sleep.
I have been employed at a hospital for the past 3 years as monitor tech, so I am very familiar with all of my coworkers there. They all seem to think that I would want to keep working there whenever I pass my boards, but I have my own agenda as I want to specialize in dialysis. This position will allow me to be independent and I won’t have to deal with a lot of s~~~ from coworkers and the patients themselves (literally speaking).
I currently live at home with my parents and to be honest, I am perfectly fine with the living conditions. There is no sense of urgency to move out, but I plan on doing so to go my own way. I have no credit card debt and my car is paid off. All that I pay for at the moment is gas, car insurance and cell phone bill. As soon as I start working and saving though is where I am uncertain on what to do with it. Do I save for a house? I’m just not sure how the housing market is nowadays. Only thing I know for certain is that I will never get a girlfriend or have kids (I’m snipped). Any advice would be greatly appreciated!
If it has tits or tires, you know you're going to have problems.
Lately I have been thinking about the luck I had with my brain, I re-evaluated the years I spent being anti-social, the rejections I made towards girls, and the rejections I had due to low SMV/wrong targets. After years of experience, after reading and searching for non-negable truths, after confirming most of my dubts, I can finally make an honest analysis of my past, and most important I can manage my present time without being sad because the society told me a bunch of BS, and because most of the people around judged me with their stupid-standards/glasses.
I am happy because I can use most of my time for myself, I can choose isolation without feeling guilty or a creep, my anxiety has dropped almost to 0, my new attitude of 0 f~~~s given feels awesome.
At the same time, I feel the burden of living a lie. The society is based upon lies, many of them, and you will have to embrace some in order to fit in it, I guess most of you men know the scam about how our financial system works(totally outside of any law), and how many motherf~~~ers out there are getting an enormous amount of money by doing almost nothing, and producing/discovering/improving NOTHING.
But I can deal with lies, motherf~~~ers, women etc. what is hard for me has become boredom, and the problem is that being social will expose you to an enormous amount of boring people. Most of them are open books, some are easy liars, there are some signals(once confirmed as real) which says a lot about a person. I always like to say what I think. But how can you do that in our society? people live a dream, people live a lie, people HATE THE TRUTH. I used to hate the truth aswell, so I know how it feels, mind that once you open your eyes you cannot go back.
It is hard to find good company, that is one of the main problems, I realized that I isolated myself because I could simply not find interesting people, even the ones who were a question mark in my head are now easy explanable, mostly women tho. I miss having redpill friends, because I am tired of bluepilled and all that categories that frankly are good for a 5 minutes laugh and nothing more.
Being smart improves your life, but at the same time it is not easy to go full monk. I used many things to “sap” my brain and go zombie mode(mainly for my past, and difficulties to bare with the truth), now that I strive to be full aware of myself and what is around me, I realize that I have to lower the downsides of the gifts that I have, and maximize the good that can come from my efforts.
I am happy to be on this webstie with you men, here I can write what I think, here I can be me without censorship.
F~~~ the masks that we have to wear.Topic: Cutting the Family Loose
It’s a long story I won’t go into here but a few years back my mother “invited” me to leave the family saying she no longer felt any kind of relationship was worthwhile.
So far as I can remember, it was because I had a package delivered to her house while I was there for the holidays and the doorbell woke up her dog.
In any case, I politely packed up my s~~~ and left and haven’t spoken to her or my spineless wimp of a henpecked father since. I did, however maintain a relationship with my uncle and aunt for a while. After about six months of pressure from my mother, my uncle stopped speaking with me. I bid good riddance to another pussy of a man in my family but my aunt hung in there for another three years.
I’m pretty sure she stayed in contact with me either as a spy for my mother or to p~~~ my mother off (probably a little of both) but nevertheless we maintained contact up until last month when this went down.
I had been planning to drive to Arizona to visit her, her husband and their daughters and grandkids and had finally settled on a weekend where we would all be free. It just so happens that I have a friend who also has family in the area and was going to have them ride along with me. So I emailed my aunt and told her that “we” would be there on Friday afternoon and she exploded.
“How dare you bring someone else to my home without my permission? Where are you staying? Who is this person to you? I can’t believe you would be so rude as to bring someone else with you to a family meeting!” and so forth.
This from the woman who brings her husband and their friends with them every time they come to Las Vegas and I have to deal with these strangers if I want to have lunch with them.
In any case, I wrote her an email back and said, briefly:
1) I know you don’t want me as a guest in your home so I already made other arrangements.
2) Your insistence that family meetings are for family only is bulls~~~, citation provided.
3) I don’t need your conditional acceptance. You, your brother and your sister have been nothing but cost, effort and heartache for me and I’m over it. As of this point, you can go f~~~ yourself… the whole lot of you.I am sure she was shocked by how easy it is for me to say such things but, as you all know, the most powerful thing you can say to someone when they try to pull bulls~~~ in your life is “no”.
I never much cared for Phoenix anyway. Now I don’t have to go there ever again.

