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Don Juan
- Joined
- May 21, 2025
- Messages
- 17
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- Age
- 37
All of us have been or will be rejected by women, time and time again. When that happens, something inside hurts. One voice tells me I'm not worthy, another says I'll end up alone, another says I suck and that girls don't want me. To counter these inner voices, I have to create new ones, like “she rejected my approach, not who I am as a person,” “she doesn’t know me,” “women’s hypergamy these days is completely unbalanced and off the charts because of the internet and social media.”
But in a way, I can't help but think — in prehistoric times, women always played the role of natural selectors, and it’s normal for rejection to trigger these feelings in us. But then I wonder, how reliable is this “natural selection” anymore? How true is it that if a woman rejects us it’s because “we’re not worthy men”?
Or rather, how much of modern female rejection is just the result of a series of dysfunctional dynamics in today’s society?
Maybe this question of mine is total nonsense, but I believe that understanding this could really help ease the sting of rejection that still weighs heavily. Yesterday I was rejected three times, and it hurt — I felt the pain and let it go. But the thought lingers: am I worthy or not? "Of course I am" says my mind, but something deep says no I am not
But in a way, I can't help but think — in prehistoric times, women always played the role of natural selectors, and it’s normal for rejection to trigger these feelings in us. But then I wonder, how reliable is this “natural selection” anymore? How true is it that if a woman rejects us it’s because “we’re not worthy men”?
Or rather, how much of modern female rejection is just the result of a series of dysfunctional dynamics in today’s society?
Maybe this question of mine is total nonsense, but I believe that understanding this could really help ease the sting of rejection that still weighs heavily. Yesterday I was rejected three times, and it hurt — I felt the pain and let it go. But the thought lingers: am I worthy or not? "Of course I am" says my mind, but something deep says no I am not