Subject says it all, really.

Every single woman I ever speak with I've found is completely full of excuses for everything. Not reasons, excuses. I think it's safe to say that TRP refers to this as the rationalization hamster.

To be fair, it seems everyone has one these days. But I don't care about fucking other guys, so I'm talking about the female hamster here.

Nevertheless, it's incredibly frustrating to be on the ass-end of this vile creature. No, that's putting it mildly. It can be agonizing.

I'm fucking tired of it. I want the fucker KILLED. No, fuck that, death is too good for that thing: I want to watch it SUFFER.

I even smashed my ex's with a hammer. In public. What happened? Yeah, she still did whatever the fuck she wanted. She went with what felt good at the time instead of holding up her end of a commitment. Fuck that, I dumped her straight into the trash with a quickness and never looked back.

We are living in the age of False Entitlement. And is it ever a bitch.

ADHD. Excuse factory painted up as a mental disorder.

Even people that should know better are getting swayed by the "easy way out" it offers.

Shitty thing is, it isn't going away. The hamster's here and it's here to stay. Everyone has an excuse for everything nowadays.

I've come to the realization that TRP is about making the hamster work for me instead of against me. I want excuses made for me, not for her shitty self-absorbed attitude. And certainly not for some other dickwad that has managed to catch her eye.

But how?

My logical mind finds flaws in it. My skeptical mind won't tolerate it. My responsible mind cannot fucking stand it.

When confronted by the hamster (which happens quite often), what are the first thoughts that come to your minds as Red Pillers?

And how do I get over the ex'es of my past that ran over me with the hamstermobile? I know that if I ever want to get laid again, I've got to forget about them but am finding it tremendously difficult to do so. Thoughts about them keep creeping into my mind and it's holding me back. Do I ... (I can't believe I'm even considering this) ... make excuses for them?