You do know this song don’t you? It pissed all the women off…
Protect your soul man… it’s like stepping into a spider’s web.
Women are crafty like that.
These men are literally saying women want to be raped. Get the picture now. They’re well respected in pop culture.
I have a few things to say about these men. I have a few things to say about you promethean.
Oh, that song. The Marvin Gaye beat ripoff.
Okay, so here’s the thing, man. You can’t really count those people - people who would even be involved in that shit music - as representative of what constitutes a proper understanding and attitude about human sexuality. Those people are clowns. Already fucked. Souless living meme zombie sex toys who can be recognized and identified by the profane nature of that ‘art’.
Now, if you are concerned with trash like that violating each other’s consent, I’m not the least bit interested.
In other words, who cares what those dipshits say about anything, much less what they might mean with the lyrics and videos. You can’t point at that video and say “from this i have learned something incredibly important” unless by that you mean “how fucked MTV is”.
“I have a few things to say about you promethean”
If you start trying to bully me into not violating anyone’s consent I’m telling Carleas.
That last message is really funny promethean.
I have bigger things on my mind, and you’re by far the least on the list so to speak. I like you honestly. You’re a genuine person, who has morals and ethics. This human law doesn’t care about you. I do.
Oh no you don’t. If you did you would give me your blessing instead of trying to stop me from having sexy time.
I wanna have sexy time goddammit and i don’t feel bad about that you sonofabitch!
I like you. I’m the same way. Problem is… I’m so old in the universe that my sex is statutory rape. That’s outlawed in the cosmos.
Being Ecmandu: When you’re so old, you have sex with a ninety year old woman, and they call you a pedophile.
True. I need 5 characters to post, hence this sentence.
I have the curse of being too old than human women but wanting sex with all of them. I have to groom women for YEARS just to make them slightly consensual beings. And grooming is a horrible thing to do. It’s not going to happen for me
The feeling an intellectually superior male has toward his lover (especially if she’s young) is paternal. That’s what you are experiencing. The relationship feels like the relationship between a teacher and a student or a father and a daughter.
In your case, you can’t consider a girl to be ‘the right one’ unless she can understand reality at the level you do. But here’s the problem; the level of reality as you explain it is un-understandable to anyone who would hear it… so no girl could ever be thought to be the right one. See your dilemma? You’ve mind fucked yourself out of being able to be intimate when really your paternal instinct is quite healthy and appropriate… you’re just expressing it wrong. You’re trying to ‘lead’ someone at knowing and having wisdom, but the content of your teaching is nonsensical. The poor girl is fucked the second she sits down with you at the table. And you are too.
I should be charging you for this session. I usually don’t go this psychoanalytically hard when addressing forum posters.
No. I know how to steal women from suitors.
I just play the wingman out of amusement.
I give all the entertainment and get rejected, and the guy who copies some of me gets the girl. I’m actually fine with that, it amuses me.
I’m providing all the entertainment, and the girl goes with the douche.
I actually find it funny.
Good shit. That wasn’t just a general statement about something but an anecdote. That actually happened, or else it wouldn’t have been articulated so well.
Please describe for me the experience as best as you remember. Chillin at someone’s crib hangin’ out, at a restaurant, in school?
We’re going to do some crisis management and deal with traumatic experiences that have contributed to who you’ve become, E. First, we need to recreate them so that we can examine them in detail.
If you will, I’d like you to relax and lie down on the couch. I’m going to sing softly to you now and don’t try to pull a Good Will Hunting and pretend to be hypnotized if you really aren’t.
One of my wingman practices is not to tell the woman that the man is lying through his teeth. I’ve even had men turn to me in a very harsh tone and tell me “don’t say it”. I just laugh inside keeping a straight face. A lot of these people are still my friends. I don’t talk them up like an ordinary wingman would. I keep very silent and let them practice their ‘confidence’ craft as a wingman. I’ll throw words in every once and a while, to make women feel like he’s dominating me, but by proxy… I’m still respectful. The’ll be like… wow. this guy is cool, so the guy who’s hitting on me must be really cool!
See, you’ve already blown it. A sigma male… you are a sigma male arncha, E… never goes hunting with his buddies. That is strictly a solo mission. You don’t want to get caught up in competing with your buddies for the girl and making them all look like assrangers. That’s bad for all parties involved.
Alphas will go hunting with buddies but that’s because, being lower than sigmas, they get off on pwning their buddies in front of women. Sigmas don’t care about that silly shit and would rather bring their buddies up to their level than smash them in front of a woman.
If I competed, I’d have more money than all the people who are rich combined.
I have no interest in being that monster. You have to step on every heart on earth to be a multi trillionaire. I just teach, on ILP in a very humble apartment with a very humble housemate. He’s definitely marriage material ladies.
“I have no interest in being that monster”
And so should you shouldn’t because you very, very, very likely wouldn’t ever become one no matter how hard you tried despite what you claim.
So you’ve set up an imaginary symbol of evil (which isn’t possible for you to attain), which you then demand to be recognized and thanked for not becoming… and that this sacrifice you’ve made is unmatched by anyone… one of the things that contributes to your sense of your extraordinary nature.
So what you’ve done is given yourself, and expect from others, a credit for something that isn’t something you’d be able to decide not to do… because you’d simply never be able to do it.
You can’t decide not to do what you can’t do.
The personality disorder is amazingly elaborate in this one. Incredibly complex, quite elegant actually.
Tried to watch more of that stoic male video up there and couldn’t make it past ten minutes. It’s already turned into a caricature of Marcus Aurelius having a high school cafeteria room argument with Jane his eighth grade civics class crush who’s playing mind games with him or something.
Even the great stoics have been turned into clowns by modern philosopher youtubers.
I’m not caught up in this thread and I probably never will be, but I just came here to post this.
Obsession is not the problem. We’re built to obsess over something. We are built to seek it, to find it, to keep asking, to go deeper.
We are not built merely to survive.
The woman isn’t it.
But she helps.
State law.
I think we should have an open partnership where we just talk shit about everybody else that doesn’t have an open partnership and claim that we’re there for everyone, even though we’re not actively in an open partnership with anyone else except ourselves. We’d be doing the exact same thing you yourself are doing this very moment.
Let’s not, though, and just say we did.
Ok, we did, just saying.
It’s so adorable… the type of person that likes to diagnose things.
But actually solve them? Can they do that?
The scariest person is the one who only diagnoses things to reproduce and capitalize upon problems rather than actually solve them.
And those are (¿were?) the people in control of the “health” industry!
