A man must not just learn from his mistakes with a woman, but also from the mistakes her father made with her.
If you are a very analytical man, and you will be if you are of any even remotely decent IQ, then you will realise to meet a woman is to meet her father.
Her flaws, her attitudes, her weaknesses, her blind spots, her capacity to trust, her habits, even what she considers her strengths and value system: all are byproducts of the fatherly imprint, and so if you are to master a woman you must first understand her original master - the one she enthroned in her heart as a girl, the one she was first devoted to, looked up to, doted on, and you must see what he lacks, what she admires in him that she shouldn’t, what she fails to forgive in him that she should, and where he went wrong so you can ultimately right that wrong in your love for her.
You should be better than him, and she should want you to be.
Because if she does not believe any man can be better than him, then she is, at least in her heart, already in a rather incestuous sense quasi married to him, likely because they are too close, too collaborative and too co-dependent, and more revealingly: he loves her more than he loves her mother.
To be the husband of a woman who enthrones her father above all else, as some type of mythologised legend of which no man can surpass is to betray your own dignity as a man to a woman whose loyalty does not, and will never lie with you.
To become her husband, she must first divorce her father - her inability to do so will ensure she never marries, and that if she does, it will be a sham, puppeteered from the shadows by her true master - her father.
Read this multiple times if need be. Not a single false word has been spoken.
It is generally wise for women, especially young women, to limit the access that men have to them. If you are an even moderately attractive or intelligent young women, men are going to repeatedly proposition you in some pretty strange and undesirable ways until your threat detection pattern recognition builds up a natural distrust and contempt for men.
It also just causes background stress and anxiety to have to be on your guard around men all the time. Much potential nonsense, upset and danger can be averted by minimising your engagement with men as much as possible. Of course, if you are ambitious and want to accomplish anything worth accomplishing as a woman, then men are pretty unavoidable, as they are the vast majority at the highest levels of competence hierarchies, and thus if you are going to properly apply yourself in a way that makes avoiding them unfeasible, you should generally carry yourself in a way that makes you seem uninteresting and otherwise unapproachable.
Aim to be efficient and bland, rather than interesting and likeable. Don't be pleasant, sweet or complimenting, because they will your warmth as a sign of receptivity to their lust driven overtures, and start to fantasise you are attracted to them. Do not accentuate your sexuality by dressing to entice them for whatever meagre dopamine hits that may bring you. Aim to go largely unnoticed by all except who you need to be noticed by - do not be conspicuous. If you are too interesting, likeable and play even small attention games, you will end up in many awkward and undesirable situations. Some of these situations be genuinely dangerous, whilst others may just lose you opportunities in your unwillingness to reciprocate warmth or forfeit your dignity. The men with ill designs on you will be many, whilst the ones you can genuinely appreciate, feel safe around and trust will be few. Truth be told, women do not really have any business working alongside men, and so if you are going to regardless, these are the sorts of protective measures you should be taking.
The number one argument against the prevalence of female intuition is her propensity to choose extremely poorly when it comes to men. You cannot claim blamelessness for your poor choices because “people change” and men are deceitful, whilst also claiming to be shrewd, deeply emotionally intelligent, empathetic and intuitive.
If you are emotionally intelligent, intuitive, have a strong theory of mind driven empathy and can exercise proper reason, you will rarely if ever be wrong about someone due to the exceptional calibre of your discernment. And yet when it comes to women, the sex is notorious for choosing poorly when given sufficient freedom to do so. Claims of competence come with an equal burden of responsibility: if you are as insightful as you claim to be, where is the evidence of that in your own life, and why have you not applied it to your own affairs?
If women were anywhere near as intuitive and emotionally intelligent as they tout and claim to be, they would be far less traumatised, dissatisfied and deceived, because they would make better life decisions and mate choices.
Most women are not all that intuitive, they are merely highly emotional, and when that broken clock is right twice a day and the odd hunch pays off, they call it intuition and highlight all the times their feelings were right, whilst glossing over and forgetting the many more times they were wrong.
A developed intuitive function is that repeatedly accurately discerns character and predicts events is a form of spiritual evolution, and thereby rarer and not the norm, although, yes, it can accurately be characterised as feminine despite its rarity within women, for it is much easier for women to unlock than it is for men, given they are not as constrained by the straitjacket of rationality as men are.
I’m reading this rather ominously and simultaneously, in two different ways that both agree and disagree with it.
I agree with it in the sense that when I see how browbeaten men who have let their wives tyrannically seize authority in the household, in that I think if he was stricter and did not tolerate her disrespect, he would not be in such a situation. And I disagree with it in the sense I often see genuinely decent men trying their best going unappreciated for their efforts, being pecked, prodded and squawked at, whilst I see other men, who are much colder, immoral, unappreciative and arrogant and often even criminal adjacent if not outright criminally deviant, with an attractive, reverent well behaved woman who pours her heart out to him only to get mistreated by him.
How do I resolve these disagreements? Simple. You get the wife you deserve in terms of dominance, but not in terms of morality. If you are a genuinely kind hearted man but you’re too soft and lenient, your woman will mistreat you. If you are an absolutely horrible man, even abusive, but you maintain discipline, your woman will treat you much better. I am not advocating that men do this nor encouraging it - I am merely making a social observation about the two most common kinds of dynamics I see in romantic relationships.
I actually think mistreatment of one person by the other is common in most relationships - that one party in their liberty taking familiarity seemingly takes it upon themselves to exploit the other - a perversion of what true love is meant to be, which is to outdo one another at giving whilst protecting each other from the bad intentions of others, and the very worst aspects of yourselves.
Men will steal a woman's best 5-10 years without remorse. It's up to fathers and mothers to prohibit their daughters from such "relationships." Zero reason to not be married after being together for 2 years, which honestly is still too long.
The greatest and most enduring joy a woman can know in this life is to share it with a man she genuinely looks up to.
Looks fade and children grow up, but reverence for the beauty and greatness of a soul is forever
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.
Intellectual compatibility doesn’t get enough credit. Being able to talk for hours, challenge each other, share what you know, and keep evolving together is one of the best parts of a real connection.
One of the biggest signs of emotional intelligence as a parent is choosing love over anger when your kid fucks up.
I'm not saying let them get away with shit. Correct them, teach them, but don't make them scared to tell you the truth.
Because once a child starts fearing your reaction more than their own mistakes, they'll start hiding things from you. And trust me, once you've lost your child's trust, getting it back is a whole different battle.
Your kid should be able to come to you when they've fucked up, even when they know you're gonna be pissed.
That's real parenting.
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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.
No amount of novelty-seeking, sexual experimentation, or fleeting gratification can ever compare to the intimacy of being with a genuinely good man whom you respect and desire. People are simply unwilling to acknowledge the significance of this.
The capacity to survive heartbreak is what makes unconditional devotion possible.
There is an extraordinary freedom in knowing that you could lose someone, endure the devastation of their absence, and still choose to love them with the entirety of your being.
You cannot make someone feel deeply wanted, build emotional intimacy with them, and then disappear when it’s time to show consistency.
You cannot encourage someone to open their heart to you and act surprised when they become emotionally invested.
Love comes with responsibility. Some people want the excitement of a connection without the accountability that comes with maintaining it. They want the closeness without the effort, the relationship label without the commitment to nurture the relationship.
But you cannot keep offering someone the experience of being loved while refusing to take responsibility for the expectations your actions create.
If you’re not ready to show up consistently, communicate honestly, and care for the connection you’re building, be honest about that before inviting someone into it.
Don’t offer a kind of love you’re unwilling to sustain.
If you want healthy relationships, you need to learn how to repair things properly when you’ve hurt someone.
When you mistreat someone you care about, saying you’re sorry is only part of the process. You also need to acknowledge what happened, understand how it affected them, and address the behavior that caused the hurt.
Waiting a few days and hoping everything goes back to normal isn’t an apology.
Calling them and acting as though nothing happened isn’t an apology.
Suddenly becoming extra sweet because you hope they’ll forget how you treated them isn’t an apology either.
You cannot repair a problem you’re unwilling to acknowledge. And you cannot expect someone to move past an experience you’ve refused to discuss.
If you genuinely care about the relationship, have the uncomfortable conversation. Take responsibility, listen to their feelings, and make a real effort to change what needs changing.
As she blossoms she must too sharpen her thorns, for she must safeguard her nectar, preserve her petals. This world would find you fascinating and so treat you frivolously, picking at you until all that remains is a withered bud. Do not let it. The beauty of your soul must be protected. Your light is your most precious thing.
Relationships as God meant them are the bond between two souls in mortal flesh, meant to spiral upwards towards heaven, shedding layers of falsehood with each revolution.
This, of course, does not work if one or both halves of the union lack the courage to plunge the blade of truth into the rotten parts of their own hearts.
For these people, the inevitable breakups will suffice as the knife.
And yet some will spend the rest of their lives somehow blind to the blade lodged in their chest, blood gushing and splattering all over future lovers, becoming so gory that the latter may even imagine the blood is their own.
In fact, 99% of all teenage and 90 % of all college dating (if you can call it that) is utterly pointless, from a life-building standpoint. These couples don't marry and were never going to marry.
Its all just a form of entertainment for idle youth.