Ten ways to pass a shit test. Agree and amplify. Smile and approve of her.
Right. Because if you get angry, you lose your frame. If you defend yourself, you. . Blah blah.
If you show anger, you reveal pain. And a real man does not feel pain. No, especially not from a woman.
You think you are being condescending, but in reality you are just letting your enemies wreak havoc to your soul. You are inviting and rewarding disrespect.
Such, since it is emotionally incorrect for a man to feel pain, you rather pretend to not feel pain and take all her abuse in. To prove that you are an unaffected little monkey. To be her little masculine sex slave.
Let us be rational
But beingis , right.
You are not rational, you are fucking stupid. You ignore the reality that she is hurting you. Yes, in fact, your goal is – explicitly – to be able to take whatever she throws at you and shrug it off like a moron.
You ignore your pain and then you drown it in her sex to distract yourself from it.
Very indeed, only a weakling would emote and be hurt. A real man must be her tower of strength. A man does not beat women. Gentleman code and stuff. Or honor? Neo-masculinity? What is the right word for this?
Your chivalry andor however you call it, it is just a fucking collectivistic slave doctrine, you stupid idiot. A high and , an abomination like this disgusting black spot on humanity that is .
Brainwashing to make you into a narcissistic and arrogant little prince whom other real men can look upon and nod their heads in affirmation.
Old insipid black and white movies of the good old times when men held open the doors for women, probably written and directed by gay men and closeted feminists. But those movies did impress mommy, did they not. Maybe even poppy. Mommy and poppy brought you up to be just like the nice man in tehveh, where everyone smiles madly, respects each other and plays their role.
You see a woman and secretly, you just want to tell her how beautiful she is. But then she opens her legs and suddenly she is a dirty whore and you can not respect her. You act offended over the dark side of game. Oh come on, get over yourself. You are so fucking good and flawless I want to puke.
But then the bitches do not want you, oh. Bitches are bad, feminism has spoiled them. They only want those broken assholes who treat them bad. Yeah, you are so much better. You probably look at yourself in the mirror and smugly think you are a man who does the right thing.
Your super-ego is so great that you have to duck when you pass through doors, to not hurt it.
Ever wondered who you are trying to fit into the definition of man for? Yourself? Please.
What a vain little poser you are.
Proud of serving
What is a man? A guy with a stable job and income, career, good friends, warmth, kindness, a smile on his face, morals, the deluded search for truth, patriotism, the wish to die for his country and the churches pass to heaven in his back pocket? A guy whom everyone likes, without edges? A man with frame?
In other words, you are being everything that others could possibly want you to be. You are a disgusting little cog in the dire mechanics of a sexually frustrated civilization. But who are you really?
Know the purpose of that ideal? Of the nice guy as well as that of the stoic idiot who never cries?
It is there so that you take in all the pain without defending yourself. And on top of that, you are supposed toat all. Just so that people will avoid saying something like “you are damaged” or “what is wrong with you?” Indeed, having problems is very shameful. ; .
Fucking bullshit propaganda to make you a nice servant to her whims and needs. Having problems and hurts means that you are an inefficient slave.
So you give up taking care of your own well-being to gain the right to take care of hers. If you are not a slave, what are you?
You are proud of that smug smile and perfect eye contact of yours and all the fucking show you put up to impress her. To make her part of your sphere of warmth or what-fucking-ever.
You act like you are not interested in her only so that she will be interested in you.
All in all, you give up expression of your self so that there becomes place for her in your life.
You are not fucking her. She is fucking you. You may be dominating her and throwing her on your bed, but you are still just doing it because you heard that that is what she wants. You are just being her obedient stud.
And my angry wisdom is all but lost on you, because you secretly really just want to fucking be a great man for her, because your sense of self belongs to all the women around you. And you are proud of it, you sad loser.
If I was a psychopath
Right, if I had not my past, her remarks would not hurt me. If I was a psychopath, I would not care.
But I fucking am not. My past is my past and if you tread on it, I will kick you.
Yes, I am hurt. Yes, I have problems. Yes, being a man without a regular sex life is devastating to my pride.
A real man does not care if he gets rejected? A real man does not care if she makes a condescending remark? A real man is above that? Well, I am not that. Not your fucking caricature of a real man.
No, I will not be a slave of my problems. But neither will I be acting as if they do not exist for any of youor pretending to be one of the flawless pretty boys, just because that is what you need.
Your flying car from the future may not be dependent on fossil fuel. My old shabby car is. The fossil fuel of respect.
No, I am not entitled to your respect. All I am saying is: Hurt me and I will hurt you back.
Because I need myself more than I need you.
Letting the pain flow through me? No, bitch, I throw it right back at ya.