Originally posted in: Facts vs Feels
You get to a stage in your red pill journey, where any opinions coming out of women’s mouths about love & relationships is no longer encrypted. You begin to notice you now have
An enigma deciphering machine inside your head, translating the female-speak for your own safety and security.
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Like last weekend I overheard my aunt on the phone telling her friend’s 31-year-old daughter,
“Don’t worry honey, someday you’ll meet the right one. When the right one comes along, you wouldn’t have to convince him of anything, you’ll see. He’s out there somewhere.”
But all I heard was,
“Don’t worry honey, someday you’ll meet the right one (who’ll fall for the scam and give up all his freedom and let you climb on for the ride, while you’re still looking out or constantly comparing him with the previous ones who got away; the one whom you can finally blame all your imperfections upon, and force to become your emotional rag, an unwilling participant to all your drama; the one from whom you can squeeze out all the debts and entitlements that society supposedly owes you as a twinkle-toed princess, yes your majesty; the one who will give up all his dreams and hobbies gradually to make your fairy wishes his priority, otherwise there’ld be no peace in his life ). When the right one (who’s stupid enough to let you sink your slow-poison fangs in, to leach off of him and siphon his resources, while you gradually depreciate in sexual market value but at the same time increase in capacity for horseshit, disrespect and liability) comes along, you wouldn’t have to convince him (to believe that prenups don’t mean shit, and no matter what you agree to co-sign, he’ll still be dragged through the courts and child agencies and be lucky if he’s still left with) anything, you’ll see. (We haven’t run out of simps yet,) he’s out there somewhere (your prayin mantis, the clueless motherfu )”
Deciphered!
Next, please.
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