I'm beginning to think that Aaron Clarey of Captain Capitalism is right: MGTOW (as a term) is becoming unsalvageable.
He contends that it's been taken over and redefined by extremists and cultists. I've been seeing similar, slowly. Rather sad really. I guess there's always a resistance to seeing what you don't really want to see.
Wake up and see the reality. Even when it hurts somewhat. Like feminism, it's been co-opted by the radicals and fuckin' armchair academics. A level 53 fuckin' theoretical bullshit construct.
When it's really a freedom that you experience.
Not as crazy as me, reading - and posting! - from a motel room up Kaitaia way. That's pretty fuckin' sad too. Brain active, too much...I spent 24 hours up at Cape Reinga. Being quiet.
All the tourists. Funny as hell - they go to places, look at them for twenty minutes, then piss off to the next scenic attraction. "Oh yes, it's very nice. Now let's head off to see the Gumdigger's Sunken Forest." (A real place.)
I sat and watched the day. Mostly grey cloud, a bit of sun, a bit of rain. The local birds (grouse?) came pecking around in clumps. Interesting things happen when you stop and observe and reflect. Animals sometimes seem to view you as another chunk of scenery.
Something that the modern ADHD-addled drongos cannot comprehend.
The odd people you run across. I met an older Man who had painted the Cape Reinga lighthouse. Actually painted it. He was visiting with his (Asian) wife and her sister. He told me of the small town that used to be there, just a few houses and a school. They disappeared when the lighthouse was automated and the area turned into a natural reserve.
He told me of the helicopter pilot who used to go to the other lights on the various rocks and nearby islands. Take a technician out with gear. To impress the tourists, he took off straight up - then suddenly went sideways down over the edge of the hill and over the beach, like he was crashing. Mad bastard. Poor bloody technician was sick - I would be too.
I told him of walking along the beach. Down the hills there, follow the trail. You can only access it at low tide. Don't go too far, it's a long wait when the tide is high. He'd never done that in his life. He was eighty.
His wife called him away to look at something on the other side of the hill/car park. Later, he beeped and waved as they left.
Yes, I'm rambling. It's a part and parcel of experiencing your life. I do a poor job of illustrating, yet I try.
Life is to be experienced. Climb to the top of Te Aroha peak, or Mt Pirongia, or the like. Sit and experience. Drongo tourists show up, chatter, take a couple of selfies, bugger off again.
ADHD. A sad case.
Draw it in.
Breathe it out.