ITLR- The Chosen FewPosted: October 10, 2012
this post is dedicated to the young men of the Sphere. Gather round the fire, there is something i want to tell you.
you are the fortunate ones of the upcoming generation of men. you have the truth. you have taken the red pill. as i approach the twilight of my third decade on this ball of dirt, i wish to offer you some perspective and words of encouragement.
your 20’s, in regards to women, suck fucking wet donkey balls.
the battle rages on around you. the enemy is firing upon you from an elevated position and the trenches are steeped in mud. you wanna give up, you want to thrown your rifle down and give up. i know the feeling. i’ve been there. your 20’s is the hardest time in the SMP for guys.
but you’re different. you are a new generation. the new spec-op’s of the SMP. you’ve found Roissy, Roosh, Mentu, Badger, PrivateMan, hell maybe to an extent…..my dumb ass. you are being given true weaponry for the SMP. i found the blogosphere just over a year ago. if i were DECENT with women then, i’m SURGICAL with them now. i recall the SMP in my 20’s, i did ok. if you’re in your 20’s and have taken the red pill, i SWEAR TO YOU, your 30’s will be CAKE in the SMP.
so take your lumps- get flaked on, rejected, manipulated, etc. don’t be angry, don’t be bitter. the girls in your dating pool are simply exercising a fleeting power. a power that fades in a blinding flash for most women. one second it’s there, the next….”where are all the boys?” by the time they realize it, you’re almost 30….or in your 30’s. you have something you didn’t have in your 20’s-
you’ll have a true sense of self.
this is the burning core of confidence. this cannot be faked, or learned over night. it is the culmination of life-experiences and the battles you’ve fought in. it’s from rejection (after a while it just doesn’t bother you anymore), flaking (ah well, fuck her.), education (The Sphere), and having a true idea of what you want your life to be. and by that point in your life-
women just won’t be a major factor anymore.
now i LOVE women. i enjoy being in their company, i enjoy flirty banter, i enjoy teasing them, making them smile, and they LOVE it as well. but women can sense a “pussy agenda”, and when they do, most will just string you along until you give up or they’ll fuck you. yeah, they will. with game and the modern outlook on sex that most young women have….getting laid ain’t that hard. it’s no longer dating, it’s “hanging out.” asking most women, in their late teens-early 20’s on a date nowadays is like asking ben franklin for a light bulb. tell her, “you wanna hang out” and she agrees, you’re almost half way there. if you actually DO hang out with her….and you know game. dude, you’re WAAAAAAAAAAAAAY ahead of where i was in the my 20’s.
so fret not young hunter. these days may be dark, you might be taking lumps in the SMP; but i promise you….it.gets.better. you are being baptized by fire, forged by the men who KNOW their shit about the SMP, i can assure you- your 20’s will be A LOT better off then 90% of men in their 20’s who are blinded by blue-pill bullshit. trust me men, adversity builds character. get your first true heart break out of the way, fuck as many women as you can, and if you’re LTR minded-
learn what you need/want in a woman. that only comes from “dating” as many women as you can.
the best advice i can offer you is- DO.NOT.GET.MARRIED.IN.YOUR.20’S. got that.
learn Krav, go to a shooting range occasionally (with the intention of becoming a better shot), take up archery (great for relaxation), learn auto-mechanics, PLEASE learn to cook (you don’t even have to be able to cook well)- do ONE THING that could be construed as “masculine”. these things will give you a confidence no degree could ever replace. it will give a SKILL. and….DAMMIT…..
sorry, couldn’t resist that one.
in a sense i HATE you little bastards. lol. you have it MUCH easier than i did in my 20’s. so keep reading the blogs, learn masculine skills, practice game (yes….it MUST be practiced), and soldier on.
Sisyphus was punished with eternal toil. Camus posited that what made Sisyphus greater than the God’s was his watching the stone fall back down the mountain, then climbing back down to begin again. by accepting his punishment, he’s BEATEN the God’s. his unwavering ability to tend to this mindless task is epic.
but eventually, you….young man, will watch the stone fall (aka-flake, rejection), and you’ll REFUSE to push that stone back up. you’ll scream a hearty “FUCK YOU” to the God’s (feminism), climb down the mountain, look at stone, look at the mountain, then look up to the God’s, give them the finger, and find a better stone.
stay the fuck up.