Firstly, read the sidebar.

Secondly, the title means jack shit. It’s literally 14 words and this post is definitely for you if you were wooed by them. Not sure if I mean that as a dig just yet.

Ok let’s get on with it. You could describe me as a semi-casual reader of this place.

Wait, let me take a quick moment to say “read the sidebar”.

Ok so, I’m mister lurker guy just like all the other dumbass “i’m a lurker and this is my first post/comment please praise my feigned and naive wisdom” guys. I don’t have credentials to show you. I don’t have an endorsement. Those are suspect lately anyway. Just read this shit, it takes like 2 minutes.

I might have ruled the lurkers in a different timeline that I have less than zero fucking interest in visiting. See, I read the sidebar 4 years ago, started lifting, started not giving a fuck (that’s a lie), started acting like I don’t give a fuck (true), and basically took life by the reigns and started treating it like the sweet little slit wanting a good hard fucking that it is.

Slit. Not slut. That wasn’t a typo. A slit and a slut are very different. I don’t know where I’m going with that, I should probably just read the sidebar again and stop thinking I know stuff.

Let’s get on with it again. I check in probably once per month just to sort top and see what I can glean from here. Always skip the field reports btw. This place, imo, shouldn’t be fan fiction hour for the guy that just found out he can actually have sex with beautiful women but actually can’t write fan fiction. Your uncontrollable excitement is the first sign that you don’t get it and have yet to establish frame or abundance. Yes, these field reports have nuggets of shit-covered gold here and there, but again- read the sidebar and just get shit-free gold.

And despite this, I never “concern trolled” in 4 years of lurking. I never chimed in to complain. That’s just not me. I mean, the HOA is pretty much the biggest pain in my ass these days and I’ve yet to show up there with signs and a picket line. (This is where I point out that life is complex and this HOA needs to burn but not yet and not by my hand and I can’t fit the reasons why in a post that you would actually read. And also that there is a true balance between gentle, cruel, and just).

Ok here it really is. The worst part- the worst aspect for you: theredpill has become redundant and boring. You’re either new and don’t get it yet or you’ve been around and you don’t flinch at me saying my 22 year old plate wants to pay for a cruise for us. The new guys flinch at every word I just said. Still angry those ones.

The anger gets boring eventually. So do the cruises. Well shit, we got ourselves a real pickle here.

It’s ok though. Such is life. Redundancy and monotonous continuation of the same boring similar same stuff stuff.

But do we burn it all down for this reason?

No.

So what do we do?

We call out the reckless and the misguided who seek to “shake things up” because it “gets boring”. We identify the ones who have lost their way in the boredom.

My pitchfork is ready, who do we stab first and send to beta hell?

No. No. Put it down and get back to your boredom.

If a cuck comes in and successfully gets rich while telling us that watching his gf getting fucked on his own accord is masculinity, should we burn down the structures that we built slowly (for free) and carefully (for free) and have defended strongly (for free)? Should we grab our pitchforks and rush toward the man who put this on? (I think we would rush for free, right guys?)

No. We should laugh. Hey, fuck it. Dude just got rich while eliminating more men from the pool of dicks that threaten your plate. Or maybe we hold in tears and give each other knowing nods as we pour one out. I really don’t care.

What I do care about is the health of a community that literally changed my life. No bullshit. The sidebar clued me into how to really be a man.

I grew up in the church and talks of masculinity happened all the time. I was eager to hear what it meant. Yet the evangelical rate of divorce is as high as the secular one.

I never heard truth about masculinity until I read the sidebar. Fuck you. Yeah, read the sidebar you dumb shit. God.

Look, if you read the same truth over and over and over, does it make it less true?

No. It makes you bored.

If your friend tells you over and over and over that you’re short but just need to find new avenues of sexual attraction, does it make you shorter?

No. It pisses you off and makes you look elsewhere for answers in a world where you will always be short.

Good friend by the way.

This conference is a massive loss of frame for men. Even giving the benefit of the doubt that these participants were conscious of their impact but just wanted to make a buck, that might be more damning than the first assumption.

Enter this post. And other low rent YouTube music videos about motivation. Boredom isn’t the enemy. Your view of the process is the enemy. That’s why you pretty much only need the sidebar.

Quick intermission to read the sidebar. Are you bored? Keep reading.

Even the wisest of us need reminders of truth constantly (which is to say reminders that we’re bored and being dumb shits because of it).

The day you start doubting the truths of the sidebar is the day you need to open it up and start again anywhere. And find a friend that constantly slaps your face and splashes cold water on you. This friend might have to be the sidebar.

The day you consider charging an ungodly amount of money to say that your cross dressing journey unlocked something new and manly in you is the day you need to fucking hit reset and assume you’re a full on retard who can thankfully read (the sidebar).

I mean literally retarded but holding the capacity to read (the sidebar).

You think Steve Nash is one of the best free throw shooters of all time because he did it when he really wanted to? Go shoot 1000 free throws and tell me your ass isn’t tired and bored.

You’re already bored reading this. That’s like 90% on me, keep going though.

Oh, but I’m not getting paid for it. If I got millions, I would shoot 10,000 free throws every day.

Horseshit. You are getting paid for it.

You’re getting paid for your hard work in the gym and your sexual expertise and your frame every time you bed a new woman.

But I have a wife.

Have you heard of dread? Have you heard of boredom and the process?

That’s what sucks about the process and boredom. If we could see the other result, it might light a fire under our asses. But all we have is this result. Is it working? Am I fit? Does she like me? Am I funny?

Woah woah woah. Look, I don’t have the answers and neither do you. But I can damn near guarantee it looks a lot worse in that other reality where you don’t go to the gym today.

Learn to love boredom and the tiny incremental steps it takes to be great. Your mind wants to shit on it but you’ll wake up one day four years from now and wonder how it happened for a moment.

And then you’ll remember: it was because I didn’t get bored and I didn’t let my gf go fuck some random guy. And also I read the sidebar.