Thursday, September 17, 2015

What's the Point?

It's simultaneously hilarious and depressing how most people act nowadays. Brothers stabbing each other in the back for some easy trim, without even warning the dude that their chick is a sloppy slut. Chicks playing 5 guys at the same time, fucking 3 of them, and still looking for more side dick....without their boyfriend ever knowing. She's texting the poor bastard "I miss you so much :^p" minutes before Chad shows up with wine coolers and no condoms. Then one of these side guys plays the bitch and ditches her, and she'll go on to say "all men are jerks." Well....maybe you shouldn't have tried ALL MEN and just stuck to one.
 
What is the point of a relationship nowadays? No one has any loyalty. No one has any mutual respect for each other. We are the generation of "ME, ME, ME!" Once the honeymoon phase of the relationship is over, the man becomes too complacent...he becomes too comfortable and relaxed - poor bastard doesn't realize the nature of modern day women pertain to ALL women. So the guy stops courting her, thinking the battle is over.....he's won! He's earned her love and now he doesn't have to try as hard to keep her entertained and stimulated 24/7. Right? RIGHT? WRONG.

All the while
the woman becomes bored and restless. She wants a life like her favorite drama shows. She wants to be the center of attention, and not just her boyfriends attention but attention when she goes out in public...on her social media accounts...with the half dozen likes on each selfie she posts, complete with a thousand eye slut stare that has the tiniest glimmer of sadness and regret. Not being courted any longer, she'll start entertaining thoughts of other men, and begin to emotionally cheat - and often - through text, Facebook, Snapchat, Whats App, KIK, and more.

Snapchat...are you fucking kidding me with that shit? A texting app that automatically deletes all messages in a 24 hour period of time? Fellas, if your girl has snapchat I highly suggest you reevaluate just how much you care about her. Because that is the shadiest fucking app I've ever heard of. It's basically invented for the purpose of facilitating cheating and infidelity.

So the relationship continues - the guy is like a pig in shit, happy to finally have a woman he actually cares about stick around beyond the first 4 to 10 casual bangs as he's accustomed to, not even realizing she's growing more bored and distant by the day, the feminist propaganda subconsciously ingrained into her brain - "You gotta play the field, girl! What has he done for you lately?" Then things start getting rough with money, or his car breaks down, or any other miscellaneous bullshit called - read it - LIFE - happens, and now her interest plummets. The mans stocks in her vagina take a nasty nose dive, and all those guys she constantly leads on and flirts with now look like viable options...more viable options, at least. Because they've always been at the back of her mind as backup plans.

As Chris Rock once said, her male friends are dicks in glass cases. "In case of emergency, break glass." Hell, half the time there doesn't even need to be an emergency beyond a casual mood swing, and the glass is broken and the cock is balls deep down the bitches throat while her boyfriend sits at home playing Xbox. He's satisfied with his hobby, a harmless video game....and she's satisfied with her hobby, taking dick.
  
Eventually the man will become suspicious, or better yet, he'll start to acknowledge the suspicions he's had all along. "Shit....is my potential housewife an actual whore? This equation doesn't add up." No sir, it does not add up. Chicks don't just punch in their whore time card, they don't just turn in their gun and slut badge and move on as decent human beings. She'll always be a slut, so long as her body stays tight and face stays pretty. She'll always seek validation through sex. She'll always equate her self-worth by how much attention men are giving her, both superficially, orally, vaginally, and anally. So now the rose tinted glasses are starting to crack and all the flags that blended in to the superficial relationship are showing their true colors - red. Red flags, as far as the eye can see! And the guy begrudgingly clings to the relationship, scared to go back to masturbating into his sheets pining for the touch of another human, afraid of the lonely hours swiping on Tinder.
 
Eventually shit will hit the fan. Something will set one or both of the people in the relationship off, and more often than not the woman will end it. The real pieces of shit will suggest a break. What the fuck is a break in a relationship? Just because you remove the word "up" from "break up" doesn't make a "break" anything other than a "break up." When a woman asks for a BREAK, what they're really saying is:

"There's someone else I've been meaning to fuck for a while. You know, that guy that texts me at 3 AM? I tell you he's just a friend, but you've always been suspicious? Well he's been emotionally supporting me all this time I've been putting distance between us and now I want to go fuck him for a week or two. But when and if that runs it's course I want a backup plan. I know, I know, we've been dating for a year and a half and I should, in theory, actually have honest and true feelings about you, but the fleeting emotional states and mood swings of my womanhood constantly put the honesty and truth of our relationship into compromise. I said I can't picture myself with anyone else, and less than a half hour later Chad was hitting me up, and it started making me think....I can be with someone else. Him. Today. After I fuck you over." 

If you take a break, you're a fucking idiot. The second she stops crying long enough to pick up her cell phone she has 10 to 15 dudes or more ready to pounce, offering her comfort and attention in the hopes of taking advantage of her vulnerable state of mind and smashing her out. Hell, some of them might have already been smashing her out while she was still in a relationship. 100% of women have a "side guy," either to fuck when things go awry or to fuck when their boyfriend is at work. Hell, most of them have a variety of fall back options. Because a woman is only as loyal as her options dictate. And in this day and age of fast, easy, loose validation and social media bullshit, getting laid for women is as easy as shooting dicks in a barrel.

So you break things off, and the second you do this, the female is rushing to the next dick, hitting up your friends to spite you, posting attention seeking bullshit on Facebook in hopes of landing more dick. The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else? Keep telling yourself that, sister. That's just an excuse to fuck all the dudes you had on backup and were planning to smash the second your ex boyfriends bank account dried up. And then after she takes another spin (or 20) on the cock carousel, she has the audacity to come crawling back like a worm, a humorless slug. She's run through a half dozen cocks in her post-breakup haze, and now she feels used...she wants to get that emotional connection going again. So the ex she fucked over, emotionally (and probably physically) cheated on, is now back in her rotation - or at least, that's what she wants.

The funny thing is, the guy hasn't been getting laid. He's been wallowing in self-pity and hatred, wondering where he went wrong, what he said, what he did to drive her away. Well, buddy, I got news for ya...you were too nice. You treated her like a human being, when she wanted to be treated like a cum rag. You wifed up a slam pig and expected her to be faithful, and had the best of intentions...but it was never meant to be. She probably used her twisted, sociopathic woman logic to make YOU feel guilty too. Telling you you're paranoid, delusional, that you don't trust her. And all the while she's emotionally connecting to a half dozen other guys, even starting dialogue with NEW guys, giving you every reason to be paranoid and suspicious. But it's all YOUR fault, broh. You're supposed to keep her happy! Happy wife, happy life, right? The only problem there is a happy wife is usually happy because she's getting dicked down on the side while her husband slaves away to provide for his family.

They all come crawling back, and it's always with this false innocence. Lying about what they've been up to. "I never go out anymore! I just sit at home." Bullshit. You wanted to take a break so that you could sit in your room all the time? How about being a decent human being and telling the fucking truth for once? JUST FOR ONCE....being honest. To the person who sacrificed his social life, money, and time to make YOU happy. To ensure that your relationship together would last. And here she comes, crawling back without even a sliver of guilt or remorse for all the shitty, fucked up things she's done towards the end of the relationship, or all the nasty perverted sexual acts she committed two hours after the relationship and every day afterwards for the two months you sacked up and stayed no contact.

So you let her back into your life. You bring up a mutual friend.... "That guy is a scumbag." Great, glad you think so, honey, because that basically translates to "Ya...he fucked and chucked me. Like minutes after you dropped me off when we broke up." Things will seem good if you take her back, even as just a fuck bud to get your nut off and cuddle with occasionally. But it all comes crumbling down in one of two ways. One way is when the girl has the gall to say "You're just using me for sex!" So it's all right for women to use men for money, entertainment, attention, validation, and social status, but when a man wants to be friends and fuck a lot, all the sudden he's just using you for your body?

The other way it comes crumbling down is when you find out about her fucking someone else...or even worse...finding out about ALL the other people she's fucking. The fucked up thing is, the man wouldn't give a shit she's having sex with other people, so long as they aren't his friends, if she was just honest. But the girl always needs to put a different spin on it, lie about what she's been up to. "I've just been sitting at my house, bored" translates to "I've been having guys make house calls for the past two months and got tired of feeling like a used up whore so I was hoping to rekindle something with you, given the fact you actually were stupid enough to care about me or take me seriously."

If you feel like you're being "used for sex" perhaps you should have something MORE to offer beyond sex.

Maybe learn how to cook and clean...I know the bullshit feminist arguments cry out against women having ANY responsibility beyond fucking men over and stealing half their shit in divorce, and I know they claim cooking and cleaning is somehow degrading for a woman to learn....how misogynistic of me to suggest women take responsibility in a relationship....but what the fuck else are you gonna do? Chop the wood outside? Pay the bills? Pay for yourself on dates? Don't make me laugh, you entitled cunts ain't gonna do any of that shit...because you don't need to. You can drop everything in life, find a male to fuck, work your charm and become a leech sucking all the happiness, charisma, and money from the poor bastard until you leave him as a hollow shell and move on to your next prey.

Relationships are a big cluster fuck of emotions where the instant one of the parties shows too much interest or is too nice, the other immediately recoils back and self-destructs the entire thing. And despite mainstream media constantly painting men out to be the assholes, it's quite the contrary....women, by and large, initiate the breakups, initiate the divorces, flirt with guys on the side and act naive enough to believe platonic friendship can exist between two people who find each other attractive. "Oh don't worry about him." (Sub-clause: YET) The second something goes wrong, who do you think is gonna be swooping in like a fucking vulture, offering her a shoulder to cry on and lap to weep into? That guy "FRIEND" who masturbates furiously to the thought of fucking her every second Thursday and third full moon.

And playing dumb...gotta love that. You catch a woman in her lies, you have the EVIDENCE of them being shady and overall a shitty person / friend / lover, and they try to turn it back around on you, try to somehow explain it's YOUR fault they strayed because "you weren't giving me enough attention" or "I was lonely." So instead of entertaining yourself when you're bored, finding a hobby (LIKE COOKING FOR FUCKS SAKE) or even exercising, your go to mode is "Hey, lets fish for attention on social media." Getting dicked down left and right by every dude willing to smash, then lying to the poor bastard who thinks of you as a special flower. You tell him you just sit bored in your room like Princess Rapunzel or some shit, but meanwhile you're getting railed by some guy who's cheating on his girlfriend and the mother of his three children yelling "FUCK THAT ASS HARDER, STEVE!" like some sort of deranged porn star trying to fill the void of her dads validation with as much cock in as many orifices as she can handle in her weekly quota.

This generation fucking sucks. No loyalty, no honesty. The more honest you are the more you get shit on. And the assholes who throw on a fake smile and pretend to be everyone's friends, that insincere optimism, that self-centered narcissism, preying on women with the promise of drugs and alcohol...they're celebrated by the dumb and loathed by the honest. On and on it goes, a generation cast aside, decaying with rampant political correctness, dishonesty, and forced "social justice" campaigns.

So basically, what's the point?

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