so now what happens?

[Anonymous 1]

It’s a journey. At times I feel lost myself. I need to keep trying new things Even things I have no interest in. Debating taking a welding course in the spring.

I tried language courses but it didn’t take. I tried the guitar because of stealthy. All I was ever good at is working on things.

Not sure what the point of my story is except to keep moving. Keep trying. Live your life. Try everything.

[CoolbreezeParticipant 442]

Perhaps you’ve found balance- it’s all one could hope for really.

It means you’re not emotionally trapped. Indifference is peace.

[xanthineParticipant 4903]

Blue Skies wrote:

xanthine wrote:

There is no place for us in the society we created…it has turned hostile and cold to us.

We are no longer valued. We are no longer wanted. I dont know about you guys, but that is something i feel every single day.

Don’t worry about how society views you. How do you view yourself? Do you live up your own expectations and goals?

I live up to my own expectations and goals. 12 years ago i had almost nothing. I worked a s~~~ty job at walmart and some fast food jobs for minimum wage. I lived with my grandma. I was a high school drop out. I had no money and very little hope for my future. I was a loser. But then one day, i decided i was going to make a change. I started making a plan, and then executing it.

Now here i am…i may not be exactly where i want to be, but every day i am getting closer. I’ve got a doctorate degree, a great career, I’m finally making some money. All i really want out of life now is to save and invest enough money to retire early. Then i wont have to stay here, i can spend the rest of my life trying to find someplace i like. I may never find it, but at least that gives me some hope. Right now, every day feels like purgatory, and the only thing that makes this day better than the last is that i am one day closer to…something else.

[Anonymous 43]

I really liked making stained glass windows. selecting a pattern, cutting the patterns, selecting the glass, cutting and grinding and fitting it into place. I liked taping the glass and rubbing the edges. Soldering the lead, trying to make it bead up properly. The best part was holding the finished product up to the light for the first time, and seeing the pieces glow for the first time together. This represented hours of my work, and I made something beautiful.

I liked the tools I worked with. They were strange, yet highly functional in making glass only.

I used to make things for my ex. She never really appreciated what I made. Oh that’s nice.

maybe i pursue this more seriously. im out of practice.
what do i have to lose? i hold myself back telling myself no as i sit here thinking about it. you know why i am telling myself no? because part of me doesnt want me to be happy, that part of me is telling me that life and work need to suck, and as a man i have to be happy with life being a suck fest just like everyone else’s life. Why should I be happy when everyone else is miserable. I don’t deserve to be happy is what I am telling myself. what an idiot i am for listening to that.

i just looked up stained glass studios near where i live…lots of places. i don’t know if that is a sustainable career. i’ll never know if i don’t look into it. why do i have to be miserable? no one to stop me.

[WallyParticipant]

No one to stop you

"what a waste of a life, to marry, give up your freedom, just for the hope of not dying alone. Don't get married Son."

[Anonymous 43]

I had a wild ass dream once of combining stained glass and making cabinets. big hutches and china cabinets with glass doors. or taking old pieces of furniture and redoing them with colored glass inserts.

lights inside the cabinets would illuminate the glass. that dream kinda died when i was divorced. her indifference really killed that dream…the killer was if i made furniture and windows in the garage, where was she going to park her precious Mustang?

With her huge income, I could have tried this without a huge financial penalty.

[Blue SkiesParticipant 15665]

Anonymous wrote:

I really liked making stained glass windows. selecting a pattern, cutting the patterns, selecting the glass, cutting and grinding and fitting it into place. I liked taping the glass and rubbing the edges. Soldering the lead, trying to make it bead up properly. The best part was holding the finished product up to the light for the first time, and seeing the pieces glow for the first time together. This represented hours of my work, and I made something beautiful.

take a picture and post it on the forums! sounds really cool 🙂 , and i’m glad you found some cool stuff to motivate you.

MGTOW is not a movement, it is a way of life.

[CoolbreezeParticipant 442]

Here’s the pattern I’m seeing

You say something empowering and f~~~ing motivated and you follow it up immediately with a retraction using an example from your past

In no way am I judging you for that

Just trying to maybe give you a push past the hurdle because if you stick to your first statements you’ll be shot out of a cannon

F~~~ yes stained glass

[Secret Agent MGTOWParticipant 22516]

Hey you made it through all the s~~~ without eating a bullet.

Would you rather be back in all the s~~~ instead of where you are now?

Now fill the void with stuff you want to do. And learn. And enjoy. You are facing the vast open field of POTENTIAL. You may not have actually seen it for a long time. It can be daunting. But remember what you felt the first time you were there. It can still be exciting and there’s always new stuff to learn and find out that hey, I like doing this!

Women want everything, but want responsibility and accountability for nothing.

[CarnageParticipant 22113]

May, again, just like gambit, you lost motive, being a father, husbank, ITS NOT YOU. It’s what you do.

Who are you?

Everyone here must answer that, not what you do, not your name, not your descent.

Who are you?

Now what you ask? Nothing. It never had a meaning, it doesn’t mean s~~~, never did, what you did is been dond by half the human population during more than 2000 years, it doesn’t mean anything.

Now you live, not like a plow horse, not like an angry machine, now is when you have to find what been a men means FOR YOU.

Everyone must stop looking for meaning, becouse there is none, in a few years or tomorrow we all will be dead and it won’t matter, and even if it does matter, you won’t know BECOUSE YOU ARE DEAD.

Just enjoy every sunset, every steak, every exercise, everyday and everything, becouse we all already dead.

Just relax and stop looking for f~~~ing meaning, there is none and you wasting your time.

To those following me, be careful, I just farted. Men those beans are killers.

[Anonymous 43]

maybe i need the push.

thanks guys.

I started the teaching thing when I was still married thinking that was going to be safe and easy. The money from teaching was going to kid college. The sunk cost kept me on that track, and a stopped liking teaching. Why can’t I go make furniture and stained glass?

[Anonymous 5]

The aftermath of my Red Pill awakening was almost complete oblivion.
I had no orientation what so ever. There were no ups or downs or or rights or wrongs It was like spinning directionless in space. It was a living horror.
Everything that once meant something meant nothing now.

I found the only way to cope was to be like an alcoholic or a druggie or some other type of addict learning to cope without my crutch.
Take it one day at a time. Get through one day at a time.

Initially this helped me survive but now it’s become the coolest thing I’ve ever lived. I now live in the moment.
I now get joy from the most insignificant things.
Yes, I care a bit about the future, and the past constantly intrudes, but mostly I live in the moment.
Acceptance of your new existence is the key. Stop pining for imaginary Blue Pill beliefs (as beautiful as they are)
I love my new Zen cruise life. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

[FunInTheSunParticipant 8283]

May 7,

My wish for you is a better life as you make the transition from Blue Pill Hell to independent, self-directed living.

I used to live with relatives and room mates for many years. For the past 3 years, I have lived alone and not dated women. It’s an unusual experience. Anything new in life takes getting used to. I hope you can find something to do that’s enjoyable.

—Fun

"I saw that there comes a point, in the defeat of any man of virtue, when his own consent is needed for evil to win-and that no manner of injury done to him by others can succeed if he chooses to withhold his consent. I saw that I could put an end to your outrages by pronouncing a single word in my mind. I pronounced it. The word was ‘No.’" (Atlas Shrugged)

[perpedes66Participant 259]

Yes you are right, alienated is the word – often I am feeling like being in a different universe there is no way back to the old days

xanthine wrote:

There is no place for us in the society we created…it has turned hostile and cold to us. We are no longer respected as husbands and fathers; instead we are anonymous wallets. We are no longer productive workers; instead we are disposable worker drones with no livelihood or work to take pride in…there are very few fields or industries left that have not been corrupted and infiltrated, and it is clear we are not welcome in the ones that have.

We are no longer valued. We are no longer wanted. I dont know about you guys, but that is something i feel every single day.

That’s why we are checking out and leaving. Maybe they will realize how valuable we were when we stop producing for them. Not that it will really matter, at that point…nothing really matters anymore.

[DocParticipant]

May 7
I have an answer.

When the alimony payments stop or your kids are technically adults you march back in there and take back what’s yours.
I don’t know if you want a future with your adult children but I would sure as f~~~ try.
F~~~ what your ex says or does.
Once your children are technically adult normal service resumes.
You have a future with your kids potnentially. I don’t know what hurdles there are in the road but they are only hurdles. You have a few decades ahead of you and enough time to go and get your kids back and work at putting them back in your life.

May 7 – I am an absolute war monger when it comes to fighting for what is ours and fighting for justice.
Go and raise holy f~~~ing hell. Don’t break court orders etc but show your ex you are hardcore 100% going to know your kids and be in their life.
There is an answer.

Hope you don’t mind me sharing my humble opinion.

The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape, finding oneself in the ranks of the insane. Marcus Aurelius

[SandalsParticipant 4253]

Anonymous wrote:

I had a wild ass dream once of combining stained glass and making cabinets. big hutches and china cabinets with glass doors. or taking old pieces of furniture and redoing them with colored glass inserts.

lights inside the cabinets would illuminate the glass. that dream kinda died when i was divorced. her indifference really killed that dream…the killer was if i made furniture and windows in the garage, where was she going to park her precious Mustang?

With her huge income, I could have tried this without a huge financial penalty.

That’s awesome. Why don’t you do it now?

[Old BuckParticipant 3596]

First and foremost, you need to un-learn the bs that you were programmed with as a child. Very similar to vets with PTSD coming back to the States.

Your anger comes from finally understanding the lies told to you your whole life.

How do you make yourself happy and let go of the rage? Take a look at grief counseling. Same stages involved. You have taken the first steps into recovery. The next steps? Help others who are in the first stages, anger and then depression. You are not alone.

Then comes understanding and acceptance. Once you can accept who you truly are, then you can finally take over your own destiny.

Find the simple things in life. Enjoy a cup of coffee in a quiet spot. Travel someplace your insignificant other prevented you from going.

It took me moving to a different city and finding a better job.

You will still make mistakes, after all we are still human.

You are NOT alone. Dont be afraid to take the next step, your brothers are here to help you walk the tightrope called life 😀

Don't chase tail. Turn yours around, walk away, and live free!

[KimmurielParticipant 480]

Before you had the confines and comforts of a life that is planned. Now that you are free, you have an open field to create the life you desire.

What you think is fear and anxiety is excitement and wonder. Yoir 2nd childhood.

"You meet a few exceedingly forsaken, Sit around the cooler refusing domestication" Aesop Rock

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