Hitting The Wall at 100mph
In today’s world, The Wall can generally be summed up as the point in time in which a woman sees her value to the opposite sex fall drastically. Of course, this value is primarily derived from a woman’s looks, according to point number six of the ROK community beliefs:
6. A woman’s value is mainly determined by her fertility and beauty. A man’s value is mainly determined by his resources, intellect, and character.
Of course, the wall can also be accelerated, or slowed by offspring, habits such as diet and exercise, and overall pleasantness and femininity. Rollo Tomasi has a great article about The Wall that goes into further detail about these factors.
To this part of the Internet though, The Wall is a badge of pride. When we talk about the women who reject us, string us along, and hurt us to the point where we are forced to reflect upon ourselves, there seems to be a common phrase along the following lines dropped it response:
“Well, wait until SHE hits the wall. She has it coming, the bitch.”
This phrase is nothing but a bitter mask to hide behind ourselves. A way to brace for the rejection, embarrassment, and difficulties of having beautiful women in your life, whether it be a harem or a singlelong-term relationship. Truthfully, it’s nothing but a self-defense mechanism, or hell, a wall, to protect ourselves and our masculinity.
Look, I get it.
It’s hard not to think like that when your 38-year-old, increasingly saggy wife cheats on you with the mailman. You can’t help but think that her best days are long gone, and that in her aging state she’ll never find a new man willing to put up with her shit.
It’s hard not to think like that when the sexy party girl tells you that, “You’re just such a good friend, we could never be together”, then proceeds to take it up the ass backstage from the bass player of a shitty indie band. You can’t help but look forward to the days that the late nights, hard drugs, and countless cocks gobbled on will catch up to her, and leave her a shell of her former self.
I understand, because I’ve been there, done that. I’ve bashed girls I have dated, endlessly, and cackled manically as they gained weight and lost the sexiness that drew them to me in the first place. I have no doubt this will become even more readily apparent as I begin to reach my prime during my 30′s as a male. However, the endless bashing and laughing accomplished nothing for me other than a short-term band-aid, in which I could feel a little better about myself.
I realized it was nothing but a way to protect my fragile ego, because my own inner self and confidence couldn’t handle a woman treating me the way they sometimes did. In a bitter state, such as after being screwed over by a girl, it’s easy to fill with rage and hope that you can channel that energy towards sending a woman head-on into The Wall.
That rage accomplishes nothing.
When placed next to a younger, happier, more vibrant woman, the contrast will be quite literally between night and day.
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Gents- don't wish The Wall upon a woman. It is small-minded and petty. It is unnecessary- if she was a pain in the ass to begin with, the punishment of slamming into The Wall at that kind of speed is going to be in direct proportion to her unpleasantness. It is sad to watch. And most importantly, it is a waste of your time. Spend that time on more productive pursuits- such as the pursuit of younger, tighter, fresher women.