The real price you pay for being in a place you don’t belong, is pretending to be someone you’re not - the slow erosion of your soul to permit your material survival through a thousand slow cuts to your essence.
Most people are dead by 30 because not even a decade of habitual faking and they’re already withered husks. Zest and optimism is unremarkable and generally normal for teenagers and young adults, but rare beyond one’s nascent youth for good reason - life is full of soul sucks, and so people lose themselves along the way.
Sometimes, you do what you have to do. You don’t always have the luxury of being free to be you. Just make sure that when you’re in enemy territory, you have a corner of your head you can retreat to where the real you is just free to be. They don’t have to see - that’s fine - but do not conceal yourself even from you.
The female equivalent of the pick up artist is the conceited woman who endlessly self-aestheticises, poeticising about devotion, spirituality and archetypal romance, imitating the mythic and speaking in its register, whilst possessing none of the integrity, humility or necessary depth and obsessive force to properly create and sustain what she wants you to think she intimately embodies and breathes.
This farce - even more than smut itself - is the height of feminine porn, a debasement and corruption of the pure through the masturbations of the pretender - a mock beauty paraded and adorned to signal a greatness that is conceptualised as it is repeatedly verbalised, without ever being internalised. The signalling itself as a mode of incessant consumption is the product, because that which it implicitly markets does not even exist.
In any other domain, we’d call that a scam. With the unimpressive but imaginative woman, we generously call it “romantic imagination”.
Like the pick up artist, the pretender muse tries to pass herself off as a woman far more soulfully pretty, morally virtuous and intricately sophisticated than she really is, to try and entice a caliber of man she does not grasp or deserve.
For every 1,000 pretenders there is approximately one genuine article. You do not know her, because she does not want you to know her, and so as far as you’re concerned she does not exist - your entire reference frame is fakes.
The genuine article is so rare, that the frauds are the majority and so deception easy, for most men do not have a genuine reference point to compare the pretender to, and so think her remarkable until they see beneath her performance and realise she’s shallow. Masks are temporary, they can only be worn for so long until they begin to crack and invariably drop. In terms of rarity then, the psychic would be more analogous to the muse than the pick up artist, for they too perfectly encapsulate what it is to be the mythical exception in a den of frauds.
the reason you as a 130+ IQ chud need to become rich and powerful is not because it will cure your depression (though it will) but because it will cure your interminable irritation at the law of entropy. No longer will you have to be inconvenienced by things always breaking or retarded people being retarded. You can just throw money at the problem by replacing it or hiring someone competent to handle it on your behalf.
There’s a form of perversity with familiarity in that when you’re used to having little it feels safe to have little, because it requires no true courage and asks nothing of you, and so there’s no one to disappoint or let down, and no way to hurt you by taking from you what is most precious to you. You see when you have something precious, it is is terrifying because now you have something to lose that can reject you and deeply effect you, as well as a degree of emotional dependence on what you have allowed inside you. To depend on nothing then is to have nothing - to live small and simply is to find quiet joy and choose suffering without risking vulnerability, and yet I don’t think that is a proper use of one’s life. Terror is not God.
A woman should be able to tell the difference between a man trying to arbitrarily control her because he is small minded, arrogant, insecure and wants to feel powerful, and a man giving her directives based on wisdom and discernment trying to improve and protect their relationship.
If she cannot emotionally distinguish between the two and so possesses the crude sense that all forms of leadership are tyranny, she will be prone to uncharitable interpretation of her man’s actions, accrue misplaced resentment towards him for looking out for her, and invariably sabotage the dynamic due to her insecurities and egoic excesses surrounding freedom and autonomy.
Male insecurity is punitive, overreaching and arbitrary impositions of power that exist solely to reinforce obedience.
Female insecurity is an uncooperative intolerance towards being led by mischaracterising good leadership as tyranny.
There’s a form of perversity with familiarity in that when you’re used to having little it feels safe to have little, because it requires no true courage and asks nothing of you, and so there’s no one to disappoint or let down, and no way to hurt you by taking from you what is most precious to you. You see when you have something precious, it is is terrifying because now you have something to lose that can reject you and deeply effect you, as well as a degree of emotional dependence on what you have allowed inside you. To depend on nothing then is to have nothing - to live small and simply is to find quiet joy and choose suffering without risking vulnerability, and yet I don’t think that is a proper use of one’s life. Terror is not God.
A woman should be able to tell the difference between a man trying to arbitrarily control her because he is small minded, arrogant, insecure and wants to feel powerful, and a man giving her directives based on wisdom and discernment trying to improve and protect their relationship.
If she cannot emotionally distinguish between the two and so possesses the crude sense that all forms of leadership are tyranny, she will be prone to uncharitable interpretation of her man’s actions, accrue misplaced resentment towards him for looking out for her, and invariably sabotage the dynamic due to her insecurities and egoic excesses surrounding freedom and autonomy.
Male insecurity is punitive, overreaching and arbitrary impositions of power that exist solely to reinforce obedience.
Female insecurity is an uncooperative intolerance towards being led by mischaracterising good leadership as tyranny.
@JBeeswax11098 This would be interesting to hear about if she were a literal psychopath, but I suspect you are using the term inaccurately to denote your dissatisfaction rather than as an accurate clinical observation.
I think for man, even more than an untouched body the deepest attraction is to a virginity of heart. Man is an innately possessive creature, he wishes for his woman to be uniquely his in all conceivable ways without the scent of other men lingering on her. A woman who has never romantically desired, liked nor entertained another man can be seen as special in that she was created for him, because he was the exception for her - the one man she chose amongst men she never chose, the only man she let in when she never let in others, the one man she admired when she never admired others. She never risked herself for other men. She saw herself as something to be given fully and truly once and only once, without breaking herself into tiny pieces and offering up the shards.
But a woman who has desired, entertained and been with men before cannot be convincingly thought of in the same way. She is far less serious, seasonal, recreational - the true man can never see her in the way she would like to be seen - he can never admire and revere her in the way she would like him to, because she has cheapened herself in his eyes. She has liked other men before, which means she could like other men again. What is so special about you? The belief she was made specifically for you and could never love any but you cannot be plausibly maintained, and so within that something special is lost.
This more than anything is the love of womanly purity in its purest and most reverent form. To be the exception to her rules beyond comparison, rather than cheapened into a reference point amongst many, for a woman to truly see her man as uniquely beautiful in a way she has never seen others - to be incomparable is to be made sacred, and within that sacredness a depth of spiritual reverence and true love is born that otherwise cannot be.
Contemporary man is poor at articulating this despite its resonance with him, and the modern woman really undervalues and downplays the importance of this - in truly understanding the depth of this - in saving herself for the one man she would call her husband without subjecting him to the indignity of other men permeating her psyche, for she typically wastes herself and thus approaches this from the position of wanting to deceive man for self-gain, rather than truly wanting to give her perfect man the purest and most undiluted best of herself.
It is in woman’s failure to preserve herself and to take things too far with men who by all rights were never serious marriage candidates or true lovers that she tries to ameliorate her crime, hide it, downplay it, make defensive equivocating claims and comparisons about men needing to save themselves too that the tainted woman tries to “level the playing field.” But none of these shenanigans fundamentally spiritually change anything, for even if a woman is able to win a few social brownie points with this rhetoric, the underlying nature of man remains stubbornly the same: he wants a woman he can call his own, and the only woman who can truly be called his is the one who has never loved nor been touched deeply by a man who wasn’t him.
And so for man, it is very simple: a woman who saved herself for him will always be in a category far above the ones who didn’t. The fastest way for a woman to lose her competitive edge in winning the man she wants for herself then is to, through her own actions, show him she is capable of loving any but him. To imagine you with another man should be impossible, for Eve was made for Adam and Adam alone.
Almost all women will love you more in fantasy than they do in reality, because when her desires are projected and her capacity untested, it is easy to worship, dote, and yearn. But if she comes to love you more in reality than she ever did in fantasy? You should marry her. Very rare.
Almost all women will love you more in fantasy than they do in reality, because when her desires are projected and her capacity untested, it is easy to worship, dote, and yearn. But if she comes to love you more in reality than she ever did in fantasy? You should marry her. Very rare.
When you idolise you dehumanise, but when you revere you humanise… each is a recognition of the specialness of another, and yet one comes with intolerant expectation where the other is accompanied by deep empathy. Idolisation then would be the corrupt form of reverence - impure.
The best thing about a child's questions is that even when they are simple, they are honest and without agenda - they are not trying to trap you or coming with preconceived notions you will have to do battle against - they simply wish to understand the thing for its own sake, and in doing so make you question and flesh out your presumed knowledge to ensure you know what you're talking about, and can communicate that clearly.
The average man’s marriage is unenviable, because he describes it as if he’s a barely tolerated pet or child trying to please his woman “as not to get into trouble”, rather than as her seeing him as a revered king or hero.
And this is seemingly acceptable to society. Disgusting.
When you idolise you dehumanise, but when you revere you humanise… each is a recognition of the specialness of another, and yet one comes with intolerant expectation where the other is accompanied by deep empathy. Idolisation then would be the corrupt form of reverence - impure.
If you are not deeply captivated and in love with your woman to the point you would never even dream of cheating on her, then your practical motivation not to cheat should be that every woman you sexually involve yourself with will feel entitled to you as if she has some sort of spiritual claim on you, and will spitefully go out of her way to create hassle for you if she ever feels wronged by you.
And she will feel wronged if she decides she wants a relationship with you even after explicitly agreeing to less than that with you - a woman who has been sexually involved with you generally feels entitled to a relationship with you, even if a relationship was never your intention and you made that explicitly known to her from the start.
Some women use sex as a foot in the door strategy to get the relationship they really want with a man, whilst men will often be willing to have sex with women they would never wish to be stuck in a relationship with. You are at cross purposes.
Man is not naturally a monogamous animal, so he would do well to remember this: when you cheat, you are giving a woman you don't even respect enough to commit to the capacity to blackmail you. This should be your greatest disincentive not to cheat. If guilt and morality alone are not enough to chain your worst predilections, preventing women you do not care for from causing you problems should be.
The average man’s marriage is unenviable, because he describes it as if he’s a barely tolerated pet or child trying to please his woman “as not to get into trouble”, rather than as her seeing him as a revered king or hero.
And this is seemingly acceptable to society. Disgusting.
In life man faces 3 deaths: the 1st death is cowardice, he becomes domesticated and risk averse, but tells himself he's civilized, the 2nd death is to become useless, to produce nothing of value and lose the ability to self-sustain, the final death is apathy - the loss of hope.
Meaningful coincidences such as miracles and synchronicity are acts of God. The more deeply you grasp the universe, the more you see the symbolism of divinity woven into the tapestry of creation. When you are noble and on your purpose, you feel God. Your soul is a divine speck.