My last text to the last woman I chased in the name of chivalry:
“I hope you have quite a few less than men, to do as you wish, and expect nothing. Because, as I asked to be friends, after abandonment in a hospital lobby to meet your needs, and in turn you ask for 3 hour of fighting traffic for a salad. I hope your life is that well, to have such high expectations of human beings. And I hope that in 5, 10 years you regret nothing. I hope that you have so much more to carry you through than that ego. But mostly, I thank you, because I’ve never been so sure of myself.”
The weekend before last, I went to a party with my old friends, and their feminist, mean girls’ style groupie wives and girlfriends. I was attacked personally for being independent by these harpies. This is worth mentioning. I still stood strong with a “F~~~ THAT” when the bridesmaids of my best friend, after planning their trip to Florida, condemned his party to an in town “Top Golf” event (Not worth describing).
This followed with women who know they have no power over me, waiting for the men to disperse to try to attack me for my political views. I met them with logic; they met me with assumptions, accusations and a “he’s a man” battle cry. A few moments later, I was asked to drive home drunk, because they were uncomfortable. As I knew the man that paid for this home, I slept off my drinking, and made about my merry way at 5 AM.
‘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 outraged by pronouncing a single word in my mind. I pronounced it. The word was “No”.’ – Ayn Rand.
Let’s flash forward to this weekend, that led to the aforementioned text.
When I grew up, there were four of us men that grew together as brothers. We did so out of necessity. This weekend, one of those brothers was drinking away the idea that his wife was leaving him. We are late 20’s, she is early 20’s. That answers most of your questions. No explanation or analysis is needed. We were there to drink.
Before leaving, we dropped by the house where I had been harassed a prior weekend, to invite the man of the house to join us. I placed a call, and a Chad approached the door as to not create “friction” for the man of the house, and I had not wished to see that tested. ‘Chad’s wife was inside getting drunk with the other high school ‘mean girl’ tribe, who could not stand me for the risk I put to their charades propped by the sweat of their men. He did not take my call. He did not come out. I was not surprised, and we had a GREAT night.
Later, my text I began this with was sent. It occurred to me what will follow. How many more times will he lose friends to watch his wife get drunk with hers’? How many more times will he bow down and apologize for his skin color, class or genitalia? I have become a threat. Not because I wear a vagina hat. Not because I beat up a mentally handicapped kid on a social media platform, but merely because of my inaction.
And so, after contacting my ex this weekend, in an attempt to make friends, I have shared with you the text that must have followed after only 36 hours of contact.
If you do not feel like things are changing; If you do not feel like you are doing enough, sit tight my friend. Sit tight. Shut your mouth. Do nothing. You in fact are the fire behind the pistons. It in fact does die with you.
And you are so strong, that the energy left behind has kept the turbines spinning for one more cold night. You are so strong, that as they slow, even YOU wonder why they still move. Your efforts at one point, were that great.
Let it die. Let a new beginning form from necessity. Let those willing to stoke that fire stay warm.
If what you are doing is working, do not change a thing.
PuniShredder 2 years, 2 months ago.
