The two pillars of feminism are narcissism and entitlement. As American men are feminized, American men are as unhappy as women.
Narcissism is mistakenly interpreted to mean vanity. If that were true, there would be no fat or ugly narcissists. Rather than denoting vanity, narcissism is the belief that the world exists for me and me alone and that any craving is therefore morally virtuous and deserving of immediate satisfaction. (American obesity explained in a sentence: I’m entitled to indulge whatever craving my body feels.)
Consider the attitudes of many American men – even men who read game blogs and thus who are trying to “unplug” from mainstream thought. Men are always bitching (note that bitching is a feminine world; real men don’t bitch) about this stuff:
- Clubs suck.
- American women suck.
- My friends suck.
- Learning game sucks.
- Life sucks.
- Spending money on dates sucks.
- Going to the gym sucks.
- New York City sucks.
If you want to understand the narcissism epidemic, add for me to each of those sentences. You then understand that American men are not bitching about the state of affairs qua the state of affairs (none of us are that enlightened) but instead are bitching bout the state of affairs qua how that impacts me.
The truth is that while American women suck in general, there are plenty of guys pulling hot ass. Some of us have legit friends who have our backs when needed. Some of us are legit friends who are there when our friends need us. Some of us have great times in clubs – even clubs in New York.
There is more truth.
If you are out of shape, broke, have no game, have no personality, have a negative personality, are always bitching about how inferior everyone is to yourself (and telling everyone how superior your are), life will suck for you. Everything and everyone will suck for you.
Life sucks only for you when you feel entitled to happiness.
Most men think that by virtue of “showing up” to life, they should be rewarded with riches and pussy – or at the very least, they are entitled to a decent-looking housewife who fucks them regularly and doesn’t cheat, a 9-5 job (weekends off, natch) that pays enough to sustain a family, 2 kids, dog, and white picket fence.
Why are you entitled to any of this?
In 1912, Americans lived with their extended families in dilapidated homes and walked around shoeless.
In 1992, I had two pairs of jeans to last me an entire school year. I was fat. I got bullied. My mom was mentally ill. We had food stamps.
You’ll rarely hear me bitch because when you are born with little, you feel entitled to nothing. If I wanted to have decent clothes, I had to get away from my hometown. If I wanted to stop being bullied, I had to get tougher than the bullies.
When I focused so much on beating people up that my social skills were lacking. I didn’t have any friends or girlfriends. I read over a 100 books on communication, body language, human interaction, emotional intelligence, human evolution, culture and philosophy. Now things are great.
Life is simple when you realize, “Everything that sucks is my fault. Either my emotional response to the situation is overborne or else I am not doing enough to change my external environment.”
When guys bitch, all I can think is, “Why do you think the world should be any other way? Why should life be different for you? What have you done that entitles you to righteous treatment?”
Oh, that’s right. You exist and therefore are endowed by your Creator with the inalienable right to endless pussy, good friends, cash money, and eternal youth.
Why do you think being born is an accomplishment? Motivated by billions of years of evolution, your dad was driven to inseminate your mom to replicate his genes. You were born. Great fucking job, kiddo. Let’s all sit around and talk about how fucking special that makes you.
After we’re done listening to how much life sucks, guess what: Life will still suck for you.
If you want life to stop sucking, find out where you fucked up. Maybe you’re a shitty person who deserves every bad thing that has happened to you. Maybe you’re a decent person who lacks a life philosophy. Maybe you’re living in the wrong town, have the wrong job, or are dating the wrong girls.
(I used to think I had clinical depression. Then I moved from a shitty flyover state to a Golden Land. Suddenly my depression was cured. A few years later I was unhappy again. Then I got divorced and got happy.)
Accept that you are not entitled to happiness. Accept that if you want to be happy, you must figure out what makes you happy. Make changes.
Or else join a god-damned knitting circle with a bunch of old ladies, because legit men are done listening to how much your life sucks. You’ll never build a solid crew if you yourself suck.