It just freaked me out

I don’t know whether it was the hangover from last night (I got a sudden impulse to walk four kilometers to a pub at about nine yesterday evening and dived into a festive Olde Hag’s Valentine’s Eve with live pub bands, happy folks, etc. BUT I just had an epiphany over the pic in the post below (and a few others I saw on Fifi’s FB page, too). Girls seem to be better at preserving childhood memories than us guys (well, I told you that I lost every single thing that I owned in Finland a few years back over a faulty female decision… photo-albums, personal effects, working equipment, art collection, everything). It was material erasure. You are left with nothing in a foreign country because of a poor life decision and the family of your lover betrays you deeply, against said lover’s promises to the opposite. Promises. You live in railway stations and parks and have not a friend in the land, you are alone… you try handling that for at least two months. And I’ll call you a man.

I’m a low-status person. My mind lives and operates in the abstract so in a sense I am almost “mild autistic” but on the other hand I can be very extroverted and outgoing. But all that regular folks treasure and value, like mortgage bonds, car installments, a corporate job working for and with a bunch of programmable robots and idiots, I don’t. I detest that. So the chances are probably that I hate you, maybe I’m a tad jealous of you too, but I want not for all that stuff that you think will fly you to your Shang-ri-la. Because it’s all false high-status. I’ve seen how “high-status” men shrivel like prunes or shrink into their seats when you assert something to them with an air of complete, unpretentious naturalness and modesty, and that assertion is invariably something of an abstract or metaphorical nature. It might just be an observation or a silly little theory, something with a twist of the philosophical behind it, but “high-statusers” have fragile egos that are easily dented by the natural intellectual, irrespective of how the intellectual appears. No. The shoddier or weirder you appear (and I look both, bad) the more you’ll shake “high-statuser” and the more these A-holes will resent you. The high-statuser spends his life following the herd up the ladder. I am the snake, the serpent in this game.

They might even hate you enough to put a hit on you. Have you ever had people put a hit on you? I have. At least twice that I know of. But I’m still here to tell the tale, and how I handled both those hits makes me feel like a winner, regardless of fucking “high-status”. They’re fucking wankers man. It’s just a pity that women fall for them and their bank accounts because in the old days it was somewhat different, the woman would, through her steadfast support, etc. step in from the ground floor and endure the ride to success with the man, nowadays they want instant success and god help you should you falter or fall because the woman will leave you in an instant. Finding a woman with loyalty is like finding a gem. But most men today are weak fuck ups anyway so it kind of balances out nicely.