What it means to be a man is a pain in the ass. Suicide, rationalism, don’t be a fag.

 

Women tend to still hope for their knight in shining armor to save them, up to the very last second.

Men just want to be wiped from existence. [with a bit of, “THEY’LL UNDERSTAND WHEN THEY FIND ME”]


“Please Understand Me” / “Please Notice Me” underlies so much of it. Oh well, I could go into this.

Yeah; that’s where I identify the problem too: Mistaking “Reason” – a system of attempting “a pathos” (apathetic) logical thinking, with “Reason”, as in “Reasonable” or “Common”, which has a sense of logical/emotional balance to it.

Well, death isn’t the only escape. But it _seems_ to be when one is alone, thinking, believing that one is entirely logical. Suicide is very very easy to rationalize but it’s stopping short of a more complete answer

There’s alternatives.
My “life falls apart” plan is going to a monastery and praying for my supper. Doesn’t matter which one. They’re there. A place to live, not a bad lifestyle. There’s always alternatives. There may be “one society” but there are many subcultures with different sets of rules.

But it’s “we” that gives the system power over us.
They’re not “just labels” – I mean, there’s certainly meaning and feeling behind those words men are called – but at the same time, one can redifine ones-self.


Society doesn’t have all the answers for everybody. But it’s true that there’s an underlying expectation of:

“YOU’RE A MAN AND YOU CAN HANDLE ANYTHING THAT COMES YOUR WAY! WAIT, YOU HAVEN’T SAVED THE PLANET YET, YOU FAG? YOU’RE A SUPERHERO! DID YOU WIPE YOUR ASS WITH YOUR CAPE? QUIT BEING SUCH A WHINY BABY!”

and stuff like that.

Women have better cultural outlets for everyday mental illness. Men have acceptable outlets for rage but few for the other complexities of emotion. I blame 7 years olds. That’s the age where social integration begins and the message “you’re a fag/don’t-be-such-a-GIRL” starts and it’s really hard for a lot of guys to shake that.

Fuck integrity. Overrated. We’re a bunch of lying crybabies like the rest of humanity, except men complain with words and philosophy and politics instead of crying on Mom’s shoulder (or substitute) because “Men Have Integrity”..

No man is an island. But we’re expected to behave as if we are. Hard to shake.

This shit becomes ingrained so deeply within us and becomes such a part of how we identify ourselves that the mere idea of, “Maybe they’re right and I AM full of shit” so shakes us to the foundation of “What It Means To Be A Man” that the cognitive dissosnance can be unbearable.

Or I’m just full of shit too. I just like putting words together.

I still fall into it. I’m a know-it-all – I suspect a lot of us here are know-it-alls. We’re expected to have all the answers, so we research, we study, we become Little Professors and try to make sense of everything, so that we can explain anything to anybody at anytime about anything and have all of the answers.

I don’t mind this role; I kinda like it. I like hearing, “You’re right”.

But then there’s that voice that says, “You know, Ken, you’re full of shit” and, well, I can’t argue with that one either. It’s equally true

I mean, I accept that I have a dose of privilege. I’m 6′ tall, english/irish/whatever decent, I have an awesome beard and I like researching stuff. I fix things and I’m a good listener and I can handle other people’s money well. [not my own, sadly. Well I can handle my own money, I just don’t have the drive to get much :P]

So, I’m expected to know more, be more, do more. I put the pressure on myself. But, can I show the cracks? Nope. Gotta spackle over them. Cope.

“Normality” is a big fraud. Yet, it keeps society flowing to some degree. I just feel for those who crack. I think we’re all on the verge sometimes.

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