It’s on me now

After fully ingesting the red pill and understanding the nature of the modern woman, I’ve come to the conclusion that there really is no longer a reason to complain.   It is what it is.   The question is, where do I go from here?  MGTOW seems viable.  I’m not ready for monk mode, I still enjoy sex and whatever that feeling of temporary satisfaction I feel when I have sex with a woman.

The best solution is to have multiple women on the side.   Not saying that it’s easy, but in reality, I have to put in the work to make that happen.   It’s too risky to be out here enjoying sex with just one woman.   It’s too easy to get attached, jealous, and worry about what she’s doing on the side.    I’m needy, I dont’ like sharing, but in the end, this is what life has come to.   Commitment doesn’t work.   She’s only committed until she isn’t and most likely won’t let you know when she’s no longer feeling it.

Any thoughts for raising a traditional family must die.  I think that part hurts the worst, but I’ve been sold a bill of goods my whole life.  I gotta get past that programming.  She literally can’t choose to love.   There is only attraction.

She isn’t the enemy.   It’s just her nature.   I can’t be angry no more than I could be angry at a wild tiger for attacking me if were to try to keep it as a pet.   She just doesn’t get it.  She could never love me the way I would love her.    In real life, she probably isn’t capable.   What’s love to them, but the chemicals and emotions I could make her feel. Attraction and feeding her delusions.     This is all it is.   I just have to learn to control those for my advantage and try not to hurt her in the process.

I’m cool with it all.  I don’t know why I have this desire to just want my person and be done with this dating and information.   She is just a fantasy.   No more real than the easter bunny or santa.   The point is to enjoy her for the moment, not get attached, nor bitter that I can’t be attached.   Even if she can’t understand why.  She doesn’t know her own nature.    Who’s at fault isn’t the question for me.   I don’t need to know the why as maybe it is designed to be that way.

Love isn’t dead.  It just wasn’t what I thought it was.

 

 

 

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