Trash Talks

So, my car is getting sorted out at the moment. I take a bus to my current-work-to-be - what the hell, why not. The early-morning/late-night walk to the bus stop is good for me.

What do I hear as I'm looking out the bus window? Trash. In the seats behind me. Reminiscing.

I suppose that it's no real surprise. In this part of NZ, trash takes the bus - because it can't afford a car. I won't broadbrush this behavior as the same for the rest of the world (like America) though I think it's likely. Some places will be different of course: in NY or London, trains make good economic sense.

At any rate. Trash. Reminiscing.

About?

Guy: "Remember <someone's> place? That used to be a great party-house."

Instant peg: good-time guy.

Girl: "Darned right, we had lots of fun there!"

Instant peg: good-time girl.

Girl: "The best metal-house I knew as in Wellington."

Instant peg: long-term party girl ("I like to have fun!" in the Plenty Of Whales dating profile).

More blathering. Including, from the girl: "I remember when <someone's> dog ate our hash-cake. The whole damn hash cake. Damn it!"

Instant peg: drug-user culture. Wannabe-criminal-style scum. Probably tatted to shit and back (I couldn't be bothered looking).

This in the back of a bus, talking quite normally, so others could hear it. No problems with the world knowing the type of person you are. Definitely no shame in this pair.

Deliberately advertising it? Somehow I think more likely they're stupid.

These are Omega types as put forth by BoneCrkr. The criminal scum class of society. The "edgy" types that girls supposedly love, love, love.

Maybe the slutty girls. Which seems to be a distressingly large number in these degenerate days.

So I remember the dancers that I used to hang around with. Filled with these types of good-time girls and good-time guys. I was going to go down that route myself, the route of the PUA...then decided "fuck no, not my path, not my way". (Besides, a Man's got to have some standards himself. Especially a businessman.)

They can look classy. They can act classy. They can sound classy. Only time will reveal if they really are classy. Usually it's just sassy, or arse-y.

If you are seriously in the market for a NAWALT/Unicorn, stay alert for the tiniest hint of this type of shit. I don't think much of your chances - however, filtering out that type will stand you in very good stead. No matter what your ultimate purpose. The less headaches your girl(s) give you, the better your life will be.

Leave the garbage girls for the guys with lower standards.
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A note - it's not just low-end criminal scum into drugs. Definitely not. The so-called upper-class does it also.

I know a guy who day-trades currencies. Eight computer screens on a wall, big ones. He's turning 51 years old soon. He's worth I-don't-know-how-many millions these days - used to be over $15 million. He takes various different drugs on a regular basis.

His girlfriend is 37-38 years old. She will be the recipient of an inheritance worth over 50 million pounds (English chick, go figure). She looks a little past it also, for obvious reasons. She also takes various different drugs on a regular basis. I've head her comment, in mixed company while on the town, that she wished she had some E (ecstacy). She wanted to liven up the group, fly in company.

She's also privately had a sneer to me about her currency-trading boyfriend. "I'm worth more than him. I'll eventually inherit over 50 million pounds." With an insufferably smug tone of voice. She owns a business as a dog-groomer and trainer.

How did he and she get together? He said flat-out to her face: "All you have are your looks. And those are going."

Not classy. Either of them.
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You can call me a moralistic prig if you want. Drugs, alcoholism, the party-circuit, that whole scene. That is simply not the way I am.

Partly why I ended up walking away from dancing, from a certain sack-of-shit PUA - from going out entirely, in the end.

Technically some of these things are frowned upon - they're against the law. In these degenerate days, you're looked upon as being a moralistic prig if you don't join in wholeheartedly. Hell, I've been called a square to my face by these types of people.

That's not my path, not my way of life. Though in the end, I'm not really that bothered if someone else goes down that way. Cynically flexible enough to say "go for it if you want, I can't be arsed narc'ing on you - not gonna hang around you while you do it either".

Watching a trainwreck in action only has a short-term interest to me. Once you've seen a few, you can guess the most likely outcome of the rest. Hint: "having a moment of clarity and sobering up and sorting out your life" is not generally in that outcome.

Your choice to determine if you want to hang around the trash. Just take responsibility for yourself and your decisions.

All The Wells Have Been Thoroughly Poisoned

Occasionally I go over and read Donal Graeme - he's a Christian Red Pill blogger who decries Churchianity and brings up some interesting stuff. I should read him more than I do, though I'm both atheist and getting busier these days. Commentor Mindstorm recently pointed me over there to a post:

A Truce ... or Victory?

Some of the comments in there are starkly illustrative of the mindset of people still trying to get men into the game-aka-war going on between the two sexes. Commentor The Shadowed Knight resists this and states:

I am not interested in a truce. I am not interested in a war, either. Women can fight; they want that drama. Every man for himself, and this man is leaving the field. For many of us, any truce will come too late to do much good. This fight left too few decent women standing, and the effort involved in finding them is too much for me. 

The Shadowed Knight

Yes indeed, he strikes right to the core. Too few of worth, too hard to find, forget it. I'm outta here, left the other slaves on the plantation, looking for a nice pleasant fishing-hole to enjoy. Want to join me? Drop your hook over there, maybe you'll get Old Mossy who hides under the tree roots.

Of course, there's the obligatory women-centric types seeming to try and shame the men back into getting involved with them. Some are obviously women, some are a bit harder to tell if it's a feminist-oriented male or someone with other skin in the game. I will quote one female commentor:

This fight left too few decent women standing, and the effort involved in finding them is too much for me. 

Even if you found one that you were convinced is one of the few decent women left, I doubt you’d fight to snap her up. Not just you though; that applies to most men these days, including those that hang around here, despite the fact that it’s hard to find one.

(Donal Graeme did give her a mild earful for coming across as a shaming-attempt. I would not have been so mild.)

People can state what they wish. People lie.

Women, as chameleon, are nothing but lies. ("I'm not like that!" When it's evident in every push-up bra, every drop of scent, every layer of makeup, every piece of slutty revealing clothing, that she is like that. Stop lying, woman.)

This is what these fucking retards never seem to grasp. Women. Faced with overwhelming evidence to the contrary, they think that opening their mouth and saying something means that Men will take it as truth. Whether it's true or not.

Bull.

Shit.

The type of mentality which comes across - as if they're entitled to lie and sincerely expect to get away with it and that men will give them the pussy-pass if they're caught out - is both amazing and disturbing. Female entitlement to the max.

Cory Doctrow once wrote a piece on MetaCrap:

Meta-utopia is a world of reliable metadata. When poisoning the well confers benefits to the poisoners, the meta-waters get awfully toxic in short order.

To paraphrase and apply this maxim to the so-called sexual marketplace:

The sexual marketplace is a world of reliable relationships. When poisoning the sexual marketplace confers benefits to the poisoners, the sexual marketplace gets awfully toxic in short order.

Women have very thoroughly poisoned the sexual marketplace. It has been for their personal short-term gain and not for their family's nor civilization's long-term gain.

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Imagine a caravan of camels going through the desert. The sun burns down, the plodding pace, the feet dragging through the shifting sands. They stop at various oases and wells, trading, getting water, fresh food.

One particular village realizes that caravans are very profitable and poisons a well, luring in caravans. Those who go there die, their carcasses stripped, the bodies hidden away before the next caravan arrives. Several other villages note the prosperity of this village of robbers and decide to emulate them. The mentality spreads to yet other villages. Soon, all of the villages are doing it.

The caravan trade slacks off. Alarmed at the loss of their prosperity, the villagers get together and send out word: "We do not do these things. Come trade with us without risk."

The caravan trade picks up again. Prosperity returns to the villages in the form of more dead caravans, their corpses stripped, their bones hidden away in the endless sands.

Again, the caravan trade slacks off. Some of the villagers, deciding that they're sick of the others actions - even though they personally profited from those actions, perhaps even participated in them - split away and settle new villages.

No caravans arrive.

Surprised, they get together and have a big conflab then send out word: "We are new villages. We have absolutely nothing to do with those filthy robbers of the old villages. You can come trade with us and you will be welcome."

Still no caravans.

All the wells have been thoroughly poisoned - in the minds of the caravan-masters.
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Women seem to be so irrational (or entitled) that they apparently cannot grasp that men are actually rational when it comes to danger. That we see overwhelmingly common behavior. That we realize this behavior is going to be so common that we are most likely going to be subjected to it. (Is this a function of men as hunters, becoming good at recognizing danger in our surrounds and patterns of behavior in things around us?)

Plus, the whole idea of "new villages" reminds me of "born-again virgins".

Plus, the whole idea of so-called Red Pill Women stinks of the poison of personal opportunism.

A woman may not intend at all to follow this behavior.

Feelings change.

Good intentions go out the window.

Emotions take over.

You actually have the nerve to tell me you're not like that? You actually have the chutzpah to tell me you've changed? Cry me a fucking river. Woman, you lie.

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Looks Like Trash

This is brought to mind by seeing a couple of girls in the past day. There was one thing in common between the girls that got my attention immediately:

Torn pants.

One was young-ish (around 20) and wearing torn jeans. You know what I mean - the type which looks like they've been worn so long that they've split horizontally in a couple of places. These days it's actually deliberate cutting-and-fraying, either straight from the manufacturer or done personally.

The other was middle-aged (I'd estimate 28-30) and wearing slashed leggings (or whatever the fuck they call those things these days - yoga pants?). When I say slashed, you know what I mean: they've been deliberately cut across in various places across the leg to expose the skin.

Fashion, how cute.

Reality is, women's standards have fallen so low that what they would have no-way worn 30 years ago - would have thrown out or used for something else - is suddenly an "in" thing to be seen wearing in public. (This must also be a symptom of the sheeplike mind of these types of twats - that there is suddenly an "in" thing at all. Fashion, brainwashing, herdism, bleh.)

Now it's time to look at men - specifically a few of the PUAs around here. Many of them go around looking sloppy, shirt hanging out, etc. The idea is that it makes them look relaxed (stupid as fuck if it's a dress-shirt, however that's my opinion only). Stuff that would never have been tolerated in my day: they'd have been told to tuck it in by all and sundry. Even people who didn't know them.

I look at guys with their pants sagging down around their knees. (Prison-code for "I'm looking for some rear-end action".) Guys who wander around in shorts and jandals in winter. (Yes Peter Jackson, I'm talking about you too. At least you upped your image once Lord of the Rings came out.)

Kids wandering around barefoot in wintertime in the rain while the parents are fat as fuck and bundled up. (Training starts early. Some of them kids don't get fed that well either.) Whole families wandering into a supermarket dressed in slippers and onesies. (Sleep-wear.)

Strangely enough, while it's okay for women to wander into a restaurant or bar wearing a singlet and jandals - it's not okay for a guy to do the same. Howzat for some double-standards. The woman can look fairly slovenly in public without a murmur, the man (still) cannot.

Looks like trash.

Sounds like trash.

Acts like trash.

Fuck me, must be trash! (Of both sexes.)

(This partially inspired by a smoko talk about flax - how it can't be put into the compost heap because it doesn't decompose - how it used to be used in linen - how clothing used to be hard-wearing. Plus noticing these two female slobs. Followed by thinking about guys the same. Funny the mind-chains that evolve.)

Friendzone Redux

From Rollo's post on The Friendzone as Purgatory, the commentary has priceless information and questions.

My own small contribution towards the discussion involves men who drop a woman after a couple of sexual encounters and mutter about being "friends" with them:

"We can’t ever be friends when we use to be lovers…"

What does that mean?

It means that her poor little hamster cannot handle having been tossed on the trash heap of your disregard. Ironic, isn't it.

Truth is painful to receive when you've never been cavalierly discarded like a used condom before. Men get that all the time, so we are hardened to it.

Friendzoning a woman can do all sorts of strange things to her head. Remember to never root through the garbage-heap of failed girlfriends. There's a reason that they're trash.