If a man doesn't have agency or purpose in life, he becomes depressed and lethargic. Sometimes even suicidal. Just look at what happens to men after they retire from a successful career. Many, at best, go through a funk. Others get angry, irritated, depressed and don't know what to do with themselves. But forget men who are lucky enough to have a "successful" career. Consider young men today.
Most young men today have had the three main ways they can attain agency denied to them:
Career/provider
Husband
Father
And this was done largely at the hands of women (and lefty pansied men) who voted in government to supplant men in these roles.
The economy is shot and offers no employment opportunities (let alone something as idealistic as a "career") as it is no longer focused on the private sector and growth, but rather wealth redistribution and supporting out parasitic classes.
Becoming a husband is becoming impossible as feminism has turned the quality and caliber of women into this.
And without a wife, let alone a career, it's pretty hard to become a father. Oh sure, men will inseminate women. Sure, they'll breed. But they won't raise a child or spend time bringing the child up. Besides, that's now the job of state-run schools and divorce courts.
So there sits about 2 full generations of young men, full of capacity, full of potential, laying idle and twiddling their thumbs. And just as government has supplanted their roles in society, these men have turned to video games, booze, drugs, porn, even crime to replace women's.
But drink all the booze you want and save the princess a million times, in the end your genetic hard-wiring will take over. And no matter how much you fight it, you will get depressed you have no career, you have no family, and you have no future. The environment is hostile to men's nature and it is an uphill battle to find agency and thus happiness.
But may I make a suggestion? It doesn't solve the underlying problem, but does, in a sneaky way, provide men with a substitute for agency.
Start running.
Running is a way to trick your brain into thinking you have agency. In the darkest days of my life I would get up and literally be incapacitated. I could not move. Not because of neural damaged, but every choice, every action I had available to me led nowhere. So why choose any of them. It had no purpose. And so I laid there on the couch, getting up to get food or go to the bathroom occasionally. My frontal lobes knew, however, this was not a viable long term plan. I had to do something, but with no career, no desire to meet girls, and no (at that time) obvious entrepreneurial opportunities, I did the only thing I could do.
I ran.
Not that I hadn't ran before, I always knocked out 3 miles every other day to keep in shape. But now I was running to kill time. And so instead of my short 25 minute run around Lake of the Isles, I was running 10 miles, everyday. I'd return home and for once I felt completely normal. I wasn't sad, I may have even felt like going out that night to an old haunt. But soon the endorphins wore off and I was back to incapacitation.
Time for weights.
Understand at this point in time I was so defeated I also wasn't eating much. I had dropped from 150 pounds to 125. But, add the running and weight lifting, I was ripped. Not an ounce of fat on me. I could bench press 180 pounds and knock out 150 push ups non-stop. But I wasn't lifting weights to get ripped. Matter of fact, I LOATHED lifting weights. It was the "normal" feeling I wanted after. I refused to do anti-depressants and so weights it was.
Sure enough, after an hour or two, I was feeling "normal" again.
Ideally this would last me into the night at which time I would pop two sleeping pills to knock me out to the real world. And sure enough, my internal organs would not fail me, and I would wake up the next day to start the whole miserable process over again.
This lasted about a year, but inevitably things turned around. When a recruiter called me I was drunk and went into a rage, tirading against the banking industry and how I wasn't baby sitting "dumb, mother fucking, middle aged bankers who can't do Excel."
I got the job.
I had self-taught myself salsa and ballroom dancing.
My dance class revenues tripled.
And though I hated every second of lifting weights,
girls were throwing themselves at me.
Then one day (ironically listening to this song of all things-have to get to the 55 second mark) I all of the sudden realized something - I was happy. I had created my own agency despite society's best efforts to deny me any. I was getting up to do things in life, not merely to run.
Since then, of course my running and weight lifting has tanked. I only knock out 6 miles every other day. I lift weights, but only do enough to keep in shape, and my girlfriend is an outstanding cook, nursing me back to 150 pounds. But I will never forget the role running (and lifting) played in my overcoming that depression. Not because it made me feel normal, but because it didn't make sense at the time why it did. But in hindsight I now know why.
Running or any exercise directly stimulates the lizard part of your brain and tricks it into thinking you have a point or purpose in life. When you are exercising your hindbrain is thinking, "We must be doing something productive. We must be hunting mammoth or toiling in the fields. We are being productive. We have agency." which then continues to have your various glands produce various hormones and chemicals that make you feel good. Of course you don't have purpose. YOu don't have agency. And once you stop working out your frontal lobes that are acutely aware of this fact take over, sending you back to Cameron-ville (Ferris Bueller). But for that hour of working out and the two hours after that your brain and body are given the much-needed "normal feeling" you need to get through the worst bouts of depression.
Now, is every Millennial male and young Gen X man in the throes of a crushing depression?
No, of course not.
But they are without agency or purpose, and they are in a hostile environment that will never provide them the opportunity to have those things. This will at minimum put most young men in a funk and lessen their quality of life. But this does not have to be the case. All a young man has to do is start running (or working out). This won't guarantee a job opens up. This won't guarantee a career becomes a possibility. And it certainly won't turn women today into the Sophia Lorens and June Cleavers we demand. But it will, on a subconscious, cave-man level trick you into thinking otherwise and make it much easier to enjoy the decline.
.JPG)
0 comments:
Post a Comment