Reflections on the red pill life

[wanderingscribeParticipant 9]

My perennially single status has come up as a topic of conversation in many places lately, and led to me being labelled a misogynist and a sociopath. Sticks and stones and all that, but I prefer to think of myself as a miserable git who has a low opinion of most humans (regardless of gender), does not trust easily and prefers to keep to himself.

I’ve also been called ‘the ultimate homosexual, not gay for your gender but for your own opinions and company.’ There’s truth to that charge, although it came from someone who irritates me beyond all reason.

I begrudge no-one the chance or the right to be in a relationship with a loving partner if that’s what they want. It’s the absolute last thing I want and I wouldn’t know what to do if it were offered to me. Given the way my mind works, I’d most likely take it apart to find out how it works or spend every day waiting for the whole misbegotten mess to fall to pieces of its own accord.

There’s someone out there for everyone, you say? Perhaps so, but then I’d have to look for her and genuinely want whoever I find. I don’t see that happening because, rightly or wrongly, I believe the more of yourself you share with another person, the more power you give them to hurt you. Yes there are rewards but, if you’re like me and count the cost before you pay the price, you might decide (as I have) they’re not worth the risk.

I’ve been told I’m ‘only living half a life’, which may be true from the perspective of the person who said it, but that half is all mine. I have the freedom and the resources to spend my own money on things I enjoy, to go and see my friends, to get a delivery because I can’t be arsed doing dishes or sit around all day in my pyjamas if I want to. I can also blast heavy metal all hours of the day and night, sleep ’til noon, burp the alphabet, scratch my unmentionables and generally be the repellent slob I really am. As the man said, ‘I will not be stamped, filed, indexed, briefed, debriefed or numbered. My life is my own.’

I understand people want me to be happy, but a failure to communicate (or indeed procreate) arises when my definition of happiness doesn’t coincide with theirs. Their well intended attempts to suggest or even set me on a different path go beyond ‘okay, you’re 38 now. This isn’t cute any more, it’s just weird’ and instead indicate a need to validate their decisions. If those people need reassurance that they’ve done the right thing, they won’t get it from me.

But wait, the argument grows thinner still. ‘How do you know how bad relationships can be if you’ve never had one?’ Because I’ve been blessed with the gift of observation. I have eyes and ears and I can see other people who are in relationships and the positive and negative aspects of same. For me the potential negative outweighs the positive a thousandfold, and I’ve nursed enough friends through bad dates and painful breakups to know I don’t want to be in that situation myself. ‘Harm minimisation’ is a phrase often thrown around in drug treatment circles, and it’s just as resonant in this case. I”d rather stick with being a physical cripple than end up an emotional one as well.

[Soldier-MedicParticipant 2566]

wanderingscribe wrote:

‘I will not be stamped, filed, indexed, briefed, debriefed or numbered. My life is my own.’

This is a quote from the television series The Prisoner. An excellent way of summing up the checklist that people have when considering another.
Married….Check.
Kids……Check.
Job……Check.
Dreams unfulfilled…….check.
Divorced….Check.
Miserable…..Check.

The Prisoner is an excellent comparison (allegory?) to the blue pill life. A man is trapped/imprisoned on an island community for the purposes of extracting information. The community at large is either an agent, or a prisoner that has succumbed to the conditioning that is the process of breaking a person. The social aspects of life on the island are insane. Both the agents and the broken prisoners that are part of the community are constantly seeking to get the central character to go along with the demands placed on him, because he will never leave, and life is so much better if he would just go along. Every episode is filled with the prisoner (Number 6) resisting the demands and conditioning of his captors and seeking to escape at great personal risk. Better to have a short life that is free than a long one in which you are nothing more than chattel.

The ironic part of this comparison is the men can have longer and happier lives if they resist the conditioning, but all to frequently they/we are outside the company of their/our peers. No one to relate to. A longer and fuller life that is mostly alone or a shorter one that has the permanent company of another?

Isn’t the choice obvious?

"I asked you a question. I didn't ask you to repeat what the voices in you head are telling you" ~ Me. ........Yes I'm still angry.

[MGTOWmonkey aka No More Fucks To GiveParticipant 6635]

wanderingscribe wrote:

My perennially single status has come up as a topic of conversation in many places lately, and led to me being labelled a misogynist and a sociopath. Sticks and stones and all that, but I prefer to think of myself as a miserable git who has a low opinion of most humans (regardless of gender), does not trust easily and prefers to keep to himself.

I’ve also been called ‘the ultimate homosexual, not gay for your gender but for your own opinions and company.’ There’s truth to that charge, although it came from someone who irritates me beyond all reason.

I begrudge no-one the chance or the right to be in a relationship with a loving partner if that’s what they want. It’s the absolute last thing I want and I wouldn’t know what to do if it were offered to me. Given the way my mind works, I’d most likely take it apart to find out how it works or spend every day waiting for the whole misbegotten mess to fall to pieces of its own accord.

There’s someone out there for everyone, you say? Perhaps so, but then I’d have to look for her and genuinely want whoever I find. I don’t see that happening because, rightly or wrongly, I believe the more of yourself you share with another person, the more power you give them to hurt you. Yes there are rewards but, if you’re like me and count the cost before you pay the price, you might decide (as I have) they’re not worth the risk.

I’ve been told I’m ‘only living half a life’, which may be true from the perspective of the person who said it, but that half is all mine. I have the freedom and the resources to spend my own money on things I enjoy, to go and see my friends, to get a delivery because I can’t be arsed doing dishes or sit around all day in my pyjamas if I want to. I can also blast heavy metal all hours of the day and night, sleep ’til noon, burp the alphabet, scratch my unmentionables and generally be the repellent slob I really am. As the man said, ‘I will not be stamped, filed, indexed, briefed, debriefed or numbered. My life is my own.’

I understand people want me to be happy, but a failure to communicate (or indeed procreate) arises when my definition of happiness doesn’t coincide with theirs. Their well intended attempts to suggest or even set me on a different path go beyond ‘okay, you’re 38 now. This isn’t cute any more, it’s just weird’ and instead indicate a need to validate their decisions. If those people need reassurance that they’ve done the right thing, they won’t get it from me.

But wait, the argument grows thinner still. ‘How do you know how bad relationships can be if you’ve never had one?’ Because I’ve been blessed with the gift of observation. I have eyes and ears and I can see other people who are in relationships and the positive and negative aspects of same. For me the potential negative outweighs the positive a thousandfold, and I’ve nursed enough friends through bad dates and painful breakups to know I don’t want to be in that situation myself. ‘Harm minimisation’ is a phrase often thrown around in drug treatment circles, and it’s just as resonant in this case. I”d rather stick with being a physical cripple than end up an emotional one as well.

Great Post! Kinda reminds me of what I go through with people.

Never lose sight of what brought you here.

[wanderingscribeParticipant 9]

I met some very churchy friends of my father’s while visiting him recently, and happily chatted away to the female half of the couple about Diana Gabaldon, TS Eliot and other shared literary interests. Just my sort of conversation, until her husband butted in and asked ‘when are we going to get you married?’

I explained carefully, patiently and politely that we weren’t, and went through a list of reasons that’s now so familiar to me I can recite it. Some are true, others are convenient and the rest are socially acceptable, or as close to it as I care to be 🙂 .

‘Well,’ he said. ‘I’ll be praying for you.’

I say, that’s awfully decent of you, old sport. You pray as long and loud as you like to any God you choose. I’ll carry on minding my own business and being up to my nuts in as many professional ladies as I can reasonably afford, shall I? Amen.

[RoyDalParticipant]

wanderingscribe wrote:

My perennially single status has come up as a topic of conversation in many places lately, and led to me being labelled a misogynist and a sociopath. Sticks and stones and all that, but I prefer to think of myself as a miserable git who has a low opinion of most humans (regardless of gender), does not trust easily and prefers to keep to himself.

This is a strategy that has worked very well for me.

wanderingscribe wrote:

Because I’ve been blessed with the gift of observation.

Yes, learn from the mistakes of others, and then do not repeat them, hoping for a different outcome.

wanderingscribe wrote:

I’ll carry on minding my own business and being up to my nuts in as many professional ladies as I can reasonably afford, shall I? Amen.

Amen Brethren, Amen!!

Society asks MGTOWs: Why are you not making more tax-slaves?

[ILiveAgainParticipant]

They just can’t help but do it. I think it’s a jealous thing.

You aren’t allowed to be happy unless you chaing a woman to you.

Foxtrot Oscar I say to that ?

[ToadParticipant 271]

Same age here, and same situation as you..
Never had a girlfriend and f~~~ two times in my entire life and no with “normal” girls, and now that i can ( a little few times) make it i’m afraid of the consequences…

Scared of seeing as a rookie, afraid of get hurt, afraid of losing my freedom, afraid of attach too much and being punished, afraid of worry too much for mental games….

and i see people who is capable of f~~~ and run and i get envy like if they woudl be someone who steal in a bank without consequences and i feel like a coward sometimes for not trying it

i only suffer for the pride of “why i can’t do it,” that pursues me since i was a little young boy until now…is not big deal but i feel like a outsider in this world despite the fact that nobody will know seeing me because i don’t look like the alone, weak, shy type of “virgin” man… but i am
Keep fighting brother…i support you from here… i will always do…

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