You sit there reading some dude’s blog, eyes picking over bullet points and flowcharts and PowerPoints. What the fuck is the matter with people who think like this? None of it sits right with you. In the comments, some douchebag with a low, sloping forehead tosses out a tip/brags to other douchebags. You’re skeptical. No woman is that dumb. Maybe he was at a supprt group for people who used to eat paint chips. Sigh. You scroll through some of his other comments Now you’re disgusted. That dude lacks a shred of decency. He’s got no respect for anyone. Pathological. You’re offended on behalf of women everywhere. Fuck this. Might as well get some sleep.
But some small part of you wonders…
You try out that douchebag’s bullshit one day, on a whim…and something happened! She didn’t drop to her knees and blow you, but you’ve never made a woman smile and bite her lip like that. Shock! The Earth shifts under your feet. Blurry mysteries snap into crisp focus. You hunt down that old post and scroll through the comments until you find the comment. You stare at the username. You imagine that person’s life. You feel slightly apologetic. You’re appreciative. That anonymous person has given you a great gift.
That’s it, the Event Horizon. Ground Zero. It’s never the same afterwords. You know things now.
Every beneficial choice made based on accurate information washes away a bit of that ignorant regret/regret for ignorance you’re carrying around. The icy gutpunches caused by years-old loss come less frequently. The thrill and joy of the hunt returns, bit-by-bit. Possibility and hope gradually displace regret and fear.
If you’re sitting there reading my bullshit, Red Pill sticking in your throat, paralyzed by it’s implications, disgusted by it’s proponents – you’re asking the wrong questions. Pick something small and try it a few times. Quit worrying about what it means – go find out how it works.
Learn the basics, then come back to the Grand Questions.