Here is an interesting take. While I have been on here, (sometimes not at all), the most I’ve ever learned, hands down, is more about “males”, not necessarily men.
In the realm of women, not much. That’s a very simple subject. Painfully simple. Does this mean I get stacked up with loads of beautiful women? No, of course not. I’m more realistic. True I’ve had more than my share. But that doesn’t mean anything.
Depression has more to do with things that you don’t talk about. Depression cannot be cured with drugs. If fact, it’s the admission of failure. It solidifies that you are less than you really are.
Action in life is living. Movement. The only way out is through it. Therapy will seal your fate. It’s the “thinking” that puts you there in the first place.
Fundamentally you need a real problem. I mean a real one. Not all these stupid little ridiculous girl or social issues.
To be up front, your environment is too predictable. Too soft. Stupid little problems with this and that. What’s a girl thinking. All that garbage.
How depressed would a man be if he was in a situation where death is right in front of him or even just the possibility of death. His heartbeat picks up a little and a start of a release of adrenaline leaks into his bloodstream.
How depressed would a man be if someone walked up a stuck a gun in his face? Do you think he would be thinking about all those stupid little problems?
We live in a dangerously passive environment. What gets you excited? Rich kids and rich professionals have a very high suicide rate when compared to poor people. Their lives are without danger. A dangerous environment propels a man to higher levels. It could be business, hunting dangerous game, climbing dangerous mountains.
The problem with men’s goals, is that they are so small. He is fundamentally a coward. It’s not even your job to walk up to a woman. That’s her job to make herself available. Men are so clueless while embroiled in their predictable, ridiculous lives. This even includes me at different times.
It is your responsibility to put yourself in dangerous conditions and environments. You do this by throwing yourself at a star high goal. A well regulated society is a man’s demise. Feminine seeks regulation and safety. Masculine does not. To escape or avoid enslavement to a structure and robotic existence (depression), you must risk all that you will ever be. Whatever it is. Working your butt off just to skydive every weekend is a worthy life. Working for retirement is a death sentence.
This society is set up from the very start to reduce and solidify you into robotic production and/or existence. You MUST defy it. Better to be dead than have a fully structured, enslaving existence.
When you think this way, biologically, women are naturally drawn to it. They want your offspring. This is a biological imperative. They can’t make it go away or in any way overcome it. Sex, even with birth control is still a biological urge.
there are only two ways you can go. That’s it. You can be the safety net and be the stable, safe, dependable protector who must keep her OR you can be the breeder. There is absolutely nothing else to be. There is no “I am going to learn all these traits and ideas and then go get a wife and a safe life.” You are a god damn fool. You deserve everything that happens to you.
I will divulge something here. I had a guy I worked under in a desolate place on earth here in the states. was an absolute idiot. Highly destructive. Well, we worked three weeks on and two weeks off. We would fly back home for down time. We had a Christmas party. He had a cute Hispanic wife. I knew he was a nut job and just looking at her I knew she hated her life with him.
Yep I pounded her out. Hard. Justice. I feel no remorse and no pity over this.