About a month ago or so, I went on vacation. It was a fairly typical summer vacation with warm sunny weather and fun activities, but on this vacation an event occurred which catalyzed a fundamental change in my world view.

I called an escort agency for the first time.

My time with the girl wasn't "special", and I knew that she was only with me for the money. It was completely transactional, sex for resources. The illusion of love disappeared.

The next day, while out and about I could see all the women parasitically latched on to their slaves man. Fat women waddling around, husbands in tow to be called forth only when a wallet was necessary or the children were too far away. Ugly women in groups, sightseeing and prowling for a potential wallet to buy them shit. Beautiful young women with attractive men, fighting to secure his resources. Old women nagging their husbands about plans for their next vacation while he's carrying several large bags of souvenirs.

And the men I saw were all miserable. All of them. Each one of them was having his strength sapped by the parasite, but it had been going on for so long that the guys were not even aware of the slow process. Alpha-type guys trying to crack jokes about their servitude. Dutiful provider guys walking on eggshells and doling out the MasterCard. Fucking miserable, yet addicted to the drugs of pussy and validation that were slowly killing them.

A year and a half after first discovering /r/TheRedPill and subsequently adopting the theory as a working praxeology, improving sexual market value, spinning plates for a while, stumbling across Stardusk and barbarossaa and other YouTube MGTOW content producers, hours of reading and listening and contemplating, participating within the communities... All of these were good and necessary for me, but it was all an intellectual knowledge.

The worldview shift that occurred was the internalization of the intellectual. There was a long time between swallowing The Red Pill and actually digesting it.