Affable psychologists and plugged in cucks alike would have you believe that deep down inside, everyone’s default mode of operation is to be “nice” and “caring” toward others. That most people try very hard to genuinely be kind and do their best to play nice unselfishly. When they do fuck up or act on their own self interest, we’re told to give them the “benefit of the doubt.” Surely there’s some circumstance and context that’s missing which proves they really do care about you and everyone else. No, they didn’t do it on purpose. Most people aren’t in it for themselves, they put others first.

This is a ridiculous thing for a man to assume. Despite the village’s supposed morality, the nice people are really in it for themselves like any other asshole. But just like women, they’re really fucking good at justifying it and even better at hiding it.

Take the average guy. Agreeable, humble, and a team player. He defers to conflict and does his best “not to be an asshole.” He treats people with “respect” and believes in meritocracy, he’ll wait his turn eagerly. Otherwise known as blue pillers, these guys are also some of the most selfish delusional idiots you’ll run into in life. Why? Because they’re only playing by the rules in hopes of a future reward. They’re so weak they can’t make risky decisions for themselves and rely on the village’s scraps to survive. Appearing nice and occasionally kind is the only trump card they can play because they’re too afraid to take what’s theirs at the expense of others. These are the same white knights who uphold romantic platitudes not because they care about others but because it’s how they’d like to be treated. Which is exactly why they’re just as selfish as an asshole. Perhaps even more conceited because unlike the asshole who has nothing to hide, they’re scared shitless to admit it.

The weak are the first to jump ship and protect their own asses. Girls? Too much effort, not worth it. Working out? Too much effort, not worth it. Money and talent? Too much effort, not worth it. The funny thing about these is that our society supports guys taking the easy path and being lazy. But you know what? Lazy is the purest form of selfishness. You’re not doing jack shit for anyone but your sorry self. You’d rather embrace personal comfort and mediocrity rather than pain and sacrifice. To me, that’s pretty damn selfish. Society gives these guys a free pass and criticizes successful men for being vain because by doing so, it makes themselves appear less weak. Again, selfish.

The people who appear the nicest are probably the most selfish when push comes to shove. Guy gets promoted over you at work? Fuck the boss, why not me? Dream girl reject you? Fuck her, why not me? Successful people make you mad? Fuck them, why not me? I mean this crap is obvious to anyone who spends time on the internet. The biggest haters and self-promoters aren’t trolls, they’re the average reader. They can’t wait to praise “acts of kindness” and trash “assholery,” never seeing the irony of moralizing the “bad” for their own selfish “good.” Yeah, these guys will “turn the other cheek” at tiny shit but they reveal their arrogant indignation like any woman when their weak egos are exposed to something better.

Women? You already know the score. They’ll masquerade in a dance of bubbly affection until their feelings change or something better comes along. They’re experts are manipulating the concept of kindness to conceal their own interests. When dick is on more demand than fast food and video game streaming, they have no need to play fair because there’s always a new future chump who’ll give her the “benefit of the doubt.”

The average “caring” people in this word aren’t here to cater to your interests. They’re here to cater to theirs. Sure, they’ll do the bare minimum to not offend anyone when people are watching, but when it matters, they’ll choose their weak shitty selves over you in a heartbeat. You can count on it.

This is why you shouldn’t think of these people as model citizens that need to be valued or even respected. They’re the farthest things from compassionate and respectful. They're better examples of key loser traits: fear, laziness, and lack of self-awareness. They’re secretly against you and they’re probably more selfish than you too. They want to fuck, make money, and have successes, except they can’t. Really, they should be seen for what they truly are: a bunch of chumps stuck in a crab barrel who have no reservations clawing the shit out of another if he so dares move an inch higher than them.

Don’t give them the benefit of the doubt. Don’t even waste energy acknowledging their fakeness. Do your own thing, just like they’re doing their own shitty thing. In the end, you’ll be far better off, and they’ll still be playing safe by the rules hoping someone really cool like you eventually comes along and notices them for being the “good” person they try so shamelessly to be.

So own your shit. Do and say what you want. And make no reservations about admitting the only reason why you’re really in this game is strictly for yourself.

If you don’t, you’ll be yet another victim of liberal feminist psychology and stepped on by strong men and manipulative women. You’ll spend your entire life living by ideals that no one truthfully practices and sadly eventually become like everyone else: a nobody loser.

Like many men when they first encountered the red pill, I was hooked.

Suddenly my previous questions about gender dynamics, doubts about masculinity, and confusion about why things “are the way they are” were answered by the teachings and observations of men far wiser than myself.

Just like porn, they were all answered by a few clicks of my keyboard, instantly, and at any time, be it on the bus, right before bed, or after a random rejection.

And as much as it busts my balls today to admit, I wasn’t just hooked, obsessed, or even addicted.

I was in love.

Falling in love is one of man’s greatest risks

Love is both man’s greatest motivator and greatest downfall.

Love will make you do amazing and dumb things.

And love is something you need to guard because being completely emotionally vulnerable is like taking a swipe to your jugular and your balls—at the same time, over and over.

You already know to be weary of completely emotionally loving a woman. You already know TRP doesn’t subscribe to blindly worshipping women with blue-tinted glasses like chumps of yore. And you already know the pickings are slim for “quality women” worthy of any—small or large—amount of our emotionally investment.

Why? Well you already know: You have less options and your perspective is ultimately limited by that pussy you’re attached to. That’s why you need to be incredibly careful where and how you seek emotionally fulfillment—that women shouldn’t be the source of it.

And I’m here to say the same protective mindset can and should be applied to your relationship with the red pill.

It’s impossible to make yourself your mental point of origin if you love something more than yourself

Sure, that love will provide you energy to digest any and every last bit of written red literature and temporarily fuel you with the motivation to continue growing a pair and eventually fuck better women without the blue baggage you painfully carried in the past...

But that obsession over that single love will eventually stunt your masculine availability to continue changing and learning not to “finally achieve” TRP ideals—but for yourself.

Because intensely loving any concept, be it TRP or that idealistic future you see with that “cool” 6.5, is never going to allow you to have the intellectual opportunities, emotional availability, or independent perspective to continue growing as unplugged man.

And it’s impossible to truly live your own mission if you’re reliant on a concept to rule your life

That for as many men who engage with TRP by adopting, challenging, and building upon the wisdom here, there are many who blindly and unknowingly invest the majority of their energy into trying to “be the top-top alpha” or “unravel every last dirty truth about women.”

Both types of men do practice a TRP mindset but the second man can never grow past this stage because he’s too preoccupied with following a mentality that works for others instead of building upon it and creating one for himself.

Indeed, the second man has fully invested long term in a direction not set by himself, which slowly erodes one of the key traits of masculinity: genuinely independence.

All men eventually love but only the foolish will perish from it

I know what you’re thinking.

You’re probably thinking it's pretty hypocritical to be recommending letting go of your loving embrace of TRP but at the same time writing this all in a post to be carefully read and reflected upon in TRP.

I’m not saying to stop reading or learning TRP.

I’m just saying there’s a fine line between using TRP as one of your many personal lens or masculine tools and using the TRP as dogma and your one and only end goal in life.

There may not be more than fucking hot bitches or writing cool red philosophy anymore. The new set of books creates a daunting landscape for men.

But it will only be more daunting and difficult for you to own your life if you’re only living by what you read, instead of living by what you do.

TRP was always about observing and acting upon those observations.

I think for many of us our observation time is up.

We must act.