Welcome to the first post in our summer group-read of BRONZE AGE MINDSET. For the next month, I'll be reading Bronze Age Mindset, and dissecting what I find interesting. Feel free to make your own posts, if anything I missed strikes you as interesting! For our first post, we'll be looking at the Prologue and talking about the modern day, Bug-man.

"Spiritually your insides are all wet, and there's a huge hole through where monstrous powers are fucking your brain, letting loose all of your life and power of focus. You don't see yourself as you really are, but maybe some nightmare can show it to you. I am here to show you the way out." [06]

When I think of what BAP is getting at with his talk of Bug-men, I think of my absolute lowest point in the summer of 2011. At that point, I had been in a relationship for four years with a woman who had progressively lost respect for me- despite me doing everything you'd have seen in a chick flick. I was caring, I was forgiving, I loved her unconditionally- yet things were slipping away. This is blue pill behavior but not necessarily bug-man, although the two are almost always intertwined.

When I think of the bug-man, I think of my attitude at this time- thinking my relationship goals were settled and that I could more deeply focus on what life is. A bug-man without a relationship is boring! There's another word for that, and it's incel, far more interesting to dissect is the bug-man who isn't desperate for pussy and angry- the more interesting bug-man is the one who is fulfilled- a study of this behavior will reveal a far more accurate picture.

I thought about what life was, convinced I was with the girl I was going to marry and that things were reasonably comfortable in that regard. I focused my time on comfort and consumer persuits. I tried to find perfection in that regard- how much more comfortable can I get? What degree of consumer product would bring my life another step closer to perfection? This is the bug-man; the bug-man has a toxic definition of life, provided by a leftist media/academia complex happy to have you exist as credit card debt who votes the way they want.

I spent my time as a bug-man trying to move closer to consumer perfection- I was obsessed with getting a 3D-TV at the time, which is hilariously 2011 tech, but that way I could abandon going to movies; any big Hollywood garbage-fest, presented in garbage-3D, I'd be able to see at home. One step closer. A PS3 to play the latest console games; a blu-ray collection of the most important movies; getting fat on chain restaurant garbage, after getting high on designer weed- life is meant to be enjoyed comfortably in consumer bliss; this is how the bug-man sees life.

My sex life with this girlfriend is emblematic of the bug-man's concern with consumption and the maximization of sensory pursuits- you will see talk of sex like this all over mainstream Reddit:

Another wonder of the modern world- she couldn’t get pregnant. Nature disrupted by science; sex detached from meaning. She’d let you look at bikini pictures of her old sorority sisters posted in private Facebook groups on her MacBook Pro as you fucked her, which you thought was hot. Take every situation to its peak- push every sensory experience to its breaking point with drugs and tech and food. This was the future we deserved- the organic tension of our first kiss felt distant and obsolete. Everything escalating to parody- she’s blowing you as you talk to cam-girls, you’re watching Carmella Bing get fucked while she uses her industrial-grade Hitachi magic wand to get off- next she’ll need a chainsaw. This was life’s purpose- you kill to party.

The bug-man will kill to party, but only in the least glamorous way possible- not with club girls and cocaine, but with petty consumption and voyeurism. There are far more bug-men than there are Chads in nightclubs- this is what the modern world wants you to be, and this is the starting point for the Bronze Age Mindset- a rejection of the modern world, and a return to the spirit of the bronze age!

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