INTRODUCTION

Hello TRP! Long time, no see. It’s been years since I have posted something. Here is a little background of my story. I encountered TRP almost 4 years ago, I was that nice guy that looked at women with the fantasy of being with them, saving them, and being submissive to them. Guess where that put me? Friendzone! I was always getting heartbroken and I didn't know what the hell was my purpose. I was always looking for a satisfaction of finding the perfect girl. I didn't have any hobbies didn't work on myself and wondered why I never succeeded with women. That all changed! The journey is still not over and I am grateful for every decision I have made throughout those years. I'm sure everyone here has encountered the oneitis disease once in their lifetime and if you haven't. You will. Years ago, I would askTRP for advice as to what my actions should be for my oneitis and when the harsh truth was set in stone there was no other thing to do but to shut up, listen, and take action.

TL;DR Overcame orbiting oneitis . Fucked her and ended up getting stuck doing drugs with her. Realized I couldn’t live in a fantasy. Couldn’t save her from her own problems. Left To clean up my life and maintain my dignity

THE TRUTH

I didn't want to feel it or hear about it but the fact that I was so attracted to my oneitis it made me blind not realizing I was buying her things, taking her places and thinking she was the ONE. Ohhhhhh was I dumb! I didn't choose to see the negative sides of her. ex drug addict, never can keep a relationship, didn't give any respect. always used her sexuality to get stuff from me. Well that all changed! something inside of me broke. That chump blue pilled program boy realized that there was no point putting yourself through all that fuckery especially if I wasn't going to be able to get a lay. so, I walked out of her life into my own self improving life. all those emotions just kept flowing killing the beta inside. I had so much anger in myself that I pushed that anger towards a hobby I let go a long time ago. SKATEBOARDING. it was my gym. it was my oasis to forget about women and focus on being that kid who used to skate and inspire others. It changed my life I was happy I was accomplishing goals. personal goals. my idea of a oneitis was gone she didn’t mean anything to me if I had my skateboard and my manhood. I got a job moved in to some new spots in my city and slayed pussy left and right. I personally set my image for myself throughout the years while being generally happy for the man I’ve become.

THE MOMENT OF TRUTH

I feel as if everyone tends to start thinking about revenge when it comes to someone that hurt you. Don’t get me wrong I had those fiery burning sensations thinking to myself one day that I will be able to fuck this girl or at least find someone better to prove I am better. This was not the case. TRP taught me that living a happy life was the best revenge. revenge is for children. And although you like to see that significant person that hurt you feel that pain. it’s still not satisfying. trust me. After years of not interacting with this person. I got sucked in to going back to where she lived due to a mutual friend. I was still growing. I was not ready to go back and I wasn’t chad ready to walk in there and pretend I was ok. There were things going on her life. Her father was diagnosed with cancer and although he didn’t have a lot of time with us. I still didn’t walk in that day. I was nervous. I was anxious .so I told my friends. “Hey, I’m not ready to walk in there. I’m going to stay in the car”. As I lay in the driver seat I knew exactly what was going to happen. I sensed that she was going to try to get me to come inside. That is exactly what she did. She came into my car to use her sexuality and emotions to try and change my mind. I knew I wasn’t ready but that moment defined my strength because I kicked her out my car. She knew I wasn’t going to have her affect my happy life and she wasn’t anybody important in my life. I made her cry. My exact words to her were “My life is so much better with the friends I have. the family that supports me and the life I’ve been given. I don’t need you so I’m just going to forget you were here. All you have to do is leave me alone.” I thought I had won the war. But I know I had lost all emotions. I didn’t feel accomplished. I dint feel great. I felt neutral. I moved on to plenty of other women and opportunities after that that I had completely forgot about her. Life was great because I had views of the future. they were bright and I took everything day by day.

DRUG ADDICTION

Another year passes on and life is great. Partying. Skating. Meeting new women. Banging. Traveling. Playing music. Making more money. I felt like I was doing okay. However there came a point where I realized that drugs were everywhere. my friends always did cocaine. Family members lost in heroin addiction. Best friends addicted to crystal meth. I had taken a step back thinking I was the shit because I was on this high point in life. I was tired of banging girls and realized I was doing too much cocaine but addiction didn’t stop me. Wherever I went. it was there. (Just realizing this now If you’re doing drugs and have a dependency on them. That’s a Blue Pill behavior.)

I didn’t take this into consideration just yet because out of the blue I end up run into my oneitis. AGAIN. She was going through the worst! she had lost her father. Was addicted to cocaine. deep depression and alcohol abuse. Never showed it but you can see it. Let me tell you! As soon as she saw me she wanted to fuck and I knew too but the fact that I could keep a straight face and not even flinch when she took off her jacket to open her bra to show me her tits he first 3 min of walking in. I just said cool and sat back down. She knew she couldn’t get me to budge. She even tried asking me for a ride. But turned her down. wasn’t really trying to fuck that night so I left with the upmost dignity. Until I found myself going back to fuck her and get it over with. This is where I think my Blue pill behavior set in. I continued to bang for another week. buying drugs and alcohol and just losing it. The sex was great we did crazy things in public and I was the real chad for a week or two. The third and final week, However, I had a breakdown. I went back again and just felt that there was something wrong. she still saw me as someone special but her behavior was off. She still gave me kisses and was there but her emotions kicked in that day. I stayed up all night with her doing drugs and getting belligerent with the cocaine. pills. alcohol. Weed. No sex this time because she didn’t feel like it that night. That’s when it hit me she was still depressed over the death of her father. I Was someone who met her father and he was a real great guy. Raised her well except he passed away due to cancer. I was confused. Am I supposed to be there? Or what am I to her? I started overthinking.

At that moment, my body and mind knew that I can’t save her. I can only save myself. That’s exactly what I did. She knew I cared for her as a human being. I mentioned to her that the passing of her father was something hard for everyone and that I understood. I comforted her because I was just about to lay the cold hard truth right in front of her. I gave her that hug and she was crying but she was trying so hard to hold it back. she didn’t even want to listen to me. She had no other option. I said to her “I can’t be here with you. Like this. I’m not going to stay here and watch you dig yourself into a bigger hole. I know that your father’s death was hard but the only way you can overcome it is if you start cleaning up”” I’m leaving for real and I’m not coming back. You don’t deserve this pain and you can’t be my friend until you realize that. I will always care for you but only from a distance until then goodbye.” I gave her one last kiss. She was angry she told me to fuck off. I said “fuck you as a man I’m putting my foot down and I am not apologizing.” Slammed the door and left. This was a critical moment. I didn’t know if I had passed my own life shit test. Or failed the biggest Comfort test. I knew that I did it for the best of myself. Unfortunately, I had to go back and get a couple things. She gave them to me but didn’t want to talk we were pissed but I’m a man and I grabbed her attention by simply stating. This is the last thing I said “I’m leaving to another state to focus on getting clean. I’m addicted and I need help. I generally care for you. I don’t want you to die. I don’t want to die. I want to grow up and see us succeed in life. I can’t do that like this. Goodbye.” (mindful that my body had slept only 3 hours. I was hurt. I was pushing through it somehow) It hurt to do that. I’m still healing from what I’ve been dealt with. only time will tell. I really used to enjoy her company when we were sober and just friends. Now I know this decision was made from the core aspects of TRP. I’m going to quote a good friend of mine

“Those great moments in your life that you’re experiencing with her while using drugs are going to feel 10x as great and exciting and emotional. You’re going to have this great connection. Only remember that when that time comes and reality hits. Those real feelings are going hit you right back 10x as hard.”

THANK YOU TRP! I appreciate this life lesson now.

LESSONS LEARNED - Oneitis Under the Influence Can’t Be Saved.

  • Drug Dependency Is Not RP

  • #10 AVOID THE UNHAPPY AND THE UNLUCKY

  • #5 So Much Depends on Reputation Defend It

  • #16 - Use Absence to Increase Respect and Honor

  • #20 - Do Not Commit to Anyone

  • #28 - Enter Action with Boldness

  • #45 - Preach the Need for Change, but Never Reform too much at Once

  • #48 - Assume Formlessness

  • #36 - Disdain Things you cannot have: Ignoring them is the best Revenge