Personal Rant
The Challenges of Close Relationships
When it comes to developing and maintaining relationships, there’s no more delicate of a subject matter. Whether you’re talking about Love, Friendship, Partnership, or Family, every bit of each can be difficult if you allow the failures to take precedence over preservation, but sometimes preserving is the exact component that holds you back.
The reality of each relationship is they require a degree of work and understanding from both ends, when one of those ends simply isn’t firing properly then things start to discombobulate. This is where you have to really be careful on maneuvering decision making, as often times, decisions need to be made to course correct. Neglect of such = Misery.
The Divine Feminine is Broken
Unfortunately in America, we are plagued with the Masculine Feminine (thanks capitalism). The Masculine Female is the worst, yet they don’t recognize it as such, because they’re supposed to be ‘strong, independent’ - whatever bullshit belief system they’ve been programmed to believe, and as a result, our world is falling apart.
In the dynamic of Love, the man wants little. He needs little. The equations are truthfully extremely simple to keep a man where he needs to be to become a warrior and continue to fight. A man doesn’t want to hand a woman a rifle and send her to war, yet everyday, women are picking up guns and firing away…
They don’t know what it means to live with death. How can they? I mean I’m always open to commentary or pushback, I love the idea of debate, but to remain on topic, the woman brings life, so how can they know death like a man?
A real man would kill without hesitation to protect, as any hesitation can mean death. Sure that can seem scary, death, but really, fear subsidizes in survival. In flight or fight, Women should be the ones flying, but they’re not in modern times. They’re ready to take arms and all that comes with it and that’s the last thing we need.
The Needs of Man
are so simple it should be engraved in every city center as a testament to creating fluid society. Men build, women nurture. Men collect, women manage. Men fight, women love. There’s so many bonehead things I can say about what a man needs, because I am a bonehead man in need.
The equation is simple: If I am looking to battle in the marketplace, going to war everyday for our future, then you have to be conscious of that as a woman. Men want to come home to a woman who wants to give them their body, give them a warm meal, give them comfort and peace. Men don’t want to spend their whole day operating, in the marketplace, under pressure to then come home to more stress, anxiety, uncertainty, and confusion.
If you want to do math, and every time you’re estimating 20% of $2MM, your calculator spits out $40,000 - this is what it feels like to not have a stable home. No matter how many times you try and do the math, NOTHING ADDS UP. Instead of scratching your head, looking for a solution, you just go to bed, because it’s easier to leave your body, fall into realms of dreams that can provide a more pleasant apparatus than that of being awake.
So for the woman .
If you want your man to be a man, quit treating him like an equal, or your bitch. Neither is true. If a man were your equal, then it would be okay to square up and throw hands in the street with you no problem. That’s not society however. There is an appall to treating women poorly, yet everyday, men are abused. Sure, women aren’t laying their hands on men, but they’re hanging their doubts on them without even understanding what they want, who they are, and you can spend years with a woman only to recognize that for years, she has responded to a situation the same way every time, a response that yields nothing but misery for man.
We can look before at the needs of man to see what sort of treatment a man needs, but in the end of it all, a man will stay with you because he’s stuck. He doesn’t know how to leave you because he has tried before, but his heart says you will change. He wants to believe that one day he’ll wake up and his dreams won’t be so appealing anymore. He’ll wake up to the divine feminine he’s been needing in his life, the woman who accepts his support and in return, hoists him up to be the best version of himself.
How does she do this? By being raised in Columbia.
It’s extremely difficult to find a woman who is going to meet your needs, it’s likely 10x harder to get a woman to start to change to be what you need. So then we meet our ultimate dilemma as men.
What is the solution?
Unfortunately, you’re very limited in this category. But I’ll do my best to give brief conceptual solutions.
You stay single, play the field, and hope one day you find the woman who meets your needs.
You dedicate yourself to a woman who matches your core values and/or interests. In this, you either get a highly masculine woman who carries a ton of drive and is entrepreneurial (if that’s what you want) or you get a woman who has great potential.
In this realm, you’re either building your own heaven or your own hell, it also takes 3-5 years, maybe 10 to figure out what you’re actually developing here.
You become a passport bro and get you a 90 day fiancé from a country that isn’t plagued with ruining woman, which this route will have the highest ROI/ROT*
*Return on Investment and Return on Time.
You stay single till you die and in this route, you better be a fucking absolute unit of a man because plebs get fucking slaughtered by the world. You either go for gold or you give up as a single man.
Ultimately, hope for the family in USA is very minimal, at least coming from this gen z writer.
Truthfully, I wish things were just a bit better than they are here, but every woman wants to make a bunch of money and you should go and do that, but don’t associate that with being what a man wants . . . . . by doing this, you prove to man that you can be without him and you can do that at any point in this relationship. Man takes one wrong step and you’ve cast him to the wolves.
I’m a bit more in a morbid mood today, it’s raining and I want love. I also want to give up and drown in work till i’ve swallowed enough water to swim. Either way, fin.
