Loved this - Like Susan in the film my first REAL oneitis and what led me to TRP wasn't as much a loss of HER - but the caricature I had drawn of what the western woman would give me -- the last one I would trust fully and break all of the commandments and rules for unconsciously. The end of contentment with BP Simp / AFC problems.
I loved this link, because it sums up something that came to mind late one night a few months ago; I was thinking about a girl I knew a couple of years back, wondering why I still felt this vague disappointment about her even though I knew we could never have been together. I liked her, great mutual attraction there- but too many red-flags. I'd even told friends to "Never let me fucking get next to her, no matter what" yet still, this kind of regret? I then opened 'Notes' on my phone and wrote the following:
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The disappointment was that I was in an environment where I felt like a stranger, an observer. I had my friends and my routines, but I saw that they all had a limited life-cycle. Transient. I could see the end. Yet in my mind, there she was. That person who felt familiar from the day our paths had crossed, that person I'd had to leave behind because of a situation that was now ending soon. It was like I had known her a long time, like there was this understanding of each other that went beyond words. And against the backdrop that was my daily life, there she was. Knowing I would soon be much closer to her and that, at the end of a difficult and tiring year, where I'd got to that point and gone "Enough" and chose to leave- that she might be there at the end of it all- like a rainbow at the end of a storm.
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So when I actually stood before the rainbow again- and realised there was no pot of gold, only something that could never be, I had no choice. I had to turn away, knowing there'd be treasure elsewhere but not knowing where or when I'd find it. At least I'd seen the end of the rainbow for myself- and knew for sure this wasn't it. But it was still a let-down, after the past few months, to turn away and know my journey still went on. I'd got over the mountain, but before me lay a blank and foggy path- with answers somewhere beyond it. I had no choice but to keep walking, and walking solo once again in pursuit of the intangible. I still hadn't found what I was looking for.
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sanitypanacea 5y ago
Loved this - Like Susan in the film my first REAL oneitis and what led me to TRP wasn't as much a loss of HER - but the caricature I had drawn of what the western woman would give me -- the last one I would trust fully and break all of the commandments and rules for unconsciously. The end of contentment with BP Simp / AFC problems.
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you sir have an amazing blog!
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bjcm5891 5y ago
I loved this link, because it sums up something that came to mind late one night a few months ago; I was thinking about a girl I knew a couple of years back, wondering why I still felt this vague disappointment about her even though I knew we could never have been together. I liked her, great mutual attraction there- but too many red-flags. I'd even told friends to "Never let me fucking get next to her, no matter what" yet still, this kind of regret? I then opened 'Notes' on my phone and wrote the following:
​
The disappointment was that I was in an environment where I felt like a stranger, an observer. I had my friends and my routines, but I saw that they all had a limited life-cycle. Transient. I could see the end. Yet in my mind, there she was. That person who felt familiar from the day our paths had crossed, that person I'd had to leave behind because of a situation that was now ending soon. It was like I had known her a long time, like there was this understanding of each other that went beyond words. And against the backdrop that was my daily life, there she was. Knowing I would soon be much closer to her and that, at the end of a difficult and tiring year, where I'd got to that point and gone "Enough" and chose to leave- that she might be there at the end of it all- like a rainbow at the end of a storm.
​
So when I actually stood before the rainbow again- and realised there was no pot of gold, only something that could never be, I had no choice. I had to turn away, knowing there'd be treasure elsewhere but not knowing where or when I'd find it. At least I'd seen the end of the rainbow for myself- and knew for sure this wasn't it. But it was still a let-down, after the past few months, to turn away and know my journey still went on. I'd got over the mountain, but before me lay a blank and foggy path- with answers somewhere beyond it. I had no choice but to keep walking, and walking solo once again in pursuit of the intangible. I still hadn't found what I was looking for.
redpillcad 5y ago
Cant tell you how many hot go girl career women Ive seen end up marrying their boss/superiors. Even if they have to remarry to do it.