The Final Conclusion
Several long years passed, since i first read, and lurked around the site. Even more since i first posted a reply, and the first main post i did.
I can`t even rembemer anymore what it was. I think it was a mathematical equation explaining why pickup artists spread out more, while normal guys might seem a minority? Doesnt really matters either, i think i lost track of the original reason for me being here the first year.
Now, in retrospect, i have to say, the original goal has been accomplished, just not the way i expected. Originally i wanted to know what puts women off initially, and what are the mistakes men do later, that i should avoid if i ever want a relationship.
I am happy to say, that i rather put my head in an experimental fusion reactor to see whats wrong before i consider a relationship now. And i know there is no way i could ever be good enough for the type who… actually, forget that, just for any of them. There is nothing to learn that would actually help, besides the realisation, that i actually dodged not a bullet, but an artillery shell when i beleived myself to be unlucky with women.
Come to think of it. In a way the negativity, shaming language, nonsensical responses, pure irrationality and the steaming hatred that i encountered did help after all, and i did learn something.
I learned that no matter what you do, as long as you have a dick between your leg, you will allways be at fault, for what? For everything including the bad weather.
If you cheat you are a scumbag, but if you are faithful, well you are still a scumbag, you are just a loser too, because apparently you didn`t cheat only because you never had an opportunity.
If you disagree with whatever she says, that means your a misoginyst. If she says the sky is pink, and you say its blue. “MISOGINY!!!” And lets not even get started what happens if you agree with everything she says.
Try to be kind to her, and she will think you are trying to get into her pants, be crass, and you are a neanderthal. But apparently she only sleeps with neanderthals, so if your into that, you know your choice. If you wanted something more, too bad, she allready knows you just wanted to sleep with her, the more you protest, the more guilty you are in her eyes.
And this will be just one of the many things where she will tell you how she knows better what you think, as you yourself. First evidence of their telepathic powers. The second one is that they are really suprised, when it turns out you are not. Telepathic that is, because you were supposed to know what she was thinking, even if her only words were some degradory comment on one of your activities, after she got pissed.
And what else did i learn? Of course, lets not forget that all men are rapist, child eating abominations of nature. Your y chromosome is a mutation. (Never mind that pretty much enything else is too.) Yuck, get away from me you filty mutant. And you are all stupid, lazy slobs, usless, and you should be weeded out. But somehow these lasy slobs opressed her for millions of years. Yes, you heard it right, you specificly opressed all women trough the centuries, and therefore she is a victim too, nevermind that she was not alive at those time, or that their supposed slavery its a big fat lie in the first place. Oh wait, you pointed out to her that she is wrong. Big mistake, women are never wrong, about anything. Didn`t you knew that? You filty, stupid neandarthal, you beast, you… MAN!*Please imagine the word being said as if you would describe foot fungus.*
And there is no escape, there is no forgiveness, you are automaticly guilty for everything you father and their fathers did. (Nevermind that they were their fathers as well.) That you yourself might have done nothing, doesnt counts. You have that ugly thing between your legs, that automaticly makes you her opressor, rapist, and whatever else she feels like calling you. And how you yourself behave, what you do, doesnt makes an inkling of a difference.
So my end conclusion, is this:
Why bother? They call you a monster either way, might as well act monstrous. Except neither i, nor the others seems to feel like it, its more fun to go home, sit down to the computer and play some video games. Even pixels from a 20 year old game are more attractive as any of them.
And there is no more rage, the anger is fading too, until the only thing i have for them, is my apathy. I care more for the Costa Rican Golden Toad that went extinct as for women.
This post was submitted by Muzolf.