Since taking the red pill, working through the rage and coming out the other side, I can honestly say that I’m content and accepting of my lot in life of not being in the top 10-20% of men. Being invisible to most women isn’t always bad. I think that maybe if I were taller or more muscular or more handsome I’d be happy, because who wouldn’t be, right? Then again, if I were I could also have gotten trapped in a marriage with an awful women with a bunch of kids and a job that I hate and a house I loathe coming home to.

I don’t know if other people feel this way, but I’ve found a sort of personal acceptance in my short-comings (pun intended). I guess everyone has a different journey to MGTOW.