I would say that a lot coming out of the MRM can be boiled down to self-agency. Not living your life for anyone else and that goes for women.Altair wrote:And I would say that you did the right thing, and showed her that her actions and decisions have consequences, and that trying to change someone is not the path to a healthy relationship.Mykeru wrote:
(A very nice, detailed and full of win post snipped for brevity)
The baboons would call that "woman hating", I guess. The PUAs would chide me for passing up an opportunity to get some. The Buddha would say the cause of pain is desire and I would say there aren't enough hours in the day to do what I want to do and put up with that.
I would also say that the rest of your post was awesome, and mirrors my own opinions :clap:
Mostly because women will hate you for it no matter what you do.
It works like this: A total loser is a guy who has spent his life trying to make women happy so he can have what he thinks is a normal relationship. You do that, however, and this describes me in my 20s, you end up spending so much time doing that, that you don't do anything else that's interesting. You aren't bringing anything to the table save good intentions. The guy who can honestly take it or leave it, is the one out doing interesting things that are praiseworthy and get noticed.
So the guy who has been trying to please, as if that would be rewarded in and of itself, isn't going to be rewarded for it.
I've been having an interesting experience with how that works with some women. My sister is staying with me temporarily (oh, God, please. Give this woman a job and she will grow the economy in shoe sales alone) while she looks for work in this area. The first thing she did is show up and dictate. However, as she's my sister and I have the dirt on her from way back, that's not been as effective as she thinks. I mean, the dumbest things become an issue. She has allergies the way Rebecca Watson has Prosopagnosia. So the first complaint was the Lysol wipes I keep on the kitchen counter because I was born to spill. Once she hid those, of course, the second complain was the spilled stuff on the counters. We have been having a silent little cold war over the way the toilet paper roll hangs. Nothing is said, but she''ll change it to roll under and I'll switch it to roll over and so it goes.
Of course, one of the defining characteristics of my sister -- loud and demonstrative -- is her inability to shut up. So the last few days I've been working on videos with her a few feet from me. I'm trying to concentrate while, I swear to Christ, she watches "Twilight: Full Moon", and really, she's not 12 years old.
Now, she was disparaging the whole YouTube thing because, well, I'm her younger brother and that goes with the territory, until I put one up the other day. "Hey, you know that video I put up ten minutes ago? Well, 150 views..." refresh, "Oh, I mean 167.." And up and up and comments and likes and referrals and shit.
Then she was impressed.
Which is bizarre because in her own unintentional way, which often requires me to "listen" to her as I go get a cup of coffee, then emerge from the kitchen and announce "Oh, what? Sorry, didn't hear a thing you said", she's demanding attention enough that I and nearly prevented from doing what I do. However, it's the end result, in other people's attention, that she finds noteworthy.
It's fucked, basically.