I get the general trend and opinion on this forum.
Spin plates, **** as many girls as you can, stop caring so much about them.
But what happens when you get older?
I've always been a cynical and distrusting guy even before learning about the red pill, but college has really poison my heart.
We talk a lot about the **** carousel on this forum and it's fine when you don't care about the girl.
I see during my time at the university, most girls have been ****ed ragged. I wouldn't want to be a father with a daughter in the 21st century.
There are times when I just plan on having fun with them, but when you **** a girl too many times and you end up having feelings for them.
These are the most painful moments. It sneaks up on you before you realize it.
I get this empty bitter feeling.
Is there any other guy out there who can understand my pain? If so, please post. I want to hear from you.
My rational side, the legion of men on sosuave standing on my shoulders, knows the true reality of these relationship.
While I find myself ****ing the girls and spending romantic times with them, everything is tainted by bitterness. The thousand voices of men on sosuave is a constant reminder.
The better the girl treats me, I worse this bitterness becomes.
My 23rd birthday, my "gf" bought a cake and sang happy bday for me.
First times anyone has ever done that for me in my life. First time anyone has given me a present on my birthday. Usually all I get is a text from my mother. My best buddies are nowhere to be seen, those guys could care less.
I'd be lying if I didn't admit that I was really happy. Happy to have someone care. Even if it's only for a while.
But even this happiness is tainted with bitterness.
When the girls say, "I love you", I smile and pretend that everything is alright with the world. But deep down, there's this terrible feeling. The poison is eating me alive.
I think it stems from the realization that you can never love any of these girls truly. The red pill is bitter.
Today, when I was sitting in my car alone, I decided to finally open the present my ex-gf gave me. The thing had been sitting there for a long time unopened.
It was a little music box that played our favorite song. I got a little bit choked up, the sweet bitterness.
She left the country because her visa expired. Still calls me every few days to tell me how much she loves me. I know better because of you guys. She'll probably be ****ing another guy in a few months or so I just assume.
A true DJ I never call or text her first, never bought or pay anything for her. I learned from the best, from you guys.
I know you all like to pretend that you're emotionless android ****ing machine, but deep down, some of you probably can relate a little bit to what I'm saying.
To quote from my favorite movie, "even though I'm no better than a beast, don't I have the right to love?" What is life without someone that cares for you?
How can we grow and develop past this stage? Will we be spinning plates and continue this lifestyle when we're 60 years old?
Spin plates, **** as many girls as you can, stop caring so much about them.
But what happens when you get older?
I've always been a cynical and distrusting guy even before learning about the red pill, but college has really poison my heart.
We talk a lot about the **** carousel on this forum and it's fine when you don't care about the girl.
I see during my time at the university, most girls have been ****ed ragged. I wouldn't want to be a father with a daughter in the 21st century.
There are times when I just plan on having fun with them, but when you **** a girl too many times and you end up having feelings for them.
These are the most painful moments. It sneaks up on you before you realize it.
I get this empty bitter feeling.
Is there any other guy out there who can understand my pain? If so, please post. I want to hear from you.
My rational side, the legion of men on sosuave standing on my shoulders, knows the true reality of these relationship.
While I find myself ****ing the girls and spending romantic times with them, everything is tainted by bitterness. The thousand voices of men on sosuave is a constant reminder.
The better the girl treats me, I worse this bitterness becomes.
My 23rd birthday, my "gf" bought a cake and sang happy bday for me.
First times anyone has ever done that for me in my life. First time anyone has given me a present on my birthday. Usually all I get is a text from my mother. My best buddies are nowhere to be seen, those guys could care less.
I'd be lying if I didn't admit that I was really happy. Happy to have someone care. Even if it's only for a while.
But even this happiness is tainted with bitterness.
When the girls say, "I love you", I smile and pretend that everything is alright with the world. But deep down, there's this terrible feeling. The poison is eating me alive.
I think it stems from the realization that you can never love any of these girls truly. The red pill is bitter.
Today, when I was sitting in my car alone, I decided to finally open the present my ex-gf gave me. The thing had been sitting there for a long time unopened.
It was a little music box that played our favorite song. I got a little bit choked up, the sweet bitterness.
She left the country because her visa expired. Still calls me every few days to tell me how much she loves me. I know better because of you guys. She'll probably be ****ing another guy in a few months or so I just assume.
A true DJ I never call or text her first, never bought or pay anything for her. I learned from the best, from you guys.
I know you all like to pretend that you're emotionless android ****ing machine, but deep down, some of you probably can relate a little bit to what I'm saying.
To quote from my favorite movie, "even though I'm no better than a beast, don't I have the right to love?" What is life without someone that cares for you?
How can we grow and develop past this stage? Will we be spinning plates and continue this lifestyle when we're 60 years old?