These posts are some of my favorite things to write. They are cathartic in some weird way. I feel like I can air it out without worry. I have no idea if they are as enjoyable to read as they are to write. I just like when I have a ton of ideas all swirling in my head, and I just let it flow.
I had an interesting conversation with a guy named Brad at Hooters last Monday night. Brad is a total sociopath. He works in financial services, and we had an enjoyable conversation about the law of large numbers. For those not interested in math and stats, this shit would bore you to tears but not me. I eat that shit up.
During the course of the convo, we started talking about women. This guy admitted that he fucked the women in his office. He would hire the good looking ones, use them, and fire them. Like I said, the guy is a sociopath. He then told me an amusing story of getting face make up on his khakis from a blow job received under the desk. The make up left a sort of face outline on the pants, and he had to get home without his girlfriend seeing this macabre face on the front of his pants. He later fired the blow job chick.
I don't know whether to repudiate or admire this man's complete lack of regard for women. As tasteless as this guy sounds, the women he was fucking were worthless cunts. It would be different if he was a rapist, but he wasn't. He saw them for what they were, and he hated them for it. He used them and tossed them like garbage.
I have another friend who is contemplating a divorce. He needs it really bad because this woman is a complete superbitch. Brad the Sociopath told my unhappily married friend that relationships were like sour milk. They don't get better. They only get worse. One of the ironies is that guys like us go to a place like Hooters to get away from women. Despite being surrounded in barely covered female ass, Hooters is a palace of misogyny where women are objectified and degraded, and virtually no other women venture into the place. Hooters is definitely not a singles bar.
I am totally into the misogyny thing. I hate women. Take any quality of a woman and put it in a man, it is considered a vice. Women are misery on two legs. They are toxic fucking waste. My mindset is the same as that of Ian Fleming who created James Bond, and the man who played Bond, Sean Connery. Both brought misogyny to a new level where it belongs.
The right attitude to have towards women is almost identical to the attitude you should have towards scotch. It is pleasurable in the right amounts but painful in larger quantities. And it will never make you happy. Women are exactly like that scotch. They are for pleasure and nothing else.
One of the Hooters girls started hitting on Brad the Sociopath. I found this surprising since women that work at Hooters try hard to avoid such entanglements with the guys that go there. They lie and say they have boyfriends when they don't. The fact is that any man that has a Hooters girl for a girlfriend is a fucking idiot. This is like buying a rental car, but everyone else still gets to drive it. The reason this chick was getting all hot and wet for Brad is because he is a good looking guy. Naturally, he tells me she is a worthless fucking whore when she leaves our part of the bar.
Women love men that hate them. I'm not sure why this is, but there it is. I have issued many rants in the past about love being bullshit and worthless women and all that. For some odd reason, women find this to be a turn on and immediately start putting out. I am trying to fathom why this is the case, but an answer eludes me. I suspect they thrive on misery and feed on it like some demented parasites. Brad the Sociopath says women are attracted to confidence, so when you act like you don't give a fuck, it makes women horny as hell and want to fuck. The guy must know.
I think women are one colossal dead end. Dead ends are projects and goals in life that are a waste of your time. When you get to the end, you realize it was for nothing. The only exception with women is they do give birth. I haven't met a guy yet except for a few I can count on one hand who didn't regret getting married. I have yet to meet the person who regretted having children.
I was reading an article the other day about the cost of sex, and how it has dropped considerably. Women put out now more than ever. They will fuck you on the first date where there was a time when you had to put a ring on that finger to get her in the bed. Then, it became engagement. Then, it became steady relationship. Now, we are in the era of hook ups where sex is served like complimentary mints. So, why do men ever bother getting married?
Clearly, men are looking for companionship. There is no reason for him to make such a colossal error as to marry some worthless moneygrubbing cuntflap whore. They already put out. But the tragedy is they go ahead and seek this companionship, and it never pays off. NEVER. I have to listen to my married friend talk about how she sleeps upstairs while he sleeps on the couch downstairs. He is a miserable guy, and everything is about money. I am the bachelor, and he is the husband. But for some odd reason, he is at the bar more than I am. He goes there because he dreads going home. I actually go home because I like being there.
I realize that I am the only happy person that I know. It is a weird thing. It is like eating crappy food. Crappy food tastes good, and it fills you up. But it leaves you with indigestion, the shits, and weight gain. Eating healthy food tastes good but not in the same way. It sates your hunger but without the bloat. You don't have indigestion. You lose weight. You feel fucking great. But you still want a fucking cheeseburger.
Women are just like that cheeseburger. They bring pleasure and misery in their wake. When I am single and living life, I feel a certain lightness. Everything is great except for that nagging desire to find some woman to share it with. Then, you find yourself in a relationship, and it feels great at first. But then, you feel that heaviness. It weighs on you until it becomes unbearable. You just want it to stop, and you finally dump her. You go through a withdrawal phase, and you end up feeling better again.
This is why I have been keenly interested in the area of willpower and self-discipline lately. Happiness lies in not yielding to temptation. The reality is that we are a supercomputer welded to base instincts. This is how a normally rational man can build a career, a reputation, and a fortune but end up blowing it on some worthless whore called a wife. The fact is that a man becomes what he becomes in direct proportion to the virtues he exercises and possesses. Women are the undoing of virtue. It is their nature. Men are producers. Women are consumers.
Men fare better when they get through a divorce. I've done a lot of reading on this, and men go on to recover financially and personally. Women don't. This is because they are without virtue. Since the first marriage ruined them with responsibilities and a wrecked body from pushing out kids, no other guy wants her worthless fat ass. So, she has fucked herself.
For me, the challenge is simple. How do I avoid a relationship? That is the plan. This plan takes discipline. The way I deal with the temptation is to constantly remind myself of the true worthless nature of women and to cultivate within myself a complete and thorough misogyny. When I see a woman, I imagine fucking her like some animal and then tossing her like a sack of wet garbage. I imagine this is how James Bond dealt with women. Women are to be consumed and purged. You figure men are like this by nature, but they aren't. Men are hardwired to fall in love and care for women. Disciplined men learn to short circuit these impulses. This is the secret Brad the Sociopath learned. It is the secret I have learned. You must develop within you a cold hatred for women, and sex is merely an expression of that hatred. The irony is that women will love you for this.
