Trying to swallow that Red Pill, huh? Wandering around the ‘sphere, trying to make sense of it all?
Great! Welcome aboard – my name’s Dogsquat. I wanted to….
No, go ahead. I’ll wait. Catch your breath, dude.
Goddamn. You’re choking like a motherfucker. Veins all standing out on your forehead and shit. Can you breathe? Look, if you puke in here, you’re cleaning it up. I’m off the clock.
Jesus Herbert Walker Christ. Just swallow the fucking Pill already. While we’re still young,Your Majesty, prettyfuckingpleaseandthankyou…
Fine. You just sit there and turn blue like a dipshit. Stop waving your arms all stupid-style and listen:
Once you start contemplating that Pill seriously, you’re in for 6 months or a year of hellish personal introspection…maybe longer, depending on how old you are. It’s going to suck. You’re going to be angry. You’ll get depressed. You’ll hate people you’ve never even talked to. You’ll be disgusted by people you like right now.
Often, when you see or read about Game, you’ll be reminded of some situation long ago when you made exactly the wrong decision. The number of times you’ve left the six-lane Superhighway Of Happiness and took the off-ramp to Misery is staggering. Yep, that was you driving, and yes, you really were that dumb.
It’ll get better, but not in a linear way. There’s a perverse amplification of regret at first – as you learn more and get practice seeing the Red Pill in real life, past mistakes reveal themselves. That’ll happen as you apply what you’ve learned, too. Get a number or a kiss or have three days of super-pervert monkeysex with a girl you like….and feel pretty good…until you think back to that woman you worshiped….and how into you she was….and how obviously you fumblefucked an opportunity for lasting happiness into something horrible…..and you know exactly what you’d do differently now….and you know it would work…
Bittersweet. Every success prompts you to riffle through your past. Bad decisions and failed interactions ache anew. Mysterious behavior by women in your past is now understood, and if only you’d known….
Everybody goes through this to some degree. Smack your palm into your forehead for what might have been. Get drunk and sob until snot runs down your chin for what you had and lost. Hell – punch your steering wheel and scream incoherently in traffic – I did all that shit. Feels good. Get it out of your system.
You know better now. You’re leaning how to detach a bit, to see things clinically. You understand what you can influence, and what is beyond your control. You may get hurt again, but it will not be the raw agony birthed of ignorance.
Take hope in that.