They say once you take the red pill, there’s no going back.
I’ve been in the game for a while. Grew up in it. Was molded by it. Became it. I can detect & dissect hyperspecific nuances & minutiae few can see, and recognize advanced patterns & dynamics only the most apt would have insight to. Still, I find myself softening up somewhat after a healthy hiatus. It’s not good, because it’s not who I am. The question is, why does it keep happening?
Rust is one thing, but is that really what this is? Call it compassion, but conventions calls for a bit of beta to sprinkle on lest she leave. I don’t dig it, but on some level, you gotta have some give with women when in relationships. I’m finding that even outside of this, though, that I almost don’t see the red pill reality as well as I used to. It’s not that I don’t have it—thankfully I do—but it requires deliberate effort when it once was second nature. I almost need to hold myself from falling into blue pill weakness again: An undignified existence.
I’ve been in the game for a while. Grew up in it. Was molded by it. Became it. I can detect & dissect hyperspecific nuances & minutiae few can see, and recognize advanced patterns & dynamics only the most apt would have insight to. Still, I find myself softening up somewhat after a healthy hiatus. It’s not good, because it’s not who I am. The question is, why does it keep happening?
Rust is one thing, but is that really what this is? Call it compassion, but conventions calls for a bit of beta to sprinkle on lest she leave. I don’t dig it, but on some level, you gotta have some give with women when in relationships. I’m finding that even outside of this, though, that I almost don’t see the red pill reality as well as I used to. It’s not that I don’t have it—thankfully I do—but it requires deliberate effort when it once was second nature. I almost need to hold myself from falling into blue pill weakness again: An undignified existence.
