Recently I’ve begun to notice an alarming trend. The rise of the male hamster. A little rodent that runs around chewing away at any rationale, and shits out little excuses as to why things aren’t going the way you want.
Females get away with not holding themselves to a particular standard, because they don’t have to, their biology doesn’t dictate it. It’s often not directly linked to their success in the sexual market. A women can fail at almost anything and blame pretty much everyone and everything for it, but, because she has a great pair of tits and her ass is borderline splitting her jeans, she’s absolved. She remains at the top of her sexual Hierarchy.
Men on the other hand do not escape with such a privilege. A man’s place in the Sexual hierarchy is directly linked to his successes and failures. His status matters. What he has to offer matters. The male hamster becomes a really dangerous little fucker when men start holding themselves to a feminine standard. When they start spawning every excuse in the book to justify their failures.
Im going to tell you A tale of 3 friends:
Friend 1 - Friend one is a great looking guy, he’s well built, has a decent paying job, lives in a nice apartment. You’d say he’s in the top 1% of mate selection, here’s the catch, he hardly ever gets a whiff of pussy. And when he does he settles for Moby Dicks little cousin. One could call him Captain Ahab. He claims his struggles with women are because he’s not wealthy, not a male model, Isn’t a famous IG celebrity.
Friend 2 – Friend two is a bit different. He’s an overweight middle aged man, face like a pug, if you saw him in the street you’d probably expect him to collect your garbage. Friend two, however, needs a pair of armbands when he goes out, because he quite literally drowns in it. He came from a poor background but is now very wealthy, and a well-known member of society, He’s built up an events company from scratch in his younger years that brings down some of the biggest names in electronic music.
Friend 3 - Friend three is the one I find most interesting. He’s very similar to friend one, good looking, well built, earns less than no.1, but is improving every year, He stays in a shittier apartment. Friend 3 is charming, could sell ice to eskimos, and is driven, he’s constantly improving, I believe in a few years’ time he will be very successful. Friend 3 takes home girls like a Hugh Hefner slumber party. He’s plated multiple models, and could take a fresh cut of fillet home every week if he so desired.
Now you’re probably wondering what the difference between these fellows is apart from the obvious, and I’ll drop you a hint, 2 of them own their shit, make the most of their situation, and one of them sits around all day pissing into the wind about every reason why he’s not where he wants to be.
You have two options in life, you can be a log in the ocean getting crashed around, merciless to the tides around you. Blame your finances, or genetics, or the fact that your mom never packed lunch for you. Or you can build a boat, use the tools at your disposal to build a highly functional, bad ass machine. Then you can plot your journey, navigate the seas and the weathers to get wherever the fuck you want to be.