Worth a Thousand Words
A horrifying image that simplifies the current state of society:
Youtube confirms our worst fears, people who play video games are becoming more Alpha than people who rap about guns, money, and hoes.
Notice the extreme reverse polarization of Alpha traits (Theme Alert). We’ve lamented before about how women are becoming more Alpha and guys becoming more beta, but this is just blasphemy.
Break up song for a guy:
Break up song for a girl:
Bruno Mars: Exactly what not to do in a breakup
Beyonce: Exactly what to do in a break up
Why is this such an important point? Most of the articles I have written about post-relationship mortem regard the same principles. The trick is to have you read them over and over again till the concepts get cremated into your heads. So if you have a beta fapshit song like Mars’ and a guy listens to said song over and over again post-breakup, what ideas are circulating in his head? “we’re soul mates,” “call her again,” “miss her,” “you’ll never find someone like that again,” etc. If you listen to this song pre-relationship, you might not even get to that point. Expect a hard LJBF while you’re fapping to Bruno Mars playing in the background. Hope this brings tears to your eyes.
On the other hand, listen to I’m a survivor, and what goes through your head? It has come to the point where you have to listen to one of the hardest power to the pussy artists out there, as a guy, to get motivation for getting over your ex girlfriend. Oh the irony.
A clip that metaphorically represents the grim future I see for later generations:
See that scene where the hobbit grabs his hand because it gets burned? Tolkien was foreshadowing phase 1. Men will be imbued with genes that scorch their fingertips every time they try to fap, granting god like power to pussy. Protein shakes and beer will be spiked with estrogen enhancing supplements. The trend will continue until men are reduced to little midget slaves as a combination of female self-sufficiency, technological innovation, and ultra-neo-feminazism render the sperm, primal ambition, and other masculine attributes obsolete. Likely we’ll be farmed and experimented on for the betterment of humanity womananity. Women will take pride in saying “I am no man” while wielding fancy CEO labeled pens and slaying business deals. The last few Alpha Males will be forced to battle each other to death in giant Amphitheaters for the entertainment of the female swarm. Resistance to the Matrix will be punishable by death. Amused mastery, witty responses, and ignoring women will result in exile from society. Giant womanbots capable of shit testing at 50,000 illogical statements per half-hour will be utilized to purge the system of threats. Or 2012 will strike first. Your pick: death by shit tests or death by apocalypse?
: )
I know you say it’s beta to post smiley’s, but Im’ not texting an HB[insertnumberhere]. I post that because I’m smiling.
It’s actually one thing I never really fucking realized until my last break up, trying to search for break up songs for guys to listen to, that aren’t take me back, why’d you leave, I loved you so much, you were the one for me, I can’t live without you, come back to me, because I love you I had to leave you, nonsense.
I have always listened to one song after a break up, and have bumped this with every girl I’ve had in my car I’ve f*cked regularly. And I’m white.
or if that doesn’t work: http://youtu.be/502Ye9dzaR0
Always makes me smile.
Lyrics, for those of you who won’t listen to it:
It’s the motha fucking X and I’m back on a dope track
And ya gotta listen how to keep a ho stacking
What you got to do to have your bitch clock in
Is put her in a skirt, and sit her on Stockton
Fish-net stocking tied around the thick thigh,
Make her look good to the normal nigga eye
She’ll make a killing even if she ain’t fine,
Cuz a big ass and some titties is a gold mine,
Deuce-nine dollars, a nut, two nuts is 58,
An extra 4 if want the hoe to masturbate,
A blow job is 30 bucks a hit,
But it’s worth it to see the hoe swallow the gooey shit,
And when you’re through she’s coming to see daddy,
Like a O.G., you know me, I’m sitting in a Caddy, kicked back
Looking at the hoe like wow, Bitch your my slave,
What should I make you do now?
You can’t treat a bitch good, you know,
What good is a pimp if he ain’t slapping his hoe?
So niggas, let a bitch know you don’t play,
And say that they gotta price to pay, yeah
I want my motha fucking money
You either pay me or pay me no motha fucking mind
I gotta get it through every motha fucking time nigga
You know what I’m saying
Who’s the motha fucking ho nigga
Bitch give me my motha fucking money when i ask for it bitch
Nigga fuck that stomp that ho nigga uh nigga bitch
I want my money bitch you know what I’m saying, fo sho
(Verse 2)
Who’s the hoe? A bitch named Tammy was the trick,
She gave up the pussy for not one cent,
She didn’t pay me, but fuck it I kept the hoe,
And every night at 6 A.M. I was climbing out her window,
My nigga Neko hit ‘em too,
But I don’t give a fuck cause the nigga’s from the crew,
I can’t lie, I hella liked the bitch,
But like Vamp Dogg said, “Once a bitch, always a bitch”,
So why bother trying to change her,
I’d rather play the role and treat the bitch like a stranger,
The only women I respect,
Is my mother and my sister, disrespect I’ll break yo neck,
It’s hella easy pulling hoes,
Cuz they all on the dick cuz of the daytons and the vogues,
So stupid bitch you gets no play,
We from the gardens and you got a price to pay, yeah,
Like i said, pay me or pay me no motha fucking mind,
If you see me walking through the mall,
Sagging my Levi’s with a motha fucking cellular phone outside,
You know the gold D’s and the vogues and shit,
Don’t even say shit bitch cause you know what i want,
If you ain’t gonna drop the draws don’t even stop and pause,
(Verse 3)
Just by the greedy bitch all you have to do is flash,
A little bit of cash and the question that she asks is
How much money do you make, but if you really listen,
It’s how much money can i take,
Fake niggas don’t know the game though,
They in love with a pretty ass burning ho,
But fucking with me she’ll get a pat on her back,
A tore up pussy and a tic-tac,
Based on the fact she swallowed all the sperm,
The bitch thinks shes getting a free perm,
And a dress and a sweater, get real,
Fucking with me and you’ll be grinning with a happy meal,
And Oprah Winfrey you’ll get your ass whooped,
You better keep fucking with a Cookbook,
You’re intelligent and a black lady but don’t let yo-yo get ya tore up,
And if you think I’m treating you wrong,
Pack your shit and get your monkey ass on,
Go stay with your mama and say,
Them niggas from the gardens don’t play!
Ya ya ya you gotta do the right thing
You gotta do the right thing
And the right thing is to pay me
You could lick me from head to toe
You know what I’m saying a quick blow
Cause I’m from the 4
And you got to give me all your mail
You know what I’m saying
I need a double up you gonna pay for it?
(Verse 4)
The bitch that’s giving up the cash
I know some hoes who will straight up jack your ass
You might go to the mo-mo and get you some
But you waking up broke and feeling dumb
She made you cum then your ass went to sleep
She got your keys and out the door the hoe creep
You got ganked by a sneaky ass bitch
Who’s riding with another nigga fronting your shit
But you had to have the cock that’s what you said
And you thought the hoe was sprung cuz she gave you head
But it was all part of the bitches plot
A big spider web, yo ass got caught
You bought dinner that night, loc
Yeah, red lobster, a big fucking joke
She got fed, ate, and paid quick
And all you got was the short end of the stick
See, niggas just love to buy shit
The hoes cry to make a nigga go for it
Not me, cause see i do it my way,
And every bitch got a price to pay, yeah
ahhaha I love this. Need more songs like this, if anyone has any recommendations. Any genre music.
oh here’s something ridiculous, but you’d have to hear the whole sarcastic album I think to get it, maybe?
Magnetic Fields
http://yt.cl.nr/RYoJ2umOHf0
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Wtf shark do you really think 2012 is true? If so can you post a link to the article or information that supports it. To many fake 2012 shit out their. From Planet X to the Annunaki envading us from nibru. The magnetic poles switchg is the most believable one. I thought so at first but after reading your blog I through it in the same category as religion. Fuck if Shark believes it we really are fucked… THE END IS NIGH
This post was interesting.. I hated Bruno Mar’s since the “Grenade Song” catchy but wtf nothing spells desperation more so. The comparison was flipping Ironic! And the girls face as she rams the sword into him made me ROFLMAO .
Educational and funny!
★★★★★
LOL wat
The question is not serious right?
Anyways the 2012 like in every single shitty crappy doom’s day theory was supposed to happen a few years ago, but since nothign happened(and had no media coverage) they changed the date and said it was a misinterpretation of when it would happen.
Can’t wait till 2013 and see what date will they say the world will end next(for the nth time)
yes, it’s liked he Jehovah Witnesses many highly publicized phailed prophecies of the End of Days since the late 1800′s. And yet, after each year the sheep were to be flocked up to heaven, the chosen one’s found a way to move the date and year further. Even more, they are still coming around and knocking’ on all our doors trying to convince us of the End that is Nigh, [that is it ought to be nigh but never will be because nothing ever began].
I had a dialogue with the JW for about two months once. It began with just one woman, doing her voluntary job, going door to door, and I, being who I am, wanted to have a discussion, and portrayed enough pseudo-interest to get her into talking with me. After three weeks, and her coming with a different person, or multiple people like an army of conversion drones, they would come meet with me once & sometimes twice a week at a time of my choosing.
It culminated with her bringing the leader of her church, as each week I would present her with a series of non-judgmental or offensive questions, but serious inquiries into her faith, and those who she brought to me, and they always left saying they’d have to come back to me with an answer, because they truly, dumbfounded, didn’t know; and the last day I spoke with them, I told them, “I will leave a series of questions on my front door for the next meeting, if you can answer truthfully a single one of them, I will join your church”.
I posted 10 questions, all pertaining to their faith, and their faith’s history. Specifically in one question, detailing the history of their prophecies, asking about their awareness of them, and why if they’d been wrong so many times before, they’d assume the next date would be any different.
They took the handwritten paper with my questions (I watched from my window as they read them, and to my dismay, walked away slumping), and never showed up again.
Point being: doomsday prophecy is like a…distraction, when the going gets tough, when shit hits the fan, why not turn to flights of fancy, or make a buck or two by creating a convincing enough theory, using something that few people understand, like the mayan calendar, or just the Maya in general; stuff’s always meant to lure in those with a vivid imagination, and a lack of, or need/want, for purpose and leadership. Problem is, once the end is no longer nigh, and is passed, a new end will come, one day I’ll be getting rich off of my flock who believe whatever it is I tell them.
But, one could also look at 2012 doomsday as a positive, as it perhaps peaked the publics interest in Mayan culture/history, has opened peoples minds to more metaphorical thinking: i.e., the End of the World is not a physical end, but a spiritual one, a “shift in consciousness”, a “Change in one’s biorhythm”, an “alteration of one’s awareness”, and for those of us my age, basically coincides with the time/age around when one should be changing from the adolescent they were, into the driven human adult they want to become, otherwise they will be “left behind”.
It all depends on how you read into these things.
2012 is like 1999 is like 1566 is like 1388 is like 1001 is like 2 is like 890 B.C.E. is like 2021 will be. Just another number on the calendar system we are currently using.
But, doomsday prophecies can bear a important weight on the psyche of mankind, as without them, we’d have nothing to look forward to. The END has to come in some way, and to focus on all of us dying, rather than ourselves, probably helps some come to terms with the inevitability of our demise.
After all, we die every night, unless we learn to be alive through our dreams, and we are reborn every morning, lest we learn to dream whilst we’re awake. Perhaps.
I predict here, for all to see recorded, the final day of earth will be June 17th, 2022. And unless we join the Galactic Federation of Light, or become ourselves a Father Yod with our own Source Families, or build a Jonestown without kool-aid, but instead, LEMONADE, the end will happen when I predicted, as Abnordechai the Archangel who rules over the Fifth Gate of Heaven, and is commander of the Watchtower of the West, came to me this morning, in a golden garb which flowed like molten lava around his body radiating a warmth and light which quelled all of my insecurities, and whose gait was like that of a Lion the size of an Elephant standing on it’s hind, with wings like a phoenix, and a face so blazoned by white fire that it’s beauty could not be fathomed, holding in one arm a fiery sword which he pointed to me while drawing it vertically toward the heavens, was made to take the object in his left hand (a series of golden tablets which shimmered effervescently beneath the Oak tree in the forest where I was wandering), and in a voice unlike any I’ve heard, sounding of trumpets and a thousand choirs harking, he told me, It is my duty as a Protector of the Covenant to bequeath unto you, as commanded by Him, so as to further your utmost for His Highest, the secret of the Aeon of Ba’alzebooblediantwaard, in these here tablets, read them, and you will Know.”
And he vanished. And the knowledge of the past, the present, the future, it all rushed through me like a holy ghost, filled me with utter milky motherly warmth, and from that moment, this morning, Tuesday, May 1st, 2012, I KNEW by GOD that the end would come June 17th, 2022. As that marks the 2nd coming of the Christ-Beast. And, apparently Mary wasn’t a Virgin. Who would’ve guessed!? And Judas didn’t hang himself, he just spent the gold he got for being a rat on paying a suicidal fool to dress in his garbs and do what he was gonna do anyway, holding a sign written on the finest papyrus of the lands, that read: “I am Judas. So I’m gonna just kill myself before Bartholomew finds out I slept with his bride, in his own chamber, on the night of his wedding, and it was good. And tell Peter I’m sorry for his coming execution, he has it kinda worse than God, cause at least the carpenter got to resurrect. Oh, and one more thing, Lazarus was a well-plotted parlor trick; we spent like a whole week figuring out how to do that one!” And so it was, as it has been, as it will be. Amen. Amun Ra.
GOD, good morning.
What do you think about the smoking of the herbal cannabis, prescribed of course, legally, perhaps…Shark?
Well their was media coverage of 2012
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O7BRKvPnxZA
But I hope you are correct that it is just a doom’s day theory, Like I said in my above comment I think it goes in the same category as religion.
Haha, that clip of Bruno Mars is really painful to listen to! It’s horrible!
The nasty thing is, at least, that is what I experienced, that hearing music can influence your mood massively. I was walking in the shopping street, really pumped up. When I walked past a shop with ‘Bruno-Mars-like-fucking-music-shit’, I could feel it slowly crumbeling my pumped up state. Only by focusing I could shake it off :).
On the other hand, listening to music from the Foo Fighters or Metallica helps me get pumped.
Anyway, thanks for the great information Shark! If you ever need a place to stay in The Netherlands, let me know.
Esen
i usually take muscle building advice from thehogtwins, but shark check this out, FUCKING FUNNY AS FUCK ! hahaha http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bFRbJsaRHF0&feature=relmfu
^^ LOL
good stuff
HAHAHAHA! hilarious shit lol!
idiots don’t get it’s one guy lol
Hey Shark-
Back in December you gave me some advice on how to handle a situation with a girl I was with for 5+ years. I had unknowingly backslid hard thinking that our relationship had the longevity to negate the need for game. I quickly learned soon after your response and reading of ‘The Black Flag’ that you must never stop running game; that you must always maintain your frame.
Anyway, if you want to refer back to my comment to refresh your memory (it was detailed) feel free, but the gist is: I lived with this girl for over 5 years and things were great, gradually it was perceived by her that I was struggling to make a business work when I began asking her to pay for her share of our bills, she began losing attraction for me as a provider and protector, etc. I apologized (looking back I can’t believe some of the things I said), she began sneaking around behind my back and cheating on me, I acted out emotionally and was obviously upset (serious DLV), she moved out, then said she was confused and was considering coming back, I told her there was no chance of revival, she began seeking validation by texting me, and I gave it to her by trying to hang out with her.
This is when I asked you for advice. You basically told me to forget about her, that the relationship has way too much baggage, and once a girl cheats there is no going back because subconsciously she will assume it is acceptable. Truth. So I did my best to keep every thought of her out of my head and it worked as I was able to focus on new chicks and myself. I ignored her weekly texts. Her friend lives in the top floor apartment of my house, so as she realized I was not going to try to get her back, she began coming over to my house more often. She began parking in my typical spot right outside of my front door obviously trying to be seen. This continues week after week. She makes as much noise as she can coming in and out of my house. I hear her asking her friend ‘whose car is that?’ when she notices one of my new girls’ cars outside.
A month later, she hears through a friend that I am hanging out with another girl and she’s taking me out for my birthday that weekend. My ex invites me out for a harmless birthday drink and I accept, thinking that I am going to subtly show her how great my life is (which it was then and is now), and I’m not going to give her an inch. We go out, she is obviously physically attracted to me again (since I have been hitting the gym hard (up 20lbs since October), lots of inappropriate-for-Disney-World type of kino, some nasty talk, whatever… Anyway, we both get sufficiently drunk that I start thinking about bringing her back to my place (she’s an easy 9). She seems totally down with it, but when we get back to my place (her car was there), instead of just leading her inside or offering to show her my new pet marmocet, I ask her if she’s coming in. She tells me she’s really attracted to me but she thinks it’s too soon since we just broke up, she says if she comes in we’re gonna have secks and she’s afraid of what will happen afterwards (doesn’t want to regret her decision, I chose this path and now I’m on it) yada, yada. She says that I’m going to get laid by some girl the next night anyway. After some back and forth, I say ‘whatever’ and get out of the car, knowing that I fucked up. She follows and asks me if I’m mad. I say ‘it’s whatever’. We’re both pretty hammered. She gives me a hug and leaves. I go in the house thinking I lost control of the situation and I’m really pissed at myself. I think about ‘The Black Flag’ and how this bastard Shark is just dead right about this stuff. At that very moment, your words were fully accepted as truth. As a sidenote, I just wanted to plow her, nothing more, as I had and still have a variety of girls at the ready.
She texts me at the crack of dawn the next morning saying ‘Happy B-day’ and I text her back thanks, she texts me back looking for more conversation and I say nothing. She calls me a few weeks later to ask me a stupid question about her car that anyone else could tell her. I brush her off. Unsolicited, she tells me about what’s happening in her life like I should care and I don’t and it’s clear.
A few more weeks go by and it is the end of February. I see her leaving my house early in the morning as I am coming back from a girl’s apartment. She asks me where I’ve been and I just shake my head and tell her she’s not looking so good with a straight face (I meant it). She says her sister just had a baby earlier that morning and she was too wasted to drive to see her. I said ‘that sucks’ and went in the house. She looked at me longingly like I should care; that she could cry.
After that, she stopped coming over to my house to see her friend.
She had been nice and friendly and seemingly hopeful of some type of something between us in the future up until this point, but she texted me a few weeks later that she was coming to take her grill that she told me I could keep (mind you I still have a bunch of random shit of hers in my basement). I told her she could have it when I moved out and she sent me a cunty text which I ignored. I then saw her drive by my house as I was walking to my door about an hour later. She drove by like a creep with some dude in her car and when she saw me she slowed way down like she wanted to turn around and go back the other way. I just grilled her as she drove by and she gave me this super gay embarrassed grin as she passed. I texted her and asked her how old she was. I did not see her again for two months.
This past weekend I saw her boss at a bar and ended up talking to him for a while since we used to be pretty good friends and I hadn’t seen him in 5 months or so. He told me things were the same with ‘the business’ and my ex was still slaving away for them. I told him about my new job and general things about how sweet my life is. I made it a point to insinuate how much money I was making since I knew whatever I said would make it back to my ex. I was with this hot-ass girl that looks similar to her to top it off. Anyway, what do you suppose happened the next day?
I get a text from her straight out of Forgetting Sarah Marshall or something like that: ‘Steve said he saw you the other night (it was last night and this dude probably had just told her) and he said you looked really great and sounded really great. Glad your job is going well!’ I didn’t respond and still haven’t.
Before we broke up, she made it clear that she lost attraction for me because I was not as jacked as I used to be (I ate a vegan diet because of her, jesus), and because she felt insecure about our future in terms of my income-generating abilities, i.e. you have lots of great ideas, but I don’t think you will make any of them work. Now she knows I look good and I have money. I missed her for a month or so and still miss some of the best parts of her, inevitably when I don’t see them in another girl, but for her to leave me when I was down, for her not to believe in me, and cheat on me for fux sake, is all unforgiveable, backsliding or not, and getting back with her has never been an option.
Now she knows for sure that I truly don’t give a shit about her (she KNOWS this or at least her hamster does) and honestly I don’t. You may not believe me but I don’t. I just think she is finally coming to grips with the fact that I will never be a part of her life again and she is realizing what it means to break up almost 6 months later. She knows I’m making a healthy salary and have a business on the side, she sees my new car (it’s not an Accord), she knows there are other girls, and she knows I’m happy without her.
So I’m writing to you to get your opinion partly because I never thanked you for your golden advice months ago, and also because I feel like I owe it to myself since you led me down a path to success when I could have gone down a path of self-destruction or maybe just self-loathing and apathy. Plus you enjoy reading detailed stories, yes?
So what to do, Shark? Is she trying once again to lure me in so she can say ‘ish don’t think so’ again and feel validated? Is she trying to test me to see if I’m really as alpha as she may perceive me to be now? Does she really want to me to join her minions in the friend zone (she already knows being friends is not an option)? Does she want to find out if she still has feelings for me? Does she want to steal my kidneys and sell them? Probably all of the above…
My head tells me to just keep ignoring her, but my gut says ignoring her is the beta route to take. I think that talking to her and dominating her mental faculties through sheer masculine will may solidify my transition and make me feel even more all-powerful. I can tell you honestly that my goals in life include exploring the plethora of women available in the world and in no way do I want to get involved in a soul-sucking relationship with anyone, especially this girl. So respond and dominate or ignore?
I’m aware that just writing this is placing way too much importance on this girl, but you must trust me that the only time I spend thinking about this girl is when I get it shoved in my face by an interloper. This comment is for the education of myself and other readers that are faced with this same dilemma. I feel dirty just writing this. I’m going to the gym.
I think you should just ignore her. Do it for all the people on this blog that have been rejected by women and those women wouldn’t look not even to play with us. She will see you as Alpha and someone she truly can’t have.
P.S.
Do it for us.
Tupac was Alpha.
I understand what you’re saying, but the Matrix is a natural byproduct of social evolution, which accordingly, is just a facet of evolution itself. The fact that it exists at all means that those who believe in it, who pass on the ideology and the genes tailored to the Matrix, are at the pilot’s position of the evolutionary curve. They are best tailored for the current environmental climate. There is no evidence, in history or otherwise, of devolving. And I think we’ve established that Feminism is an evolutionary appendage. So, you can write as much as you want about unplugging the Man, but if social tides bring about neo-feminism regime and women racing Alphas instead of thoroughbreds to see who is best fitted to have their next artificially inseminated baby, then that is a direct reflection of the type of organism best fitted for the environment. Some species don’t need male and female to survive. Asexuality does exist in the natural world. And it is arrogant to assume, because we are human and because we are at the apex of the animal kingdom, that the reproductive dynamic we are familiar with is necessarily the right reproductive dynamic. There is no such thing as right or moral. Only “frame.” And because we are men and because it benefits us to uphold the Alpha dynamic, we believe it a monstrosity for “feminism” to take over. But for Susan B. Anthony, feminism was a progressive social change. Therefore, neo-feminism fits in her frame. Perhaps women are unhappy with Beta backsliders now, but if men become increasingly unnecessary, I guarantee there will breed a crop of women who find submissiveness attractive–if only so they can best live in their environment. Evolution does not fight itself. It adapts. It is adaption itself. So, really, this won’t be the end of the world. It will simply be the end of the world as we have come to understand it. Think of it as a major evolutionary outsourcing. There simply aren’t enough positions for everyone–even if those positions are sexual in nature
Did you ever notice the uncanny similarity between the words “evolution” and “revolution” ?
Ya think maybe there’s a reason for that ?
Shark,
Amazing insights on my previous questions and thank you for relieving me of my guilt from my past actions. I guess it’s still hard for me to fully think and feel truly unplugged, but I’ll get there. And I admit, I really don’t want everyone (maybe those who are worthy tho) to be aware of the current social dynamics, less pussy for me right? It’s true that mounting an attack on overly betatized societies is a task that should be left as plan B for now (understand that my ambition lies not with hatred for existing ideals, but similar to yours, I want to share the feeling of truly being at peace with yourself with others who are willing to take the journey). But yes, I admit that escaping from it seems to be the best option. “The difference between stumbling blocks and stepping stones is how you use them”. Anyway here are some things that I’ve been thinking about for a while:
1. You always hear the sayings brothers over bitches, bros over hoes, and the like. But then like I said, I’m living in a culture that does not appreciate this kind of thinking, well maybe some do. But with my current social circle, it’s hard to find people who are willing to let go of their desires to be with a woman in exchange for their goals or greater things. So I’m asking, is it better for me to go rogue and embark on my mission by myself, without relying on a so called “pack” or should I find one (even if I know, that most of them would still be too hooked on their conditioned thinking)? Sometimes I long for an opportunity to talk to a close friend about these kinds of things, but I fear that I will never find one or that I may not be understood (now I’m not supposed to care, but still it will affect his perception of me in some kind of level and perhaps even think I’m heartless which will then end up bad). What’s your take? Btw for selfish reasons, I just really want to go out with someone I trust, pick up girls, and reminisce of how we could read her every move; like we were always one step ahead.
2. So to have an idea of what a feminist world would be, all we have to do is wake up and look around. So how about a masculine social structure, what would this look like? We say that the more power for men, the more girls we will get. So what happens if this becomes a constant, not anymore a determinant; Everyone has the same power (this is purely an assumption that will never happen; I just want to understand what would then happen to social dynamics), will this mean that instead of having betas who get no girls we will have women that no men want. And if this happens, surely woman would be motivated to do something about this. Will this then trigger the response that they need to step up; basically them having their own sort of game equivalent (now ain’t that a scary thought). And if this does happen, the psycho-social dominance that we use now to covertly exercise our patriarchal power, will it be used by them to somewhat exercise dominance? What do you think?
3. Shark, what exactly do you use to determine a personality of a woman in a matter of minutes or maybe in terms of LTRs too. Like I know we can use her actions, physical characteristics, words, thoughts, etc. to determine what mix of rapport and attraction this girl needs. But it’s still all very vague to me, I guess I’m wondering if there’s an optimal formula that you use to quickly determine this or if we just really have to swing the bat constantly and see if we hit?
To answer # 3 this might help
http://heartiste.wordpress.com/2008/10/14/screening-girls/
did this post a lot. incredible how the progression in rap, from Pac to Wayne, has aided in emasculating one of the more manlier things. now, you listen to some rap artist that doesn’t give a damn, or has artistic integrity, they’re considered “underground,” or you, “have to have the right taste for it.”
ridiculous. betas will even allow themselves to be convinced that the music they hear, shows they watch, or books they read, are wrong because their girl/any girl that speaks to them says so.
Shark what is your recommediation for a good alpha male playlist songs ?
Shark,
Recently I have withdrawn some attention from this girl. After a week or so of not talk/texting this girl, she texts me first through blackberry messenger. We are building what seems to be a very successful relationship (I have passed all of her shit tests). She texts me saying that she is going to use my BBM display picture after I’m done with it, minutes after I changed it. Which seems like a pretty pointless text unless she wants to initiate a conversation, by not seeming so desperate. I then text her:
me: Wanna get me out of class *this being a compliance test*
*She has a spare during this time while I have class*
her: How?
me: You forgot your text book in my locker
her: Loooool, whos your teacher!
me: *Insert teachers name*
her: I’ll send you a text saying i forgot my binder in your locker
me: okie dokie
her: okay end chat
*sends the text saying she forgot her book in my locker*
15 minutes passes
me: Hurry up *insisting that she knocks on the door and gets me out of class so we could spend some time together*
her: Noooo, I’m not coming, show the teacher the message
me: R u dumb
No phones in school
her: Then too bad
R u dumb
me: Fuck you
She then texts me, I hear the notification from my phone but as I open my phone I noticed she has removed me off blackberry messenger. It has been a week and since that day I have not talked/texted her (We have each others real phone numbers). I have not back peddled. I know that I am supposed to go no contact. Question is, any reason for this kind of behavior (period possibly)? And should I have reacted the way I did? I know she is very attracted to me (80%+ attraction), she usually does me favors, much more complex than the one I asked above. She perceives me as very alpha, and even asks me to skip class with her time to time. Basically she is very submissive to me on a regular basis. Secondly, any ideas about going through with this situation or should I just lay back and work on myself until she contacts me?
You were asking ALLOT for the girl, you can’t blame her.
That would be a hell of a compliance test.
When I did this for my boy I was Ify about doing it at first(Mastered now) but for a girl I couldn’t imagine.
Next you should of just played it off when she was like “Noooo, I’m not coming, show the teacher the message” and been like “okie dokie” and asked for a bathroom pass and make it seem like you were gonna take a huge shit and you would be a minute, and hide the bathroom pass like the evil genius you are.
Also I wouldn’t have said “Fuck You” your emotions got the better of you but since you DID say that just don’t backslide and say anything squishy,
Agreed with Chris. The “r u dumb” and “fuck you” at the end is what did it. You can get away with a lot if it’s done with charm/playfulness, but those are phrases that are loaded with negativity/spite/butthurt that leave no room for flirty-interpretation. You should have just teased her with something like “no guts” or my favorite response of “k” and then freeze-out.
Shark can you do a post on how you handle superflirts… Even Roissy failed.
http://heartiste.wordpress.com/2010/07/15/shes-a-superflirt/
Can you shed some light on how you would have did this situation differently?
Every girl I meet wants to save me. They always fail. Not a single one hasn’t come back, and at least I get tail. What do I do? I want a nice girl who can do her shit and res[pect me too, without wanting to fix me.
Do I simply live up to my potential and then the right one will come? And I want her to fucking come. Or is one who’s orbiting me now worth my time, can one actually be the one?
I have fucked up madly, but she keeps giving me chances – the one I want to desire me so baldy for longer than the days I am “myself” without influence. And she loves my cock, I could quote it, screenshot it, .gif it even.
Is it really beta to tell the truth? To tell her, that I love her? In a sincere way, not a gay I love you so much way. But, like: “hey, look I feel this way, and I am doing these things, and thats how it is, and this is how I feel. It doesn’t matter what your reaction is, or your response, but I felt I needed to be honest with you, I think I love you.”
sort of thing
is that really that wrong?
I know it is. But it isn’t. It can work, I know too. But with this chick I dunno. I’ve fucked up so much it’s a miracle she even talks to me.
And that’s so shitty
Why can’t we speak the same fucking language?
Shark, I’ve something to pick with you. Reading this article has just forced my hand with this comment, as it was kind of the last nail in the coffin. It may also help any newcomers to the site, if you do choose to respond…
Excellent material, as always. Compliments aside however, I just wanted to let you know what not only your articles, but what the existence and my learning of the entire PUA world has done to me. How can I put this… I think I’ve been prematurely unplugged. Being a little younger than most hasn’t helped, by the way. Most on the site seem to think it’s a good thing, coming out of the Matrix, but because I’m either intelligent or pragmatic enough to believe you, the epiphanies that have come with the new lenses you’ve given me have also dealt out wave after wave of depressing realisation. I haven’t been genuinely enjoying life since this happened.
Before you jump the gun: I don’t really lack in the game department, and I have read a fair bit of PUA material before (not your book though). I’ve been in a relationship for about a year now, with another LTR before that went for longer, and I don’t find it hard to ‘get’ girls. So for someone that completely (albeit begrudgingly) believes you, and has had the last glimmering hope of ‘true love’ extinguished, how can I go on and be happy?
I understand what you are saying about the harsh reality behind the ‘magic’ of love, but you are insinuating that what you thought of as ‘true love’ is the only thing that made you happy; the only thing you lived for. Focus on your goals and activities that you ‘love’ and in time you will be glad to have taken the red pill.
I now liken my experience to discovering Santa Claus wasn’t real. It was shocking at first because the mystique of how the presents arrived was gone. But after a while, I discovered what the holiday is really supposed to be about (family/hitting retail targets?), I still got the presents, and now just because I understood the mystique does not mean I enjoyed it any less, just in a different way. Follow me?
Ground rules for dating a girl at work? I’ve been consistently teasing and shit, but I fear that I may have overdone it, as she wants to keep it on the DL that we’re seeing each other. No problem there, but she has not been responsive since Sunday where I might have been overzealous. This is the first girl that has evoked some feelings of attachment since my unplugging last summer, and as such, a test of my new frame.
When I told her to come over on Monday night, she said she had other plans whereas she’s usually very receptive to my commands. I just responded “k” and have gone no contact. Problem is that we’re working together on Friday. If she has not broken radio silence by then, I plan on just being happily aloof, being friendly but not paying attention to her.
Also, any thoughts on starting a message board for us to interact with each other?
Second that. I’ve considered asking before. If I haven’t already. I think it would really help and be nice to have a community of us who can track each other’s progress, keep each other in check, etc…
If Shark doesn’t, maybe someone can point me to how to make one myself, like a forum specifically for follower’s of Shark’s blog…
I wouldn’t mind starting one, I just don’t know how to do it.
Also, does anyone know of any good workout routines for someone who is trying to get back into shape? I’m not overweight, I’ve just lost a lot of what was both natural and progressively earned physique. Specifically a routine for someone who is getting sober (drinking). Any suggestions would be great. Dietary as well.
Thanks people, and Shark. And now that drink is gone, no more long rambling comments from me…
Here’s a delicate situation that I wish the Shark to spread some light on:
It’s 10pm on a Friday night. You and your girl have driven far out of town to visit some of HER friends (consisting of two females and one metro-sexual male). Your girlfriend, the little shit-testing devil she is, feels empowered because she’s now with her friends (funny isn’t it?). She then decides to throw a cosmic shit test your way. In front of her friends, she enthusiastically proclaims that you all should go dancing at the hottest, most flaming gay club in town. All of her friends cheerfully agree. You, on the other hand, do not see a night of rubbing up against gay men as “fun”.
Naturally, you decline, suggesting a straight club instead. Nevertheless, she and her friends press for the gay club, laughing and smirking as they realize they have you on the hot seat. “What’s the matter? You’re not afraid of gay men, are you?”
“No,” you reply, “I’m not gay, why would I go to a gay club?”. You look away, feigning aloofness. To concede now would be to surrender your balls to her IN FRONT OF HER FRIENDS, one of the most abject forms of castration known to mankind.
Like in a chess match, you quickly contemplate your options. A delicate situation indeed! For only a man unsure of his own masculinity would be so resistant about partying at a gay club. You want to prove that you are confident and fun, whether among gays or hoes, but you have already cast your position. To backtrack now would be to fail the shit test, betray your own ideals, and spend all night in gay club while your girl and her friends laugh and cheer on gay men with impunity. After all, there’s nothing wrong with her flirting and dancing with gay gays in front of you, right? They are gay, after all.
Your options, as I see it:
1) Refuse to go, ditch them, and head by yourself to a normal club instead. Then again, you may come off as a homophobe, a man unsure of his masculinity, and an overall party pooper/loner.
2) Go ahead with them to the gay club. Then find any women there and hit on them while your girl tries to pull off her antics around the gays.
3) Give her your alpha sith lord death stare and pray you have enough dominance in the relationship to make her pussy quiver and her mind change. ( I wish I had this one )
#3 You can have this one…
Your in a loosing battle thinking you can’t..
I think you can.
I understand what Shark is trying to say… but it’s still cheese dick Bruno Mars and Destinys’ Child B.S gurl powa! Seriously, GTFOOH!
The most alpha music in terms of gonzo sized testiculars comes from the band, Pantera.
The whole ‘Re-inventing the Steel’ album to be exact… inspiration for my career, workouts and a whole new way of kicking the worlds’ ass.
Have this stuff playing the background of your mind and you’ll sure to stop being such a pussy… the world over.
Hail the Kings.