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It's not a popular opinion, but I think a large majority of the discussion about alpha vs. beat, red-pill vs. blue-pill is just mental gymnastics. It's an excuse people use to justify certain behaviors, or it's a way to try and degrade others to make one's self seem superior in some way.

People making sweeping generalizations about others and placing them into one category or another makes it easy for the person doing the sorting to disregard the people they sort, and in a way, it dehumanizes them, which breeds a feeling of superiority because "you're not in the same classification as me".

I find it odd how this is just another form of the same shit we were all dealing with since grade school. So much for maturity.

As far as I can see, the red-pillers are preaching the pick-me dance.

If you do the pick-me dance without being yourself, a few possibilities come to mind.

1) You may alienate an already alienated W ... and she'll pick the other. You lose.

2) You may keep her ... as long as you keep up the pretense. Once you revert to your real self, she may be off and running again. You lose.

3) She may view you as weak for attempting something that's irrelevant - remember, she cheated because of her own issues. You lose.

Besides, honey, they always affair down. If I had cheated with the young Sophia Loren, we'd both be affairing down.

Irrespective of what women want, he best way for a man (or woman) to live by far is

This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.

Frankly, I was attracted to my x-h because his sense of humor matched mine (so we laughed at the same lame shit and it was not embarrassing), good head on his shoulder (lol) and because I always wanted to jump in bed with him. Not because he was "alpha", "beta". This had absolutely no relevance.

Articles like this one makes the B.S feel defective. We "should" be a+, b+, c+.

If only I had been "prettier", "skinnier", an "ingenieer", etc. Alpha male instead of beta. Somebody else instead of me.

Well, I was always me. Shit in maths. Turning into a math genius would not have stop my x-h having an A.

At the end of the day, I am a BS because my x-h lost interest in me, found somebody he could fool with and didn't give me the heads-up.

But I am me.

The Red Pill Destroyed my BIL´s Marriage.