I don’t know how this will go, or if I’ll trip over any rules (that's a lie; I'm deliberately breaking rule #2: Behave like you would in real life. Why would I do that? In real life, I'm even worse), but what the hell, because I could read this sub all day long, every day. You guys are fucking fascinating, and I mean that in a good way. It’s inspiring, really, how everyone here tries to meet emotional needs their own way (thus the name, I imagine), forging whatever path they think will get them there, sharing whatever wisdom is garnered through trial and error, subscribing an unsubscribing to the methods and means of others - basically, a crowd-sourced search for understanding and fulfillment and all that shit.

It’s fascinating to me because I’m kind of the opposite, which makes this whole sub hella sexy. Again, in a good way. Maybe I’m a distant cousin. Who knows? Whatever you want to call it, I see on the fringes of the posts and comments here a journey I’ve been on my whole life. Not because I regard women or feminism or marriage or (sexual/romantic) relationships as antithetical to a happy existence, but because none of those things have any meaning to me. Not women or feminism or relationships or a happy existence (which is not to say I’m unhappy - I’m neither). The same is true for me and MTGOW, and all the inherent striving and exploring and whatnot. None of these things are either fulfilling or unfulfilling (for me), but I’ve found watching people chase after such fulfillment a constant source of intrigue.

If you haven't guessed, I'm not a card-carrying member or anything. But there seems to be some correlation, because I’ve been in a dozen long-term (over 2 years) relationships in my life (I'm not young), and not a single woman among them ever meant a thing to me. To be fair, nobody does, including you guys. You could all die in a fiery conflagration, and I’d be bummed about the lack of content in the sub. I don’t mean that maliciously. I just have empathy issues.

Anyway, one interesting thing (to me) about all this is I read all these posts and comments, and I think I’ve done to women about 92% of the things the posts and comments say women do. Lie, cheat, suck them dry and cast them off, manipulate, gaslight, steal, dodge consequences... I’m not bragging or confessing my sins, because - again - it’s all the same to me. Most things are. But not you guys, or at least the struggles you face. Well, more like how they affect me. See what I mean? Isn't that what the posts and comments say women are like? Me me me? Do I get a pass because they don't face the consequences for such behavior I would, or am I as big an asshole as any of them? Intellectually, it's interesting. Morally, it's boring, except in terms of the knots people twist themselves into trying to figure all this shit out. I mean, what a glorious mess human beings have made. Like feminism. There’s feminism. Think about how mind-blowing that is. It’s a thing, because human beings are so monumentally fucked up that half of them think they’re the victims of oppression. And the funny part is, it’s both halves who think that (though it's only socially acceptable for one half to say it aloud).

Before I give anyone the wrong impression, you should know I envy you. All of you. I would trade places with the most miserable fuck among you. Maybe you don’t believe that, but that’s probably because I don’t think a single one of you understand what true emptiness feels like. Again, not bagging on you; that's to your credit. You're normal and healthy. You think like people should and feel like people should. I read a recent thread about what to do when your woman is cheating on you. That was amazing. The raw emotional outpouring was like fucking crack. I mean, if there were a way to literally have sex with crack, that’s what it was like. What to do? That’s awesome, because I didn't do any of it. One of my girlfriends (many years ago) tearfully confessed to fucking another man, and I couldn’t seem to explain to her that the moment she wasn’t in my field of vision, she ceased to exist. Fuck another man; fuck twenty of them all at once; don’t fuck any at all - I don’t care. You’re warm and wet and orgasms feel good. Are we going to fuck now? Good. Now shut up; your story is boring.

She was neither the first nor the last. It seems I don’t meet certain emotional needs - go figure. After a while, they all cotton to it, but it’s fun while it lasts. And here's where I differ from you guys the most, I think: All that relationship and woman stuff is fun for me, because the part of me that would feel the pain and/or humiliation of a woman's infidelity or scorn or manipulation or lies is broken, so their bullshit doesn't matter to me. The most perfect angel of a woman and the most low, cunning horror show are of a piece as far as I'm concerned. It's like the left says about how you can't disenfranchise the franchise; you can't disappoint feelings I don't have, or appeal to nonexistent shame. All the tricks some women use are impotent in my case. I don't get jealous or embarrassed or heartbroken. I'd like to, but that shit ain't happening. So I get none of the bad parts - not even the legal or financial obligations, because I wouldn't bother to trust anyone with my things. Of course, then I get only a handful of the good parts. I think I'd like the ones I can't have, but isn't that what everyone thinks of everything they can't have?

Anyway. I have a friend (believe it or not) who thinks I’m incredibly funny. He likes to retell stories of things I’ve done that women find appalling and (some) men find heroic. Like the date I had with a girl who bored me until I was literally hovering an inch from her pussy with my dick, and she opened her mouth to say yet another inane, boring, stupid thing, and it was either she goes away or I punch her in the mouth. So I rolled off and told her to leave. My friend thinks that’s hysterical. He’s not like me, so I doubt he’d have found it so funny if I’d chosen door #2. But like you guys say, you can’t hit people (usually you say women - lots of pent-up desire to hit women around here, not that I’m judging. Just an observation), or the nice folks with the badges and the guns send you to the special place for years of boredom.

I say “boring” and “boredom” a lot. In case you hadn’t guessed, that’s why I’m writing this: I’m bored. Maybe I’m kicking the anthill, or maybe, as my Life Coach said, “that speck of human being drowning in your ugly-ass soul is still fighting to survive”. Either way, I expect I’ll get banned. Come to think of it, you’d probably all hate my guts IRL, because I promote a bunch of that SJW bullshit IRL. That probably sounds bad, given how I am (my LC can’t get her head around it, either), but the truth is, it’s game theory. The most beneficial, selfish move is cooperation. Someone should take care of me when I can’t take care of myself, and I haven’t exactly drummed up a lot of volunteers. If society and/or the state won’t do it, I’ll probably die. So, I ape the proper behaviors, which infuriates my LC, and probably would infuriate a lot of you, too. At least the real SJWs actually believe their bullshit. I just do it for convenience. Sorry. That's a lie; I'm not sorry, but my LC say that's what you say. I don't mean that in a spiteful way. I'm not spiteful. Spite is stupid and boring.

I digress. I’ve been Going (My) Own Way my whole life, is kind of my point. Relationships with women seem pointless and wasteful - the way normal people do it. (Again, not a knock; I’d be one of you if I could.) Why would anyone sign up for the near-certainty of pain and humiliation? There has to be a payoff, right? Sometimes, I think I would give anything to experience the reason everyone keeps banging their heads against that wall. Sometimes, I think I got lucky. But usually the former over the latter. And you guys - you guys are incredible. I read the posts and comments, and it’s just so endlessly interesting. The joy and the anger and the camaraderie, all that energy devoted to finding something meaningful for yourself, the search for fulfillment outside of traditional forms... That last one is the one that gets me. I keep hoping one of you magnificent bastards stumbles onto the answer for me. Sometimes, I think some of you get tantalizingly close to The Truth, even if I couldn’t begin to tell you what The Truth is. I have no idea. That’s why you guys are so fascinating.

Anyway, hi. Best of luck to you guys. I mean that. The more productive members of a stable society there are, the wider and safer the safety net for me. Go make millions, untroubled by women. May this sub last forever. It’s kind of refreshing, writing this. Usually, I have to wait to talk to my Life Coach before I can take off the IRL mask. God bless internet anonymity. I don’t know how people survived before it (okay, that’s a lie; I survived by turning invisible, until this wondrous invention made me anonymous). Imagine what you guys would be like if you couldn’t find each other. Half of you would end up dangling from nooses made of household items. So Go Your Own Way, fellas. I’m rooting for you.

AFAIK,

A Fan