You can’t un-take the Red Pill. I mean, you can try. You can close your eyes, put your hands over your ears & go lalalalalala, but it won’t work. It is a scary process because your entire life changes; maybe not on the outside as seen by others, but the change is still there.
Sure, I look the same (except my hair is longer, I wear makeup more, I’m in a little better shape & I dress a bit better), I drive the same car, have the same husband, same job & same house: I have the same life as before, but my life to me is way different. It feels different; I feel different.
I have mostly the same friends. I ditched or avoid the most caustic ones, but the rest are the same. The difference is that now I see those friends differently. One friend I always thought of as really having it all together, now I see as a single mother heavily in debt whose child mainly lives with her parents.
Her ex-husband is European & is not allowed back in the States because of the restraining order she took out on him during the divorce. A while back when she took her child to see his father, he hate-fucked her & she liked it. A Lot. Now she pays for exotic vacations for the 3 of them so
she can get laid her child can visit his father.
She is arranging her life around the hope that he will be moving back to the States to be with her, but I truly believe that he has no plans on actually doing so. I think he looks at it as he gets to see his kid, his ex-wife is way less bitchy, he gets laid & a nice free vacation at a resort somewhere exotic. He is the smart one in the relationship & the hope of him returning has made her quit having sex with everyone who will have her. Thank goodness.
Another friend, a very sweet girl that is about 75lbs overweight & very introverted, has decided to go the OKCupid route to finding a boyfriend. She showed me her profile & it was the same as all the horrible profiles you see. It describes how quirky she is, what a good job she has, what she wants in a man. Ugh. ***
I gently mentioned that she should perhaps write about what she has to offer, how she will make the guy’s life better by dating her & she looked at me like I had a third eye. Ugh. And holy cow, lose at least 50 of those extra pounds!
Everywhere I look I see the cringing, supplicating betas, the sad post-wall sluts, the arrogant pre-wall sluts (who have no idea the wall is coming), the guys with natural game (who have no idea how to harness their power), the brute alphas with no control over their anger; I just want to hit them all over the head with the manosphere.
But I don’t. I might occasionally poke them in the ribs with a little suggestion here & there, but mostly I just let them go on their way. I smile & keep my yap shut (generally, lol). It is my job to live my life the best I can; it is not my job to save the world.
[*** here is a link for helpful hints for a woman’s online dating profile from The Private Man]