Summary: This is bitter sweet, so here goes the bitter part first. No one gives a fuck about you. Now for the sweet part -- once you realize that no one gives a fuck about you then you are free to give a fuck about you.

Body: Back in my beta days before I found the red pill I used to wander around wasting my time seeking sympathy, empathy, and the concern of people around me. I wanted validation and recognition. I wanted people to understand me and where I was coming from. Fuck, I just wanted to feel special.

Know what I did to get this shit? I would post a Facebook status about some philosophical topic, some book, or a special gain or achievement that I had accomplished. I would talk to people personally about my dreams, interests, and ambitions. In the company of others I would complain about how hard my job was, how difficult grad school could be, or what an arduous time I was having with blah, blah, blah.

I never once got recognition. No pats on the back. No job well done. No keep going, champ. Nothing. Okay maybe I did once in a while, but it always felt hallow and shitty when I did.

After I took the pill I started running across this wonderful teaching -- that the world doesn't give a flying fuck about you and me.

The world doesn't care about men. When our nations go to war who is thrown into the meat grinder to die? Young men like you and me. When your bitch ex sends your ass to court who gets the kids/money/assets/house/etc.? She does. When false rape accusations occur who is always guilty? You, bud. When drama in a relationship goes down whose fault is it always? The man's. If any hardship, trial, tribulation, or tragedy befalls you whose responsibility is it? Yours and yours alone. There is no virtuous man to come and give a helping hand when we go through misery, but there always is for a woman. Society will let all manner of adversity befall you, they will mock you while you go through it, and then berate you if you fail. When the same thing happens to women all of society unites to help them, but not us. Broke? It's your fault. Depressed? Your fault, bud. Is life feeling hard? Tough luck, pal. You are alone. Deal with it.

The truth is, no one cares about me or you. Okay, okay. If you are one of the most lucky people in the world maybe you have a parent or two or maybe some close friend or family member who cares about you but that's it. But here's the thing. If I get hit by a bus tomorrow they will all move on and forget about me. Their lives, families, and careers will take their attention and they'll live life and get along fine without me. Let's say you die tomorrow. So what? No one will care if you never recorded that album, started that new business, wrote that book, launched that new product line, went to that school, or made any of your dreams come true. No one gives a fuck about you.

Feel like complaining about your workload? Guess what no one gives a fuck. LTR giving you pointless drama? Guess what no one gives a fuck. Boss being a ridiculous asshole just for the fun of it? No one gives a fuck. Feel like complaining about something? No one gives a single fuck, bro.

And most importantly of all, women especially do not give a fuck. You will immediately appear weak and pathetic to women if you look for comfort from them. They will despise you as their vag dries up at the sound of your despair. I used to hope and dream of meeting a woman who would understand me and be there for me through thick and thin, "For better or worse," as the marriage vow goes. After all, society tells us that women simply want us to open up and "share our feelings." It's religion-level BS. That's a blue pill fantasy and it'll never come true. Women don't give a fuck about you and they don't want to be your rock. They want YOU to be their rock. They cannot understand that women are born and men are made. They'll never realize all of the pain, struggle, sweat, risk, hunger, courage, blood, sleepless nights, and misery that went into your path to manhood. Most women, especially very attractive women have an extremely simple and easy life. Us? We play this game on hard mode, so go wage war.

I'm saying this for the new guys and especially you younger guys. Get this in your head. No one in the whole world gives a single flying fuck about you. We are nothing but little humans walking around on a blue pixel floating in a limitless sea of stars and darkness. Life is too short to bitch and moan about how shitty society is getting. That's dark and bitter, but its bitterness doesn't save it from being true. Now for the sweet part.

The reason I particularly love this TRP doctrine is that it is SO FREEING.

Once you realize that no one gives a fuck, you'll finally be free to give a fuck about the only thing that matters for the duration of your short time on this planet -- you. This concern about others will all fall off you like some heavy burden you never knew you were carrying. You'll be so much more appreciative of life. You'll have energy you never knew you had because you wasted it caring about what other people thought. And you'll easily invest in yourself like never before.

And guess what. Know what happens when you become the rock? People will lean on you and you'll be able to help those who are worthy. They will come to you for the comfort you once sought from others. The tables will turn like never before.

Lessons learned: Never complain. No one gives a fuck. Never seek validation from others. They don't give a fuck. Women especially don't give a fuck, they don't understand, and they don't really care to understand. Approval seeking is a fool's game. Don't do it. Once you become a rock, people in your circle will start to lean on you. Do what you will with that.

Edit: shortened it because damn that was long!