Random Thought of the Day:

Red pill awareness has a few layers. At first it was me experiencing some bad shit with a woman, and then checking around (online) to see if I was alone. I was not.

Then I started reading and watching and consuming content. Some better than others, but I learned.

Then I started watching other men post about THEIR experiences - eerily similar to mine. Almost identical in fact. So my experience was not a glitch, it was a common experience. A "feature" if you will.

Then I started seeing WOMEN posting their opinions and perspectives - gleefully bragging about how differently they think, than what I was told growing up. Bragging about high body counts, cheating, breakups, and other disgusting behavior. Even accounting for the possibility of them trolling, getting paid to say that stuff, or just parody, it is still an ocean of truth.

The last step for me was meeting new women and just observing their behavior What used to look like small quirky behaviors, or minor points of contention became MASSIVE red flags and deal breakers.

In other words, a woman's behaviors, when viewed with red pill awareness, became PREDICTIVE of their other behaviors. With just a few red flags, i would tell where things were going.

And it has been nearly 100% bullet proof ever since.

In summary:

1. It starts with a problem that we don't have an answer to (i.e. a 'disorienting dilemma')
2. We search for answers - with others or on our own.
3. We examine our deeply held assumptions and replace those that no longer work for us.
4. We test them out in the field and proceed accordingly

This process is known as "Transformative Learning"

Look it up. You're welcome.

Have a good day.

Anyway, I'm giving Typo all my money. Chad coins and real dollars.

@Vermillion-Rx please delete my account, everything I've ever typed is sheer faggotry

@redpillschool is mega geh and I like it that weh.

I was 45 years old. My favorite post I had ever done on the dot reds, which in turn spawned my favorites thread ever on the dot reds, had somehow gone missing for a couple of years.

I cried out to Shrek, but he left me on read on each attempt.

I cried out to Vermy and RPS on a few occasions. No luck.

Until one day, April 3rd 2025, Vermy restored my meme about @goodmansaysfuckyou's, er, GaryOldman's fucking profane-ass username!

and he invited me to make manbabies!

Excited, i bent him over the table. My massive eshrektion started to penetrate his eagerly awaiting anus.

aren't you going to take our pants off before you begin?

...Vermy inquired eagerly.

nah, I'm just going to bust right through!

...I replied.

As I began the pelvic thrusts (that'll make you insaaa-aa-aaaane), I suddenly smelled a familiar scent. Before I could speak up, Vermy inquired:

hey, do you smell onions?

Suddenly, the door crashed open.

it was Shrek!

eeey, laddies, room for one more?

We eagerly assented. Shrek entered me from behind, with his ogresized eshrektion suddenly steering my more modest one.

The man-ogre-man love caused an event horizon. The world will never be the same.

Shrek is love, and so is Vermy.

Shrek is LIFE, but so is Vermy.

And then, I saw her face. Now. I am, a believer.

Not a trace

Of doubt in my mind