I too once had my identity tied heavily into theredpill.

You see, theredpill was like a religion to me. I remember spending time talking to my dad for hours on end. My dad was proud when my contributions were recognized. He was proud that I was creating content rather than simply consuming content.

But then one day, I remember talking to him about some other stories I read on theredpill. He had a bored expression on his face and a small scowl took it over when he said "son, I'm tired of hearing that woman hating shit. I don't want to hear their stories, I want to hear your stories."

That's when I realized that I had an unhealthy relationship with theredpill. Women aren't our enemies. This website isn't my life. My identity is more than just something defined by a movie based on a virtual world and a guy who dodges bullets.

My life wasn't defined by my relationship with women, or how I thought of them. My life isn't defined by any of those things.

I want to hold the hand of a girl. I want to enjoy their touch. I want to fall in love and whisper sweet nothings in their ear.

I don't want to hate women. I don't want to change the world at the cost of my happiness. I don't want to sit around and talk shit about others all day or call them faggots or try to be superior to them or flex my intellectual muscles or compare how many books I've read or how much weight I lift. I read enough. I lift enough. I get enough pussy.

I want to live a simple life. A life where I wake up and start the day off with a nice cup of coffee, outside and reading another article about how the world is falling apart while I'm just relaxing on my porch completely insulated from the tribulations of the world. I want to look at my phone and receive a good morning text from my unicorn and I want to receive it with a sense of abundance and ease, like a ray of sunshine through the clouds on a cold day: something I don't really need but it sure does feel good to be hit by.

I see a lot of people here chasing the dragon of being "good enough to roll with the pack" and I'm telling you: if you can't have a beer and laugh, and joke, and be merry with these guys, what's the point? This website isn't real life. The anger and hostility you display trying to prove your point isn't genuine. You wouldn't talk to these people the same way if you were at the bar having a beer with them. They're just men, same as you, trying to navigate life.

The truth is, I feel sorry for gaylubeoil, because he has no life outside of this website. His whole identity is tied up in this website. That's the whole reason he's doing this thing where he's showing us how much we need him for his contributions: TRP is moving in a direction where he is no longer needed.

It sucks, but let his struggle be a lesson: there's more to life than this website. More to life than reading books, and lifting weights. Don't get so caught up trying to crack the code of life that you forget to actually live it.