I am a nobody, here. You don't know my real name, I am using a fake email, and a fake IP. I am a stranger, none of you here will ever truly know who I am as a person, and that is okay, I enjoyed my time here with you, you have lifted me up with a surge of dopamine on many a sad day, and it is enough.

This is going to be my last night on this website, and the manosphere as a whole. I have been on The Red Pill journey for the past couple of years (I don't even remember at this point), and now it comes to a conclusion.

As a parting note I will provide my reason as to why I am leaving. I do not intend this to downplay or delegitimize the red pill philosophy - game is game :) , but I believe that I am at a point in my development as a person where I feel that I need more than what the red pill is offering to me and this my reasons why - I am ready to respond for the night, then I will just delete the password for this account and to the abyss it goes.

Narratives, meta narratives, meta meta narratives, self aware, meta self awareness analysis, the rabbit hole of overthinking it goes deep.

I came to this conclusion recently.

All my life I had believed myself to be a type of person who loved to customize his Android, from when I laid hands on my first Android phone (a fake Huawei) I tinkered with the device till no end. I would install lock screens, launchers, root, custom roms, xposed and any tweak I could find online to optimize every subsequent device I would lay my hands on. I did it because I felt that there was always something to adjust with my devices, always a way to customize to suit my specific taste. It was who I was as a person.

But the thing was, if you held one of my 'customized' devices, you would never know it was. I always kept my setup simple, clean and minimalist with tweaks here and there for quick functionality.

A week ago, I bought a new phone as the last one had broke. This was the first premium android phone I have ever bought (its a midranger tbh) it cost me close to double my last phone, and it wasn't bought refurbished - this was fresh from the box.

After using the device for a while now, I realized something, there was nothing I wanted to customize about this device. It did everything I wanted it to do, well. Which made me realize that my entire personality of 'loving customization' was just coping with the shitty card of bad phones I had to deal with. I reflected on it, and I realized every tweak and customization I ever did in my life weren't special, in fact in hindsight it was my younger self demanding what I felt were basic essentials, which at the time were not there in device because the phone I was buying were cheap fake phones.

I still haven't bothered to enable developer mode on this new phone - because I haven't felt the need to. I ask myself had I owned this phone all those years ago, would I have ever bothered to learn what 'developer mode' does in the first place.

As I pondered on this thought, I began to look around me and question things. How much of my life was willful intention, and how much of it was reaction to difficult circumstance.

As I began writing this, a farewell to the red pill community - a community where I have learned much and grown as a person, where I dwelled in the deepest pit of despair and spent many nights pondering ending it, on this very last night I ask myself this question.

If I had had a girlfriend 6 years ago, would I have ever known about this forum. If I had met someone whose values matched my own and whose company I enjoyed would I have ever been here. I reflected deeply on this issue. And no matter how many times I put it, I cannot avoid this. If I had had a girlfriend I was reasonably happy with, I would not have seeked out this forum. I would not have been here. There would have been no pill for me to take if I had been happy.

Why couldn't I have gotten that girlfriend all those years ago I was young, dumb, stupid, cruel, spiteful and refused to ever accept that there was something wrong with me. I would like to think that I was this ugly being incapable of ever being loved, but the reality of my situation was that I refused to look up. There were always those I met who were kind to me, who loved me, who were good to me. But instead I let myself be drawn to the dark and ugly, I succumbed to the Squid Game problem.

In the season finale of squid game, the bad man proposes to the young man a game, he wants to show him that human being really are evil. The bad man points outside the window to a homeless man freezing on the street to death, he tells the young man, lets wait till midnight to see if anyone will bother save him. time passes, as the two watch, they see many people walking past the dying homeless man. The bad man smirks, he tells the young man to realize the evilness of the world. the young man is dejected. but at the 11th hour, a lady who had passed by the old man returns with paramedics, she had not ignored him but had gone to get help.

Maybe the world really is evil and messed up. Maybe women are evil creatures who will hypergamy and walk over you. maybe you will get fucked. But I think I would rather hedge my bet searching for a unicorn than it would constantly being bitter about women.

I think I would rather risk the pain of rejection opening up who I am as a person, expecting the same from the other, and going through the brutal cycles of relationships than whatever the red pill has to offer.

I don't want to be old and have to hide who i am a person, tbh life is beautiful, It is weird and messy and beautiful. Look I can write weird sentence that deviate from the point I am trying to make |:?) a funny face

And it is too damn short for me to be this miserable. So what she's ridden a cock coursel So what if you're the beta buck

The only real questions that ultimately matters is this,

  1. Are you reasonably attracted to her
  2. Is she honest with you, can you communicate clearly with her
  3. Do you trust her, with your darkest fears
  4. Does she make you happy
  5. Do you see a future with her

If any woman you meet in this broken down life meets all four of this, what more do you really want from life.

Like really? You searched all the lands of human mediocrity and you couldn't find one that met the match.

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Really G?

Ultimately does it fucking matter that the old man was right in Squid game, I am at a point in my life where I don't think it really did, who cares if you were bitterly rejected time and time again, those people were never going to save you. All that really matters is that one person that rescued him. Nothing else

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Every day of existence is a gift. I am not going to spend it bitterly obsessing over a hypergamous girl.

I want a girlfriend. I want to cuddle and be as bluepilled with her as possibly as I can be. And I feel okay admitting that. And I reasonably believe I can get that without this community. I love life.

Every moment is a gift