ginald said:
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quote="TourdeForce24"]As my Norwood recedes I have come to the conclusion that life in of itself is passing me by. Nothing about life stimulates me anymore, and I have no social interests in today's world
. At my job my customers stare at my receding hair line, and I can see them smirking at me. I am a defeated man at 23 years of age. I have a job, but I have no sense of purpose. I do not get any sort of release from anything in life, and I have a difficult time with women. I've stopped working out, I drink all the time, and I have been gaining lots of weight.
Everything I've done in life has failed short of my expectations, and I'm beginning to understand that I am a natural born loser. I never thought I'd ever say that about myself, but it's true. I'm lonely, depressed, and there is certainly not a light at the end of this tunnel.
I miss the days of my life when I was carefree and happy and had all the self confidence in the world. It was easy to love life with a beautiful girl at your side, a full head of hair, and a true sense of accomplishment. Then my depression set in and I've never truly recovered. Sometimes I wonder why I was ever born at all.
oh dear, dear me.
having to live in a 24/7 society where you havent got the latest designer trainers or heard the new hot cd or got a full head of hair.
you live in a consumer society whose values have got distorted by big business, ruled by self serving politicians and blonde bimbo temptresses luring you to a sexual frenzy from every billboard or centrepage spread of tabloid junk.
it's all crap, t de f.
try to see it for what it is.
shallow bunkum....you're in the matrix and you have been given the opportunity to see it for what it is....if you have the courage you can escape.
spiritual fulfillment is the path to take...when you're ready, you'll know[/quote]
You are definitely right, and I wish I could change the way we live today somehow. If I were financially independent I would seriously find an isolated place to live to escape the way our society is today. This will probably occur by the time I am in my 60's and it simply won't matter anymore.
Living in a consumer-based society is a heavy burden, and there is an enormous amount of pressure to confrom to a pre-established set of parameters. It just seems to get worse everyday, with girls my own age blatantly recently rejecting me because, according to them, "You have a receding hairline." It's not as if the girls were absolute stunners themselves either. I just don't seem to know where to find girls that I can relate to anymore, with most of the females in my area being overly concerned with the superficial. That is to be expected living near one of the top 5 biggest cities in the U.S., but it is not something that I particularly relish.
What gets me is that you see so many beautiful young women with absolute morons who have perfect hairlines and a "macho" car or something to that effect but they clearly don't the difference between sh*t and shimola. The whole process is just sickening and draining. But I've come to the conclusion that I will not let it get me down ever again. With the proceeds of my recently acquired job I'm going to join in on the consumer society party, but I will not let it consume me. I will simply do what I must in order to satisfy a man's primal urges. I'll be able to stand back and look at it all with a discerning eye, and I'll take advantage of the gullible b****s who embrace the modern consumer lifestyle. By not completely buying into the bull I will have the upper hand. I've come to the realization that women are for pleasure, and I won't let one get me down again. I intend to play as many women as possible and reverse the tables on them and their twisted little games. It will be my own method of revenge for all of the times I let myself be beaten down emotionally by a cruel b**ch. Ideally I wish I wouldn't have to resort to this, but I have little choice. The decision is a simple one. Should I spend the rest of the days of my prime with one mediocre woman who will eventually pound my manhood into submission? Or should I spend the next decade playing beautiful women who think they are cashing in on someone with cash?
I was at the mall today, and I saw a young man with his wife and two children running all around. He was pushing a stroller and looked at me strutting through the mall confident and free---he shot me a look of desperation and envy. You could see the emotion beneath his eyes. It was as if his confinement behind the stroller was a symbol of the prison that he made for himself with a wife who will probably take all of his cash and dignity within the next ten years. Then where will he be? Broke and without a future, that's where.
That's not going to happen to me. I believe all men should take a step back and take a hard look at the kind of life that modern society tells you is good for you. There's a reason why we work in offices with cubicles complete with the long hours confining you in them. Corporate minds and the greed that fuels them long ago decided that this was the way to keep the masses in check. They force-feed us politically correct thoughts and poison our minds from a young age with fear. Be warriors and champions, men. Don't let them take away your balls.
