A Pang of Nostalgia and Apprehension

Chateau writes:

Don’t be surprised if a pang of nostalgia and apprehension arrests you. The future of your nation and your people is dying before your eyes in a swirl of solipsism and baby substitutes.

I am a big fan of his writing style. And I do feel a pang of nosta lgia and apprehension on looking at this pic. I have always loved kids, the innocence, the cooing, the smiles and the wet kisses. There’s hardly anything to not love.

But his complaint that the future of white people and America is in danger because now we have a psychotic ideology pushing women towards cubicles and boardrooms instead of cradles and breatfeeding seems headed in a wrong direction.

Obviously the pic on the right is not enough to make a judgement on the lady but keeping line with the context I’d say that if hyper liberal women swallowing the feminist dogma choose to fill their life with cats instead of babies that’s probably a good sign for the country and the world.

I don’t know what the complaint exactly is about. He daily dismantles the left liberal’s shitlibs and their anti white and anti america rhetoric and then goes to complain about the very women not having enough white babies. That’s just asking for more democrat voters.

The idea that all women should have babies is equivalent to the meme that “everyone should vote”. That is obviously a very bad idea. That would have been a good thing if every voter was a thomas sowell fan and reader. And that is never going to be a case. We already have a culture of eternal victimhood and virtue signalling in the name of the poor, women or minorities. By making sure everyone votes, most people will only fall back to voting left.

Having Children

A second line of argument to make is to ask if everyone is even fit to have kids and wants to?

It is true that children are amazing to be around and there’s a lot about them to love, but that simply does not mean everyone should go for it or that everyone should want to.

The thing with nostalgia is that the idea of the past, the good old days, always elicits an emotional response in human beings. Probably because of the simple fact that we cannot go back to it. That is no argument to claim that the past was better than the present.

And wanting kids is a even bigger question everyone needs to ask as soon as possible. Whether you replace that with cats or career is not point. In fact it would be tragic is one were to blindly follow down the parenthood road just for sake of their people and country.

Let’s talk fuckin Money

You don’t a lot need it. But it’s good to have as much as you can of it.

Money is about Men. Let’s start with that. Yeah there probably are 10% high testosterone ambitious empow wiimmeen who want to money as much as Men do but fuck em`, lol, they’re an exception and not the rule, and the rule is most of the chicks know in the subconscious hindbrain of theirs that they’ll surely get a high income Man (who they most probably won’t be deserving of) but nontheless they are sure to get him and have that cosy life their mothers brought them up with or fathers if you get one of the “daddy’s princess” psychos.

Now that we got that out of the way. We already saw in the above para an example of “money is about men”. But I don’t like that context. Bluepill societal dictat that Men ought to have money and be successful to take care of the fat sluts coming out of their party years at 28. I’d rather have that Men save up every last penny for their financial security, for their parents and family instead of let an ex cock rider buy shoes with it. And of course whore around and snort coke of their ass cracks every now and then. At the end they’ll probably find an unicorn to put the proverbial “ring on it”(seems unlikely though).

While money is extremely important I want to find some context to that.

How much does a Man need?

Anyone with above average intelligence and work ethic can make a decent house, car, clothes come true for himself in today. Say thanks to the gods of capitalism. You can always better those things to always keep upgrading, sure, but to what fucking extent? Do you really need to go from a 3GB  RAM phone to 6GB one? Fuck NO! Dumb cunts who do not even know what RAM is do that. You wanting that is just the feminine culture getting to you. Indulging in mindless materialism just to fit the ideological poster child of being empowered and ambitious is what the femcunt narcisstic KULTURE is all about.

I want to bring your attention to something bigger. The thing which will wipe all that you own if you mess it up, your real #1 asset — HEALTH.

Ask me I am looking at an 400000 rupee surgery for my face because I’m suffering from Trigeminal Neuralgia aka the suicide disease. And this probably for no fault of my own, the dentist fucked it up during the RC, so that should give you a pretty fucking good idea on how a single blow to you fragile frame of flesh and bones can put you up by a decade.

I’ve always questioned what most Men plan to do with their fortunes and I guess they don’t have a clue themselves. Personally the only answers I have come with is books, clothes, some travel, some good times at the expensive clubs and I’d rate the most books a priority on that list. After that with what’s left I would factor donating to blogs and the alternative media which puts out the right ideas which can save us from the liberal BS out there in the mainstream today.

But what after that? And I think they have the answer in the subconscious which they can’t reach. They are just saving for a major blow to their fucking liver or the heart. In Games People Play psychologist Eric Berne explains about his theories of a “life script”. About how we all have decided an answer to the question “what happens to a person like me?” while we were 4 years old. Of course we don’t the answer any more than we know the script but it’s part of our daily functioning.

And sadly for most men today the answer seems to be that “a guy like me works to death in a job he hates, married to a wife he probably hates, with kids who hate him and think of him as no more than a walking wallet. To put this out of my mind I come home, drink to death infront of the TV and never having seen the inside of a gym I go out like a sick fat dog with liver or heart poisoning.” That’ll will cost you some fucking money. That is an expensive fucking script to have.

That answers what most most men will do with all the wealth they so desperately make, they will it lose it at the hospital to extend a life not worth living.

ILL HEALTH IS THE BIGGEST DRAIN ON ALL YOUR HARD EARNED MONEY.

Reading and the source of knowledge

I get a lot of reactions to my impetus to reading.

It ranges from admiration to “booorinng”, “time waste”, the “that’s why he talks and acts like a psycho” look and of course accusations of just being a pretentious bragg. Frankly they all would get to me in the initially days and still do to some extent and I start presenting my case by shoving blocks of text on pages into people’s faces and begging and pleading them to just give it a read and tell me what think about it, and fucking believe me—IT. NEVER. FUCKING. WORKS.

Now at the time of writing this I can recall upto 3-4 instances of this method not working, and that too with people closest to me. Family and friends* if you will.

It’s never been a huge amount either, just small snippets I’d present to them to just get some thinking and discussion going about how amazing and beneficial that piece of info could be to know in life and could be put to use. Today I would argue that the biggest benefit is that it would help one unplug from the matrix. Little doses of TheRedPill if you will.

A famous quote (or maybe only I thought it famous because I can’t seem to find it now )says

“reading a book is a great risk, for you don’t know how many illusions of yours it’ll shatter”

This was roughly the message of the quote.

It amazes me how true it’s been in my experiences in discussions about reading. Especially from the “that’s why he talks and acts like a psycho” crowd. In fact in any intellectual deadlock the closest people to me have thrown the “oh did one of your books say this?” comeback to me as if somehow the fact that it indeed is from a book negates the truth or the value of the point I made.

When you read that statement repatedly, you’ll see that the actual objection isn’t to the fact that the point comes from a book but from the fact that it doesn’t come from my own head. Reflect on that for a sec and you see that what I am being accused of is some form of cheating or in fact foolishness of considering some guy’s opinion but not my own which then branches into the fact that knowledge(any points I made in the argument) is suppose to come from my “own” head to be a valid point and not from any external sources.

I don’t know how well I am making the point but the following exchange I was a part of once in college comes to mind which serves as an eg:

DC: So tell me what is the GRE? Do you even know it?
DD: Graduate Record Examination.
DC: Ohh fuck off! You googled it! You googled it! you didn’t know it yesterday.
Me: So what? Is he suppose to just dream stuff up? The knowledge has to come from somewhere.
it then kind of ended in me and DD agreeing and laughing about it.

Again the accusation that knowledge has to come from your own mind and not from “outside”.  But how is one supposed to know something without getting it from somewhere?

And the final blow was when somone told me in all his fucking wisdom that

if you just think about it for 20mins, you’d realise you already know everything in those books

FUCKIN HOW?!

But then I got to thinking about it, and now have some theories, human societies make it a point to bring up children with an pre-programmed package of “you already know that”. This is a form of “no one knows why but it is so and if you ask about it you are stupid”. Now you have the fear of being tagged “stupid” and you stop questioning things. They draw a line in cultural and intellectual discourse and crossing it makes you “a weirdo”, “kinda retarded” etc. And the social of pressure of being labelled a idiot and being isolated out of the group keeps us in line. For e.g. consider platitude like the “never ask a woman’s age” meme. The simple reality of it is women can’t have such a direct and overt estimation of their SMV.

Unfortunately a lot of people have taken it farther than just not questioning a few memes like these but have discarded the whole pursuit of knowing anything at all not already signed by the current pop cultural trend. Because of which only the “famous” stuff gets read. Anything little of the line gets the raised eyebrows look.

Society applies this dynamic to only the personal side of a human life. No one ever gives you a weird look when you are discussing sciences and programming. No one has a problem when you refer to those “better than you” in those fields. In fact it is expected that the knowledge should come from somewhere out of you and from a better more experienced place.

But consider the areas of relationships and confidence. Even mentioning to anyone that you are reading a book on one these is supposed to be funny somehow. They act surprise as if they already have a Phd on the subject and thought you did too. Do note here that their conviction here is not fake but comes from the “you already know it” seed which society puts in us and now probably has nurtured it to a grown creeper. Their advice at the end of it is “just be yourself” which is nothing more but a nice and powerful slogan for the same “you already got this”.

A huge reason for society to bring us up with this notion of already “being enough” is we as a collective do not really want a huge number of us looking to “change things” too quickly, because then the chance of fucking it all up and getting 20 million people killed is a possiblity.

Hence the trick to keep you satisfied where you are so you don’t fuck the place up.

Musings on the Female Unicorns

Every time I come across the shy soft spoken girl i fall in love. That elusive unicorn. At times it's instant oneitis i.e I just look at a girl and she looks the shy kind and I'm starting to fill in all other details about her in my head. This tendency to fill your head with extremely-super-positive assumptions about her, I covered here already. And I left out the magical shy girl out in that post, kinda forgot about her.

Maybe a reason I didn't cover her in that article is because the shy girl is not always the best looking, she's definitely not the hot type and she's also not the anxious one always at the corner scared, coming of very standoffish—that would be the majority of the Indian male population in 2016, awkward, with no smile or life in the eyes and just going through the motions, and the fact that he has no fucking inclination or idea about choosing proper fitting clothes doesn't help it either.

The shy girl just comes off as a very normal person, yes from time to time, she does have that pretty face and a great figure too. The fashion sense which gives her away is she'll be wearing the exact same kinda outfits which look exactly similar twice in a row, lol this one is my best observation with the shy chick I'm infatuated with now.

And this is why I used the "very normal person" description with her, she probably noticed that this one thing looks pretty ok so yea let's just buy 5 of those and wear them daily, she's almost just like men when it comes to fashion, but Indian men just suck far too much these days with clothes, so let's say her thought process about fashion is just like men and not the whole thing.
 

They have done something hard.

“…the biggest barrier to commitment with most of these women wasn’t their sexuality or their femininity. It was either that I didn’t find them beautiful enough or interesting enough to warrant commitment. Many of these girls could help themselves immensely by reading a few classic novels and working out a little. But they get attention regardless, so the motivation to better themselves isn’t present. It’s unfortunate. That said, I think it’s possible to find value. If you’re willing to hang around in the 6-7 range looks-wise, you can lock down a young, intelligent, girl who will make a good partner and mother. The question is really how much you’re willing to compromise where beauty is concerned.”

—Jared Rutledge (a fallen hero who later pussyfied to PC-SJW-pressure look for cynthia’s annoying self righteous comment)

Now to sympathize with the guys a little, there's a reason why they're all so socially uncaliberated, anxious, come off as standoffish and don't seem to have a clue on what to wear is because they're so uncelebrated. Look at the feedback men get from everywhere and everyone all their life.

Something like this.
Dad:
"fuck you, fool, fucking good for nothing, achieve something in life then talk"

Teachers and parents:
"lord knows what you're going to be when you grow up, idiot"

Parents:
"work hard or else you won't get a fucking job and then forget about getting a girl"

Friends:
"do whatever you can  .. you're never ever getting a girl mate, marry the hand"

Facebook:
"0 friend requests, 1 like, 1 comment from the childhood friend best friend—"no one fucking cares, just shut the fuck up"".

Facebook:
"why do you even bother bro?"

This list is turning out to be fun I'll definitely write a post just on it.

But I believe I've made the point well.

Let's just say all this gets to the poor lad by the time he is 25.

Maybe one can say it humbles men, or if you go by today’s culture “it keeps them in line”, whatever that is, hard to explain the manhating culture we find ourselves in.

The shy girl we all so like has also been through something similar, something hard, let' say ‘made to work’ for stuff unlike her hotter counterparts. She got all that positive validation girls always get all their lives from everywhere but something along the way thought her to keep her feet on the ground or neutralized it and kept her from becoming a total validation junkie.

It could be just her raising, her parents as role models, her career choices(CAs are the fucking best I feel*) or maybe she just has the intellectual permissions to be a winner like Eric Berne talks about in What do you say after you say hello?

Can’t find the fucking quote so placeholder.

She developed that autonomy which tells her she's just like the rest of us and not some very special snowflake, of course she gets the little extra love for being the cute girl around, but as mentioned she’s grounded about that and probably intellectually aware of it.

In the end whatever it is, it keeps her from doing what so many of her hotter sisters of the “sisterhood”* are doing on instagram.

Below is an exhibit, who at one point had more insta followers than Parul Gulati—an actress on crime patrol.

I think it's only after Parul's movie, she got the lead on the follower count just a few months back.

I would just share her instagram pics with you but I am too paranoid about my identity after incidents where feminists want to skin guys alive for calling stupid women—STUPID.

Also this is the kind of stuff that motivates her to keep up the supply:

And the good girls at the internet's toilet scroll and the scoop websites tell us how much women hate to be objectified.

Maybe the shy-cute winner girl does hate being objectified, but those are the exceptions and in science we focus on the rule.

Granted that we don’t control the comments on the internet, but the way current liberal culture exaggerates the claims of women feeling objectified is a lie and a denial of basic human nature and evolution which even comedians explain better than these PC shitlibs.

Shy girl selfie

I have covered the picchaa culture and how it’s a fucking poison.

And I think the shy girl unicorn we’re talking about agrees with me too. Let me just go ahead and make the quote first which will live for centuries here on out

To judge a man’s (especially a woman’s) character check her selfies.

—AlmostAristotle

You all probably have a few names and their respective fucking selfies already scrolling inside your head. Those female psychos with those eyes squinted, lips pouted(WTF DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?). Some even pull back their eyebrows in a such a weird fucking way, with their neck bent to one side and what not. You know those psycho LAYdees in your life right, and trust me they aren’t and shouldn’t be anything more than LAYthings.

The thing with outrageously stupid selfies, where it becomes evident there was considerable effor put into getting it right, is that any fucking human being with a lick of self awareness will just not fucking do it. Because it FEELS STUPID. And it should. Fucking pouting and twitching, twatting, stretching. Jesus fuck.

We all know that weirdo who always has his tongue out in pics right, do you fucking like that? One can understand a night of party and high emotions but when you see it as a selfie taken all alone in the fucking bedroom, bathroom, kitchen. You know you have un-selfaware evil on your hands. Befriend or fucking marry that at your own risk.

You can do this experiment yourself, the ones who really come across as well read with cool headed thoughts and ideas about the world will seldom do the crazy selfie dance. And the ones who do will then tell you how objectified they feel—crazy times.

The Ants were ALREADY THERE!

“don’t drop anything. .the ants will come”

Now this might sound bad English, and I am translating from Konkani here, my mother tongue from south India.

And the above line is a daily one way unicast from mother dearest to me, and just few days back  I discovered where she gets it from, guess? — FROM HER FUCKING MOTHER!

Here’s the scene:

Every time I have any piece of anything edible in my hands or in my plate, she goes of with the above line like an alert configured on an IDS. And it’s false positives all the waaayyyy..why?

Because.

 

 

THE ANTS WERE ALREADY THERE!!!

The ants did not “come”, they did not teleport there from the amazon forest right when some chunks of biscuit broke of when I bit into it and fell to the ground, nor can they be born right when I drop something. The ant colony is already there in the house, it’s in the walls, the furniture wood, near the plants, they are already there and a few of those bastards called scouts are always looking for something I or anyone drops ALL THE FUCKING TIME.

What’s more the colony has a queen which is a fucking baby ant factory, then there are soldiers, workers and so on, it’s an entire well organized society you are up against and to win against it, you must strike at the very core, the centre — kill the fucking queen.

You can maintain god level cleanliness and build yourself a robot to vacuum the floor every 30secs, but till the queen lives you are not winning this. In fact my mother has taken to spray insecticide right on the little bastards the moment she spots one or few of them. Begs the question, am I not doing her a favour by dropping some food around then?

I have tried to explain her this, but it’s not worked yet, just like how I’ve not been able to convince my parents that bills can be paid online and the dad doesn’t need to spend the two hours he usually does.

The Learning

There are important life lessons here, or else I would not be doing this at 22:30 with my ongoing ATTN attack.

The whole thing to me reeks of ignorance, arrogance and basic human inertia to change—of thinking and doing things.

1. Not understanding what you are up against, not even spending the time to understand it.
   • People do not even stop for a second and think, “what is exactly going on?” How can they find more information before taking any action? Should they look for more info before taking any action? Is there any information even available anywhere before they take any action? The three things winners do works amazingly well here.
2. Rationalizing, assumptions, not bothering about evidence.
   • I have tried asking my parents where do they think the ants come from or where do they go, I got such a totally weird answer, fuck it doesn’t make any sense. “they come out due to the heat of the summer” is what mom said once during the summer season, out of nowhere, she never watched it on a show about ants on natgeo, nor had anyone told her ants behaved like this during summer, she just CAME UP WITH IT! Out of nowhere. She just made up an explanation from the first thing(the summer heat) she noticed around her.
   • And obviously she had no evidence to back it up whatsoever.
3. Not listening, being old = being smart.
   • I told her the whole thing about ants, she just never considered it. Or maybe did, but for a little while and then her ego bounced back about knowing more than me because she’s older and is the mother.
   • About how being old works in India you should read this one too.
4. Failing to understand cause and effect
   • Never spending the time to understand what comes first, the ants or the food?
5. A lot of people act this way with life.

The Carbon Rods of Monogamy

Civilization is all about men.

Or we can ask the randian question “Who moves the world?”—MEN, if you have any other answer then go review what you have been fed.
 
We can play, act and do whatever it is we are doing as a global 21st century society these days to push for women empowerment and whatnot, and then act some more that women are really empowered, men still are the driving force today on the planet, even after 70 years of feminism and special privileges women have won over.
 
Seems like in the end, feminism is hardly anything more than a “getting laid without social judgement” license, to create a social convention where guys must be convinced “her past doesn’t matter”.

Men are building the roads, bridges, dams, railways. Men are fighting at the borders, waging wars, killing, raping, looting. Men are running our most innovative corporations. And men are running our most evil terrorist organizations. In the past men created the religions to explain the environment and today our best men have shredded those very beliefs and show us the wonders of our existence minus the supernatural baggage.
 
From the cleaning of sewers to the future colonization of mars and everything in between, the moving force has been and will be most probably men.

This needs to be celebrated. The achievements of Man after all moved the human race forward, which isn’t much but—Men, Women and Children(useless little pricks). (well now along with man haters we do have species haters who can’t wait to tell you how humans are not superior at all, but that’s for another post—”The hatred for the able” I’ll call it.)

This is not happening at all, instead we have a Marxist movement called feminism which has very well captured the narrative “aggression of men caused the wars and atrocities”, and the unfortunate part is the culture has bought the lie. In fact we are teaching it to our kids now, feminism borrows this from the religions, who mastered the game of “get them while they are young”. This has been the single most powerful tool in religion’s success.
 
I myself concur that men fought the wars, looted and raped but what has been omitted is the fact that for one group of men to be able to loot and rape the men on the other side all had to be dead. After all as already stated, creators and destroyers, murders and saviours all had to be men. They pinned all wars to man’s aggression but left out complex geo-politics, religious and personal impetus of the rulers which lead to the wars.

What’s more they never understood that the very aggression which compels the men of one nation to destroy another is also the very force which brought us out of the dark ages to the glories of the industrial revolution. The former was aggression directed to conquer one’s enemies the latter to conquer nature.

Those morons make the same kind of arguments with guns too.  Omit the back ground and the larger reasoning of why things happen and just jump to their feels is what they do.

Mumbai Nightlife

Very few clubs in Mumbai allow stag entry, now this has become so ingrained in the nightlife culture of the city that it’s hardly even questioned anymore. In fact people find it funny when a man even brings this up. Exactly how bill burr talks about anything bad or horrible happening to a man is just funny(at 12:00).
 
I have taken up upon me to figure this out.
 
Why exactly would the clubs not want to allow guys in?

And these not some poor cat-calling bastards, they won’t even allow the regular guys in without a pair of tits along. And some don’t even want to allow guys in even when the guy wants to pay. The policy is no men—no matter what. Isn’t it just economic sense that the more customers you have the more money you make?
 
I hit up Glokal in lokhandwala, the answer I got was something like “we had some problems so we stopped”. Now I am thinking about it this is the “all men are rapists” meme running amok at the micro level.
 
So what must have happened is some drunk dude grabbed a gal’s ass and punched the friendzoned guy she was with who was paying for her drinks and that’s it?—”men create problems”.

The Indian Male

Sadly most Indian males are nothing to talk about—cat-calling bs, super social awkwardness. But there’s a caveat here, most of those males are not the ones trying to enter the clubs anyway.

The guys showing up at the gates of glokal, little door, trilogy, havana, tryst, speak good decent fucking English, work white collar service sector jobs, watch GoT and are mostly shy fucking wallflowers and will hardly grab any asses, these dudes think even saying hi to a gal is disrespecting women (with which I have first hand experience in uptown McDonald's lokhandwala market).
 
And it’s these nice boys being sent back home from the nightlife scene for not bringing along some pussy.

Interestingly the same dynamic is in play with renting out flats to men. “Nobody fucking wants to rent out to bachelors” as everyone puts it. The implicit logic being that obviously is that single men are just wild animals and it’s a woman’s touch with the governmental sanction (aka marriage) that breaks them in. 

The Carbon Rods

Those are used in nuclear reactors to control the nuclear fission process, so that the power plant remains productive and doesn’t blow up taking half the city with it.
 
We have already established the fact that Men are the nuclear plant which powers the planet, but like with any nuclear plant, we need a good set of carbon rods to keep the plant productive enough and not explode and take the town with it.

The idea is that you put the baggage of a woman and child on men and now society has a horse with blinders on to keep things going on smoothly without getting distracted. Now I think I know why it’s called “settle down”. Here’s a quote from what do you say after you say hello.

Most well-organized societies, one way or another, provide a way for young people to mortgage themselves and thus give meaning to their lives. Otherwise they might just spend their time enjoying themselves, as they do still in a few places.

— What do you say after you say hello by Eric Berne.

Monogamy and its end goal of marriage have always worked as a way to keep men in line and behave. All major religions have always been in on this as well. And now in the modern world we see that even the clubs use the policy to men from “fucking shit up”.
 
What I’d like to take away from this essay is, men must understand why the marital institution was put in place before they “bite the bullet” and “do the right thing”. The dream being sold to them as a gateway to companionship and happiness and is just a boulder being tied to their legs so they don’t try to jump too high and make things hard for everyone else. I think this collective fear exists in us because the species just doesn’t want another Genghis Khan around.

The fear of having a Genghis Khan seems dumbfounded I know, but we must not forget that although we now have laptops, internet and space rockets and been to the moon most of our brain still thinks of this whole thing as still going on in the African savannah, to fix which we must use those laptops and the internet to read this and no this.

A Pic is worth a 1000 lies

Nothing completes modern anything scene without a picture—fucking nothing.

Party pics, birthday pics, insta pics, fb pics, “i ordered food” pics, “i have friends and i’m cool too” pics and the “fuck just look at me” pics—selfies.

I have ranted about pics before and wbw does a better job at it. I still think a post like this was required to hammer into the newbie PUAs heads that the pics are all lies. Just fucking lies. It’s just not the real world. A lot of guys are never going to understand this and end up playing the same game like so many I know already do, by uploading their own fucking pics while doing the “cool shit”, lol.

But you wanna be better than that right, you wanna fucking upload your video to youtube where you are doing this, at least that should be your goal and fuck no, it’s not about pulling hot girls to bed, it’s about all the things it’ll take to get there, the fears you will conquer and the skills you’ll gain to be able to pull a hot girl home every night. Sluts and studs.

Those pictures these robots put up, they look like they’re having fun? Of course they do. And as a newbie recovering nerd/afc/whatever who is trying to understand these dynamics, you will have a fucking hard time doing it, kinda why i’m here. You’ve spent too much time jacking off to internet porn in hiding, you’ve spent too much time staring at those beautiful women’s pics wherever they are, the magazines, the internet, you have spent too much time with other guys like yourself discussing how fucking beautiful that girl in your college looks and how good her friends look etc.

This is called “pussy pedestalling”. It’s Game 101 now. You have repeatedly told your brain that that girl, that beauty, that female giggle is so so so out of reach that all you can do about it is fantasize about it, talk about it, dream about it and do nothing to get it.

And when you see those pics of smiles, makeup and all that jazz you just tap into those same feelings and emotions of you sitting in hiding and jerking off to female beauty which you can’t attain but only look from far. You do notice that little ounce of anxiety you feel in and around your solar plexus when you are going through that hot cute girl’s fb trail of pics right? You surely do now after I have brought it up to your conscious mind.

Just walk into swanky place and look around and you’ll see the weird positions of that “trying to find the perfect angle” for the pic everywhere around you. Damn, you do this a few times and that sight of someone taking a selfie becomes harder to look at than probably looking at one of you guys masturbate. It’s such total cringe.

And a very important reason that those pictures are so good and perfect is they’ve done so many of those—day in and day out, and for the really prettier ones it’s hours in and hours out of taking non-stop selfies and instant analysis. They have done it so often and so many times, their brains have now mapped it with their facial muscles on how much to smile, where to feel the pressure, what angle to hold the shoulder in, this is what our brains do, this is its job. Computing and remembering 100s of muscle movements and calculations to help you internalize stuff, like driving and talking to hot women for eg. and if you keep at it then this too.

This why I call them a 1000 lies. You will notice that those smiling faces gone and off the instant the camera has clicked and they all get back to their checking their whatsapp. You have to understand the moment-to-moment thought process of those taking those pics.

It’s something like this:

*one person takes out the cam for the pic and lets everyone know he’s taking a group selfie”

Now the internal monologue of everyone involved is something along this:

“Ok k k a selfies is being taken, this will be shared on fb, i can use it for my whatsapp profile, and probably insta it too, and while i do it im gonnna #tag #this #this #that and it’ll look really good on my profile”.

THIS IS THE SHIT.

The idea that you will look back at this in future and remember those good times is gone out with the kodak. Then the photograph was a luxury to be saved in albums and as a reminisce of a beautiful moment, not anymore. Something is available at every instant always loses its value. And when you really look at this culture, it’s hard to believe that most 20 yr olds+ are even capable of good old nostalgia, because today everything is instant, why look back to a pic to get that emotional state high you would get when the pic will remind you of how you felt that day exactly when you can just take a new one right now. And of course do most think that THE EXACT REASON FOR TAKING THE PIC IS TO LOOK BACK AT THE MEMORY?---FUCKING YES! (And now this is going really spiral but hang on) THE REASON THEY THINK SO IS BECAUSE THEY WANT TO BE THAT PERSON WHO CHERISHES AND VALUES MEMORIES AND ALL FEEL GOOD SHIT..

To explain this ask yourself why do so many people share stuff like this? 

"im sooo deep"

BECAUSE they do believe they’re that person, and fine, at times we are all that person, but you can trying catching those who shared similar shit on your fb and you will see they don’t fucking know and won’t even understand if you were to explain it to them what a light year is. Forget all about it, if they’re on their way to church, lol.

This post sounds like judging, cynicism, hatred, bitterness and what the fuck not. But that's just a trick to dismiss the truth and harsh realities, it's a gimmick. I am not here to create more holden caulfields (great guy though and i definitely recommend you meet him, but don’t let him get to your head and that nerd brain of yours will.) And that nerd brain of yours is why this post has to be this way, so that you understand the social VIBING process of selfie-ing and putting them on SM, not that you have to do that, but you do need to understand that, so obviously the goal of this post is not for you to just avoid taking pictures and stand in the corner trying to give out the james bond look.. all because "PICTURES SUCK AND ARE FAKE!" lol. And your nerd brain will again keep screaming that to you, but with this knowledge you know now what’s ACTUALLY happening and why this meaninglessness has so much meaning. 

Two hour Train of Thought

Doubt

I am doubting everything all the time. It’s like a malware program process always running the background, I doubt whether I am going to be a successful at my pickup goals. Yeah, I am pretty sure about a lot of other things but I doubt if I am going to fuck enough girls from clubs within the fewest hours of meeting them. How insane can that fucking be.

First real nightgame

Yesterday was my first night at a real club, I should glorify it as my first night at real nightgame. In my posts I always rail on about how everybody is just a chick taking pictures for their fb wall to prove a point. Well that point stays, but after yesterdays night i just feel like going a little easy on people.

Now i think of it i didnt see many people taking pics in the first place. Also met a new guy, damn i gotta give it to him he was there solo and no even pua but still plowing through with chick advice of getting chicks. He wanted to buy me a drink, which i declined of course. Then we spoke to an old uncle with his sons from a nice arabic country i cant recall the name now, he gave us his fries and all.

Of the girls i opened i will not go into an fr here but it was so good for reference experience i loved it all. I know so much for the next time. And damn mumbai doesn’t have a good set of hardcore dedicated average puas who at least can hold a conversation. My partner yesterday was good, he is very good if i go by what he claims.

Living with Parents

They’re out now watching news after news channels feeding them rape, murder, corruption stories. It’s just a need for them, just like the daily little dose of alcohol is to most christian men everywhere. There’s lot of reality TV and comedy to in their daily tv diet, and what’s best is there’s that sprinkle of discovery animal shows from time to time. They’re good and smart people, if born in this day and age they would definitely be ahead of the curve compared to a lot other parents.

Living with them is not bad, they make life 70% easy for me. When I am in the house I simply exist, they keep me like how guys take care of the sexy chicks, they just exist there in the one piece and 3 inch mascara and the food and drinks keep rolling, i exist here between my laptop and kindle and my clothes are suddenly clean, there’s water in the fridge, everything is fucking clean(lot of fire ants everywhere though) and there’s chicken everyday just for my paleo diet.

But i can’t grow with them, no man can. I can survive better in the protection but not thrive. Half the time for some reason brain is just focused on what they must be thinking about me. I mean just the thought that they are in the outside room sitting and somewhere in their mind just thinking about me. I can’t emphasize the thinking part, just the awareness that they are there and I am a part of their ongoing thought process right in this instant, bothers the bejesus out of me.

And after all this our fems tell us not to be mama’s boizz because the wify’s dont like it ..boohoo.

Anxiety

Not a fucking instant is going by where pickup and approaching girls is not a part of my conscious thought process, it’s literally there when my sleep breaks off and i am there awake for an instant in the middle of the night.

I am literally literally fucking practising opening chicks and delivering talk exactly in the situation in which i was before with a girl. Something which i could have said before to change the outcome. The analysis never leaves my head. Style in The Game talks about how deep Tyler got into the game, . .damn.

Ande ka Phanda

I am listening to music as i write this and I find this song and play it, it’s such weird shit and and yet so much fun. That movie was about something totally different and they add a song to it about how awesome eggs are. And imagine the lyricist who sat down writing it. What was going through the mind of the first guy who got the idea and what about all those others who approved it and were on board.

This is giving me the art is an outcome of civilization boner now, because as i am reading will durant’s The story of Civilization, it made this point so succinctly.

Money

Spent 750 INR bucks for two beers last night. Fuck i thought game was all about fucking chicks without spending anything, lol. That’s still better than buying a dolled up chick anything.

I’ll just have to axe my weekly expense list to afford the 2 weekends I plan to hit the clubs and with my counter per day system which goes like 12k bucks phone used for 5years is 12k/365*5 = 7 bucks per day INR. So the 1000 bucks per week cost I expect at the bars, is 200 per day for the week, fuck.

So many fucking problems can be solved by just making money, my options are to look into a entrepreneurship and move abroad for better pay packages. Of course can always play the lottery, the dubai airport one is my fav. For some reason the thought of actually winning fucking scares the fuck out of me. I firmly believe putting $1million into most people’s bank account overnight is the fastest way to accelerate them on the highway to literal hell.

Of course I like to believe i am not one of those and the money will help me reach self actualization.

Also it’s simply amazing how i don’t think of money like i used to. So much of the need to make money came from the bluepill days of providing for a beautiful wife and kids. Now i believe the cute wife would be at work getting gangbanged in her office toilet and putting up online anonymous posts about how much she is enjoying it. If the posts go viral enough she might strike up a movie deal, become a millionaire, divorce me one evening and be getting gangbanged by five models by midnight in a five star toilet. All while the media tells me to shut the fuck up and accept that i made her unhappy in our wedding and pushed her away which made her vulnerable to the colleague’s dick in the first place.

And if there are kids left behind, the daughter would be here fucking hot dudes finding herself by traveling around a lil and the son woud be doing something as follows.

I kinda approve more of what my lil girl would be doing.

And the fact that it can be 180 degrees vice versa is not something that makes me jump with excitement either.

I could get so used to this form of writing, where nothing has to be planned and i just go on with it.

Social Media — This Civilization's Pulse

Social media is a nice window into people’s heads now. And by extension inside the current culture. Then there’s phenomena like selfies and just when I thought it can’t get any fucking worse the following kind came up;

So you’re sitting there at the restaurant table with minimum two other people, going over the menu to order drinks and you take out your phone and do this. It’s so much more depressing when I go ahead breaking down the steps you took. .fuck, let’s get it out of the way:

1. The thought pops in your head that you should share. this. to. facebook. cringessst moment?
2. You take out the phone and go to the app.
3. Type out the place's name, select it from the dropdown then choose the correct location.
4. Tag all those with you, for which you again have to type.
5. You have to use a touch screen for all the typing.

Damn, why? How come you’re not sharing a memory from your childhood or discussing Elon musk with those present with you? There are two other human beings sitting with you doesn’t that mean anything now? The more I think about step 1 here, the most I seem to lose faith in humanity and the fact that it just doesn’t pass but you have to follow it through till step 5, fuck that 2-5 is work to me. What is the motivation?

. . if you’re doing this when you are just with one person, there’s got to be special place in hell for you.

Moving on SM also gives you a glimpse of how and what people think and believe, something which you would have only found out about a person through a close relationship is now a page refresh away. Not anything exactly bad here though. Just depresses you and makes you realize most people just don't think in the right direction and hence human progress is so slow. I’m not finding a way to put the phenomena in words by itself I think it’s best understood by some examples I have collected.

This tweet for me embodies everything that’s wrong with the world and probably always has been.

I can almost hear her internal monologue when she was typing this out; “huh, writing is a means for change, it’s something so deep and meaningful and should serve a higher purpose and bring about a change in the world and Tim chooses to exchange it for for money, money which he will use to buy shampoo and toilet paper with and meet his bare materialistic needs with. Someone tell him pen is mightier than the sword already. .wtf! ridic!”.

Anything done for money is inherently morally inferior to this breed of people. The hatred I think is not towards the money, it’s the act of making money. The act being work. In such people's mind the idea of work has been associated with a form of slavery for so long now that work has to be form of a sisyphean task, something which the doer grudges and hates and finds no value in but only does it out of necessity to fill his stomach and have clothes on his body.

And writing, writing is not that grudging task which one hates. Writing is one’s deepest expressions put into words and he decides to make it dirty by making money from it!

For centuries now wealth has only gone to two categories of people, the looters and the moochers — the ones who take what they want at gunpoint and the others with tears. Doesn’t help that humanity also had a period of slave owning during which the wealthy got wealthier because they owned the workers, never had to pay them and today people project that on anybody (and on themselves) who gets up in the morning to head to a cubicle as fast as he can just to not displease the boss — the slave and the master.

And so we have a world in which for most people work is drudgery and making money a necessary evil. The two are then reconciled as work = slavery = which no one obviously likes and money = necessary evil to earn which you must go through the motions of work. And if one is using writing to make money then we have the equation where writing = work which is equal to drudgery which the above tweet can’t fathom to accept because writing is suppose to be this rainbow of colors of emotions, feelings and other liberal adjectives, a higher purpose and all the romanticism attached to it. Because the culture believes writing is a born talent and an artist just is but can’t become.

Put these beliefs together and you have the soul of a liberal.

The hovering hand

This pic is proof that feminism has come a long way.

Or I should rather say it has lost its way and is now a bulldozer driven by the most vilest of women and men. They along with their comrades are set to destroy the western civilization, a lot of it if not everything. The champions of women’s rights and empowerment have nothing to say about those who treat women like dogs but are busy deciding who should change the diapers and do the dishes and how men who are trying to teach grown up nerds to fight anxiety and talk to women should be banned from entering countries, and the governments of those countries oblige. Recently they had a problem with men having a casual meet up but they’re look the other way when their partners in victimhood go out raping women in the streets.

Their biggest victory is probably how they seem to have convinced a lot of men and women that women are morally superior and inherently better than man. A very powerful narrative to accomplish this has been how all the wars humanity fought for so long were basically outcomes of male aggression and drive for violence and rapes of course. The wars caused by the ignorance of medieval ages, the poverty of its philosophy and culture was all summed up as “men are just violent, raging, raping monsters”. And today they’re teaching young 9 year old boys how their gender has always been and continues to be a big problem.

They ignore how the male drive fueled by testosterone connected continents by railway lines, sent rockets to space and built the brooklyn bridge. To that they counter that women were simply oppressed and hence couldn’t get much done. Which is an amazing claim when you take into account that even in the last decade women have not made as much impact with all the empowerment in the world and that in the the first world. The culture of keeping women and children safe back home while men fought the barbarians at the city gates, they termed it oppression. The idea of keeping women at home to look after the house and children in a world in which their lower upper body strength would not have added much to the workforce and the technology to do anything more was simply absent they termed patriarchy.

And male sexuality took the biggest hit. The ten times greater amounts of testosterone coursing through our veins which makes us stronger, ambitious, aggressive and competitive also makes us incredibly horny and that became a trademark sign of a rapist. As a result of which, Elon Musk is somehow responsible for a rape committed by some village bum in Uttar Pradesh, India because they both have the same testosterone based drive.

The culmination of all this is the gender which created the human civilization and maintains it, is now forever psychologically crippled with being labelled a violent rapist while he accidentally brushes against a woman’s ass in a crowded bus, a harasser if he dares say “hi” to a cute girl walking by in a mall and an outright desperate creep if he completely places his palm on the small of a woman’s back during waltz and must spend every minute of his life proving otherwise.

The modern motivation

In the early 2000s do you remember ever seeing a guy with a big sign with something like the following walking around andheri station or on the platform? I sure don’t. Wonder what were the spartans doing to let everyone know that they just started climbing mountains as part of their combat training.

I give it to you that this is sort of grey area, I don’t want to make it sound like people are going to the restaurants and pubs just so they can put it up on facebook or that they’re going for those cool treks just for putting it up ( alot of guys go with the hopes of getting a gf too..imagine not get laid but get a gf) . .but jesus fucking christ isn’t that what it looks like?

I remember reading something which said that the chemical release you get in the brain when you tell people about your goals/plans is the same as the one when you actually attain them. And I pretty much believe that’s what fucks politicians up when they’re out there making the promises, then later the chemical release is over and so are the elections so fuck you citizen. 

Oh and this dude totally did not give up drinking I can assure you that. In fact let me take this opportunity to tell you a trick—tell fucking no one about your goals or in fact tell me people the opposite maybe. Bottle up all your dreams and ambitions and plans inside and just fucking don’t talk about it, maybe you could blog about it (i’m not sure about that) but tell no one in your fucking life about them. This way when they talk about their goals the memory of yours will stir but hey you can’t fucking tell them about it and this will remind you how you are just sitting there wasting precious fucking time, it’ll fucking eat you inside and that’s good. And if you can’t do that, you can’t have your goals deep in you and work on them without talking about it then you might as well forget about the whole thing and go watch roadies or IPL.

Greatness by proxy

Enterprises use proxy servers to provide safe and better internet use to its employees. So when you want to get to google, your connection goes to the proxy server, the proxy terminates it and starts its own connection to google and bridges both the connections thus having full control over the traffic in motion.

But let’s say your destination is a little more complex than google. It takes toil, sweat and tears to get there. It takes sacrificing your sleep, social life, your favorite food and everything else you’d rather do and even then you might not get there.

Your destination is greatness.

Well now a lot of people have now found an expressway to get there, they just count themselves in with those who are close.

Supporting your country’s cricket team is all good but my bs detectors are going off when I see how far people have taken that and I’m not sure if it’s just fandom anymore. It’s definitely not patriotism either, a patriot would find a lot more important things to focus his energies on.

My best guess is it’s just a mix of fitting in with the crowd and be excited about what everyone is excited about and of course the yearning to be a part of something big, that same feeling which brought so many to the Anna Hazare anti-corruption rallies.

But since nobody likes to think of themselves as just a two cent attention whore and everybody likes to tell think of themselves as people who don’t care about fitting in and pay lip service to individuality, the real intentions are masked by the culture as fandom and patriotism.

“The Alluring Snap”

What’s with guys thinking that every time a chick posts her pic online, a contest has started and one with the best phrase will be the first one who she opens her legs for. This isn’t Who wants to be a millionaire phone lines dammit.

Scroll up and read the last comment again — “alluring snap”. Seriously when did you say something like that to a chick? That’s like breaking into

“Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer's lease hath all too short a date:

Every time you visit the mall, (I know most guys never say anything to a girl in a mall, that’s a different topic).

What gets me tickled is again the process of how he got to that comment, he scanned all the previous comments and saw that “looking good”, “fabulous”, “cute” and other variants thereof were taken, which forced him to push his english language skills to the limit, something he has not done since the last essay he wrote for the english paper not to mention a lot of people by heart their essays in India, I digress. Now as he was doing this, it then slowly became both an ego problem about his english skills “ofcrse i knw gud eng” he thought, “btr than all dese suckrs trying 2 get luky”. And a race to be the chosen one was always on his mind anyway “i’ll blw her mind here nw...thn wil say hi ltr in d chat. .mst buy kondums”.

And the rest as I say is misery.