A lot of men who are in the process of expressing their long repressed masculine nature are unsure of how deep the rabbit hole goes. This is leading to a premature expectation of the benefits that are afforded to the Alpha male or more accurately, the masculine man who is owning his shit. These premature man-children begin to feel as though the world owes them something - some respect or appreciation to make up for that lost period of time where they decided to take their foot off the gas and become weaksauce fucks.

Not all of the preemies are self entitled assholes, some just stop short as they don't know What's Expected of the Masculine Male, they think they have reached the apex and to be honest - it is this group that I find more tolerable. They've never embraced their masculinity so how else could they know how much to expect from life. These are the guys who are happy when they go from sex once a month to sex every other week. While the increase in frequency is a positive, don't stop there - unless you want to, which you don't - so just don't stop there.

The last group is the group who is able to optimally live as a masculine male in a feminized society. These are the guys who 'get it' - like Dori from Finding Nemo -they just keep swimming.

Even though you feel you've become a manly man and now deserve the admiration, sex, and respect that comes with being a man, you don't not yet at least and the main reason as to why, is you. More specifically - your ego.

You have to kill that fucking thing and take a hard look at yourself objectively.

Sure you lost 60lbs in months, that's great. But you're still wearing the clothes from 60lbs ago and you still have another 30 lbs to lose.

You starting reading? great - my son is 6 and reads a book a night on top of the book we read together.

You learned some RP terminology - that doesn't mean anyone has to listen to you, nor does it mean you are right.

I've been posting since 2013 and I fuck up all the time. Text does not convey tone very well; I misinterpret posts, comment when I shouldn't, and sometimes I let my frustration at the redundancy boil over. I then check myself and remember that even though it is the 435th time someone has asked about how to keep a relationship fresh - it is that guy's first post and he probably doesn't even know how to search reddit.

This game we are playing, the game of life - there is no end to it - at least not until you're dead. If you want to win, you need to go to that grave knowing objectively that you gave it your all. Only then can you die with no regrets, a smile on your face, leaving behind a good looking corpse.