When you fully digest the Red Pill there really is no going back. You see for the world for what it is. You see all of the brutal truths.

Today I was thinking, was I better off blue pilled? I was happier. The belief that there are perfect women out there made me feel positive about the world. I could fantasize about my relationships in the future. I could feel positive emotions towards women.

Now I see women for what they are. I initially swallowed the Red Pill about six months ago. However, I wasn’t fully digested until now. The last part I couldn’t digest was the true nature of women. I have been lifting, my life has purpose now, I am heavily disciplined, I follow my goals and everything in my life is organized. My life has improved dramatically since initially taking the Red Pill. My SMV has also dramatically improved.

However, despite this, I wasn’t fully digested. I still had a slight belief that some women were different. Some women maybe didn’t mind the less brave or less masculine guy.

This is false. This is incorrect. I should have known but I guess I had to find out first hand.

The final breaking point in what allowed the Red Pill to fully digest is my mother. Growing up my mother brainwashed me (like many here) in regards to the idea that there are good girls everywhere. Girls like nice boys. If I’m a friendly “gentleman” girls will love me.

Of course this made me very confused during high school and early university as football players got the girls and the “in-betweeners” (not a losers but not cool) were ignored.

My mother always liked me to be clean cut, skinny and polite. I loved her so I blindly listened. I realized now that some heavily loving mothers deep down don’t want their sons with any other women. I remember in my blue pilled days I would bring the odd date home to meet the parents. My mom would look at the date with HATE (stay away from my son bitch!) How did I not pick up on this sooner...

Anyways. Today my mom came to visit me in the city I live in. We spent a lot of time together and we talked deeply about a variety of topics. I randomly began asking her about the guys she had dated before my Dad. I asked her why she broke up with them. She got very nervous and said “I didn’t feel a connection” aka the men weren’t masculine enough. Suddenly I realized...it hit my like a bullet. and it hurt me bad...how could I have been so fucking blind...

Now my Dad is the most masculine guy I know. Sadly he was distant with me while I grew up so his manly ness didn’t rub off. My Dad isn’t afraid of anything. I have never seen him scared. He is 6’1, good looking, naturally built, very low in agreeableness, and very aggressive and angry. He also has a giant clock. Like easily pornstar size...disturbing to think about...

My Dad more or less ignores my Mom...yet they met by my Mom approaching my Dad in a crowded bar and asked him out...they had tons of marriage difficulties and yet time and time again my Mom kept going back. She just couldn’t resist...

Realizing this hurt me quite badly. My Mom, my loving mom, is no different from all the other cunts out there. Women by nature are awful. They are ruthless. What women are attracted to is terrible. They don’t care about the person. They care about his masculinity. Period.

Now that I know this and my Red Pill lens is fully formed I must admit I’m quite depressed. The world is harsh.

I’m also somewhat glad. Because I know this now. So many poor bastards don’t figure this out until they get divorced...how terrible...

All I can say is I truly truly hope that more men can fully swallow the Red Pill. It will protect them...luckily I have t been too damaged and I’ll be fine in the future...sadly many can’t share that fate.

I was happier when I was blue pilled as the world didn’t seem as harsh. Despite this, I think that with time I will adjust to my new Red Pill lenses and find a peace in knowing the cold hard truth.

Rant over.