Mortukai
Don Juan
This is an analogical framework that I use to understand what it means to be a man, and what it means to be a woman. This post will be long, so if you are one of those pvssy b1tches who hasn't the cognitive prowess to read and comprehend large volumes of information, then I suggest you fvck off and don't waste anyone's time posting your dumbass "I didn't read all that crap but I'm going to vomit my opinion out anyway" replies.
It begins, with a rock, and some water.
I like to picture a beach near a cliff face, with pillars of rock sticking up through the surface of the crashing waves.
A man is a rock. Women are water.
Water
Water is 100% connected to other water. If some water moves, other water will move as a direct consequence. Water rises and falls on the movements of other water. There are currents and waves, big and small, strong and weak, all connected, always changing, always flowing and moving. If something falls into the water, it reacts, and causes a ripple. The ripple spreads through all the water until it is diffused.
No woman is disconnected from other women. All women are connected. When something causes a ripple in one woman, she spreads it onto other women until the effect is no longer felt. This is the nature of female communication: to connect and share and dissipate emotion. One woman gets upset, so she talks to her friends about her feelings. They don't attempt to fix the problem, for this is not the nature of water. Instead, they react emotionally, and in doing so, relieve the first woman of the effects of her emotion as it spreads. For a woman, communication is nothing more than emotional transference, either to give or to recieve (or both). This is why women can feel better after talking to other girls about their emotions and having their friends simply nod and sympathise (share emotions) with them. It diffuses the emotional energy by spreading.
In this same way, a "calm" woman can be stired up by the emotions of another woman. If one woman is very angry with someone, and shares this with her friend, then even if her friend has no problems with this other person, or even likes them, the friend will still start to get angry with them, simply because she is taking on the first woman's emotional energy.
Ever wondered why women gossip to each other so much behind their friend's backs? It's precisely because of their nature of water, to share and spread the emotional energy.
Women love drama because drama is the movement of water. It is emotional energy. Like waves rising and crashing down. It's all very exciting for a woman. Until I understood that woman are water, I could never understand how any of them could bore each other to death chatting about the innane crap happening on Days Of Our Lives or whatever random soap opera they watched. But they weren't bored, they were loving all the emotional energy they were sharing. Very turbulent, and very enjoyable. And it makes sense when you understand how women are water.
They rise, they fall, they crash, they foam, they swell, they are calm, they are stormy, they are tidal. Women are water.
But men are pillars of rock.
The Weak Rock
A weak rock will be pulverized under the crashes of a woman's waves, reduced to dust and leaving little trace of the rock that once was there, forever forgotten. This is an AFC. A pile of powdered rock, floating around in the currents of the ocean, making no ripples, going entirely unnoticed, and barely distinguishable from the water it floats in. An AFC is not a woman, he is a broken man, being neither man nor women, merely dust: a hint of a man at the whims of the ocean.
But of the strong rocks, there are two kinds: the rough and jagged rocks, and the smooth and shiny rocks.
The Rough and Jagged Rock
The rough and jagged rocks are strong enough to withstand the crashes of a woman. At the height of her storm, he stands tall and proud. As much as she bashes against him, he maintains integrity.
He also causes ripples. Big ones. The waves crash and the water falls and all the water around him is affected. The bigger the rock, the bigger the ripples.
But the jagged rock is a jerk, and thus has a weakness. A rock that is jagged has crevices. Crevices can be filled with water (emotional energy). Water that can freeze, and split the rock in two. A jerk is actually a rock that is insecure. It's rough surface indicates a deeper weakness. An inability to deal with his own emotions. And it is his own emotions that threaten to destroy him. It is his own emotions that he cannot control, so he seeks desperately to control others. His rough and jagged surface is his attempt to control the waves that crash against him, fighting back against them.
A jerk is a challenge to water, the challenge to destroy him. It is drawn to him that it might weaken him. At the very least, the water seeks to smooth the surface of the rock, because that is what water ultimately desires. That is why women try to tame the jerk. But in attempting this, they risk destroying him, causing him to split, crashing into the water, and creating a mighty splash.
The Smooth Rock
A smooth rock is hard. Its face presents no flaws. No weaknesses. It is utterly aerodynamic. Water crashes against it, and even at the height of its storm, it flows smoothly off, leaving no trace. The rock stands tall and confident, smooth and refined, impenetrable and controlled. It cannot be destroyed, for there is no weakness into it. It does not fight against the water, it merely allows the water to fight against it, embracing it each time, and never being affected by it.
This is the essence of the DJ. This is the essence of the Real Man. This is what water desires more than anything. Not a jerk that can split and fights back against them. Not an AFC that is forgotten and floating in its currents. But a smooth pillar of rock that will stand against anything. Utterly confident. Utterly in control. Utterly unbreakable. Embracing their waves again and again.
********
The main reason I'm sharing this analogy here is because of late I've been seeing a hell of a lot of jagged rocks running around here, doing what jagged rocks do: yelling, ranting, raving, arguing, attacking, fighting, hating. Basically being insecure and fearful of women, who they subconsciously realize have the power to destroy them.
But this is, in a way, fine, and exactly what we'd expect. When a pile of pulverized rock dust tries to reform itself as a strong rock, it will invariably be jagged and rough. Only withstanding countless waves can smooth the surface of a jagged rock.
But I have a problem with these jagged rocks blaming and hating the water for being the way they are. It is the nature of water to be water. If you were smashed to dust, then that is due to your failure to be the strong rock that is in your nature to be. I don't care if you were raised by your mother (water cannot form a rock, only dust). So was I. Be a man and get over it. A man sees what needs to be done, and he just does it.
If you are jagged and rough, then by fighting against the waves, all you will do is allow them to seep into your cracks. You must realize your shared destiny with the water, and allow the water to smooth your surface, rather than fight in a vain attempt to change the nature of water. You will be destroyed or you will be victorious, there are no other options.
So all this "woman are crap and sh1t and I fvcking hate the stupid horb1tch kunts" can just fvcking stop right here. Be a smooth rock, learn some self control, and stop trying to control others. Your emotions are meant to be contained within you and used for the purpose of evaluating value, not to be riden and allowed to control you. Stop being water. Be a man already.
Men don't b1tch, b1tches b1tch, that's why it's called b1tching. So stop your b1tching, b1tches.
It begins, with a rock, and some water.
I like to picture a beach near a cliff face, with pillars of rock sticking up through the surface of the crashing waves.
A man is a rock. Women are water.
Water
Water is 100% connected to other water. If some water moves, other water will move as a direct consequence. Water rises and falls on the movements of other water. There are currents and waves, big and small, strong and weak, all connected, always changing, always flowing and moving. If something falls into the water, it reacts, and causes a ripple. The ripple spreads through all the water until it is diffused.
No woman is disconnected from other women. All women are connected. When something causes a ripple in one woman, she spreads it onto other women until the effect is no longer felt. This is the nature of female communication: to connect and share and dissipate emotion. One woman gets upset, so she talks to her friends about her feelings. They don't attempt to fix the problem, for this is not the nature of water. Instead, they react emotionally, and in doing so, relieve the first woman of the effects of her emotion as it spreads. For a woman, communication is nothing more than emotional transference, either to give or to recieve (or both). This is why women can feel better after talking to other girls about their emotions and having their friends simply nod and sympathise (share emotions) with them. It diffuses the emotional energy by spreading.
In this same way, a "calm" woman can be stired up by the emotions of another woman. If one woman is very angry with someone, and shares this with her friend, then even if her friend has no problems with this other person, or even likes them, the friend will still start to get angry with them, simply because she is taking on the first woman's emotional energy.
Ever wondered why women gossip to each other so much behind their friend's backs? It's precisely because of their nature of water, to share and spread the emotional energy.
Women love drama because drama is the movement of water. It is emotional energy. Like waves rising and crashing down. It's all very exciting for a woman. Until I understood that woman are water, I could never understand how any of them could bore each other to death chatting about the innane crap happening on Days Of Our Lives or whatever random soap opera they watched. But they weren't bored, they were loving all the emotional energy they were sharing. Very turbulent, and very enjoyable. And it makes sense when you understand how women are water.
They rise, they fall, they crash, they foam, they swell, they are calm, they are stormy, they are tidal. Women are water.
But men are pillars of rock.
The Weak Rock
A weak rock will be pulverized under the crashes of a woman's waves, reduced to dust and leaving little trace of the rock that once was there, forever forgotten. This is an AFC. A pile of powdered rock, floating around in the currents of the ocean, making no ripples, going entirely unnoticed, and barely distinguishable from the water it floats in. An AFC is not a woman, he is a broken man, being neither man nor women, merely dust: a hint of a man at the whims of the ocean.
But of the strong rocks, there are two kinds: the rough and jagged rocks, and the smooth and shiny rocks.
The Rough and Jagged Rock
The rough and jagged rocks are strong enough to withstand the crashes of a woman. At the height of her storm, he stands tall and proud. As much as she bashes against him, he maintains integrity.
He also causes ripples. Big ones. The waves crash and the water falls and all the water around him is affected. The bigger the rock, the bigger the ripples.
But the jagged rock is a jerk, and thus has a weakness. A rock that is jagged has crevices. Crevices can be filled with water (emotional energy). Water that can freeze, and split the rock in two. A jerk is actually a rock that is insecure. It's rough surface indicates a deeper weakness. An inability to deal with his own emotions. And it is his own emotions that threaten to destroy him. It is his own emotions that he cannot control, so he seeks desperately to control others. His rough and jagged surface is his attempt to control the waves that crash against him, fighting back against them.
A jerk is a challenge to water, the challenge to destroy him. It is drawn to him that it might weaken him. At the very least, the water seeks to smooth the surface of the rock, because that is what water ultimately desires. That is why women try to tame the jerk. But in attempting this, they risk destroying him, causing him to split, crashing into the water, and creating a mighty splash.
The Smooth Rock
A smooth rock is hard. Its face presents no flaws. No weaknesses. It is utterly aerodynamic. Water crashes against it, and even at the height of its storm, it flows smoothly off, leaving no trace. The rock stands tall and confident, smooth and refined, impenetrable and controlled. It cannot be destroyed, for there is no weakness into it. It does not fight against the water, it merely allows the water to fight against it, embracing it each time, and never being affected by it.
This is the essence of the DJ. This is the essence of the Real Man. This is what water desires more than anything. Not a jerk that can split and fights back against them. Not an AFC that is forgotten and floating in its currents. But a smooth pillar of rock that will stand against anything. Utterly confident. Utterly in control. Utterly unbreakable. Embracing their waves again and again.
********
The main reason I'm sharing this analogy here is because of late I've been seeing a hell of a lot of jagged rocks running around here, doing what jagged rocks do: yelling, ranting, raving, arguing, attacking, fighting, hating. Basically being insecure and fearful of women, who they subconsciously realize have the power to destroy them.
But this is, in a way, fine, and exactly what we'd expect. When a pile of pulverized rock dust tries to reform itself as a strong rock, it will invariably be jagged and rough. Only withstanding countless waves can smooth the surface of a jagged rock.
But I have a problem with these jagged rocks blaming and hating the water for being the way they are. It is the nature of water to be water. If you were smashed to dust, then that is due to your failure to be the strong rock that is in your nature to be. I don't care if you were raised by your mother (water cannot form a rock, only dust). So was I. Be a man and get over it. A man sees what needs to be done, and he just does it.
If you are jagged and rough, then by fighting against the waves, all you will do is allow them to seep into your cracks. You must realize your shared destiny with the water, and allow the water to smooth your surface, rather than fight in a vain attempt to change the nature of water. You will be destroyed or you will be victorious, there are no other options.
So all this "woman are crap and sh1t and I fvcking hate the stupid horb1tch kunts" can just fvcking stop right here. Be a smooth rock, learn some self control, and stop trying to control others. Your emotions are meant to be contained within you and used for the purpose of evaluating value, not to be riden and allowed to control you. Stop being water. Be a man already.
Men don't b1tch, b1tches b1tch, that's why it's called b1tching. So stop your b1tching, b1tches.
