TL;DR. Below are a few changes I’ve experienced after the RPR subsided.

Like many of you swallowing the Red Pill, I experienced many months of anger toward my ex, toward women, toward feminists and their beta lapdogs. I felt significantly betrayed, like all of society was in on a cruel joke that I did not get until my late 30’s. Claws raked inside my chest, impatience festered, and anger and resentment boiled inside of me. All in all, it was an awful season of my life (internally, that is). I had never been so toxic. It wasn’t at all “me,” and I truly feared that state would never subside.

But it did.

Oddly enough, there was no catalyst for this experience. Like a clock striking midnight, my time was up. The wracking waves stilled. My steadfastness and peace returned. There was a leveling of whatever imbalanced scales teetered upon my scarred heart.

Here are the changes that I’ve noticed since the RPR passed.

  • I do not speak with women on social media for romantic purposes (and keep my interaction with other women to a minimum). Outside of female family members, I have no need (and very little desire) to interact with women online.

  • I do not argue, discuss, or debate women on ideological topics. This took me a long time to learn, as I enjoy robust debate around controversial issues. Women, by and large, have very little capacity for logic and reason. Mostly they are blind to their own hypocrisy. Emotions rule them. If the argument feels right, it must be right, regardless of contrarian evidence and (sometimes drastically) overt data. Add on their inherent group bias, and you have an entire gender prone to group-think. It’s rather frightening when one thinks about it.

  • I use female solipsism to my advantage. Most women are perfectly self-absorbed, have their harem of beta orbiters, and are addicted to attention. This allows me to stay under the radar and live a peaceful and rich life. Also, if any woman shows interest in getting to know me, it’s easy as pie to turn the conversation around and get them talking about their world, their life, and their relationships. This allows for a curious anonymity in the midst of dialogue. If I feel pressed, I can always cut the conversation short and be on my way.

  • I also use the feminine desire for the superficial to my advantage. Most women are enthralled with the perception of status and wealth. I drive an older (but nice) car and almost always dress down. I have an unimpressive phone. For the few women who take some time to get to know me, I make it a point to tell them that I work part-time in the field of education. They immediately assume that I’m poor and have no idea of my passive income/net worth.

It’s good to finally arrive at a place where I no longer hate women. I simply understand them. It truly is an odd place to be, honestly. I feel mostly like an observer, like I’m watching a movie where a stupid amount drama is playing out. I’m just watching, eating my popcorn, and will get up and leave whenever I wish.

Nothing about women is mysterious to me anymore, and nothing is surprising. They are how they are, and I will simply go about my brilliant life one day at a time.

I wish the best for you, MGTOW brothers.