The red pill is a lie. It is obsessed with other people, other people’s perceptions, and other people’s validation. In its attempt to banish the need for validation from women. It is over dramatic and repetitive and shallow.

But it is necessarily dramatic. It acts as a shock, a bucket of ice water. It pulls the plug. It yanks you out and forces you to look at yourself. Suddenly the light turns on the individual, it is no longer someone else’s problem. You are now your own responsibility. You are accountable for yourself. This is the uncomfortable part. It is your fault that women aren’t attracted to you. Other people take offence to the doctrine. But the target audience are most brutally wounded. The injured party is not feminine society, it is the pathetic man reading this realisation; realising he is not the king of his own domain.

What is beyond the red pill? What happened after Neo was unplugged. When he learned the matrix, how to manipulate it. He is still playing the illusion, within this construct. This is the lie. The red pill is still part of that which it attempts to liberate from.

What is beyond, what is post red pill? Do you throw it all off. You stop seeking acknowledgement. You stop looking for vanity, for pride. You live your life. The one which is yours. When they have unplugged, and gone back in with the rules, what are they left with at the end of the world.