ManontheMountain
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As much as I enjoy a good rant on the shortcomings of female nature as much as any MGTOW, Im noticing most of our threads are now increasingly "circling the drain," revolving around the folly of the worthless sex. I include my own threads in this as well.
I'd like to make a conscious shift in topic to what lies beyond the red pill rage... To that great unknown.
To use the ever popular Matrix analogy, lets stop talking about the Matrix (Gynocentrism) and look about our new world with new eyes. What do we see? What can we hear? Is there anything else out there...?
While I can become frustrated at the daily display of gynocentrism, for the most part I merely disregard it entirely as irrelevant, which has made my life much more enjoyable, and simple.
For the most part I feel Im over the red pill rage, and as Stardusk would put it, reached escape velocity.
I love that analogy.... Escape velocity. When you've raged yourself out of the atmosphere, until suddenly there's nothing left pushing back, and suddenly your floating in space. You've broken free of earths gravity and are now exploring the final frontier, the inky blackness of space. (All credit to escape velocity belongs to Stardusk).
I feel that much of our time spent here is peering down at earth, still bemoaning the idiocracy that will inevitably ensue. What I propose in this thread is that we lean back, take the controls and keep exploring beyond.
This is why Im such a huge Stardusk fan; I believe he excels at this, and is continually pushing onward into the great unknown.
So what have you found, Brothers? A new philosophy? A new set of goals? No goals? A new passion? Embracing Laissez faire?
For me, after Red Pill Rage I felt like a character in a video game after beating it. But instead of the credits rolling, the character is still just standing there. The controller still works. I can go about anywhere I want in the game... But Ive already beat it.
I've already been married (and divorced), Ive procreated, Ive fought in two wars, Im an advanced scuba diver, an A-license Skydiver, a competitive shooter and Ive fucked all the girls Ive ever wanted to.
In a nutshell... I've crossed everything off my bucket list, and Im not yet 35. Soooo..... At this point Im just starting a new list of fun shit to do. I'm buying a drum set this weekend, fuck it! Looks like fun!
Then I plan on doing some deep dives this summer to some awesome wrecks. The cherry is Wingsuit BASE jumping in Europe... My new pinnacle of desire. To fly like an eagle/fighter jet with no engine, just my own body and some fabric... And big fucking balls.
But part of me is also wanting to pursue more dangerous hobbies because... Well... One of my grandparents is turning 95. That life fucking sucks. I have another that is completely out of her mind... Has no idea who she is and hates life... But is still miserably hobbling around in her 90s.
The one truth that I know is that I NEVER want to be there. I never want to make it to 90. I know it sounds insane, but Id rather take a tree limb to the face at 120MPH in my 40's than be a babbling lunatic in his 90's wondering who these goddamn strangers are.
I have no debt, my car is paid off and I have enough money in the bank to buy a tiny house/park home in cash along with living expenses. My daughters future college tuition is already paid off. I have health coverage for life.
I can basically go anywhere, and do anything. I'm still young... But not for long. So Brothers, those of you exploring the bounds of the New World... Any recommendations? Externally? (The globe), Internally? (Philosophy, religion)....
