Had ya going there for a bit, didn’t I?
There are four types of long-term memories that men lock into their amygdala amber and take with them to the grave.
- childhood memories
- sex memories
- adulation/victory memories
- first love
A Twatter reader (presumably a pappy) asks “What about kids?” I’d classify kids as both an adulation and victory memory for men, if you can take fathers’ claims about their feelings for their kids at face value.
Why is a man’s first love such a powerful long-term memory formation facilitator? A man’s first love is like his first ejaculation; it may not be his best, but it’s his freshest.
Most men are sincere about their kids
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I think, from observation, the sort of memory that children form is actually a hybrid, depending on the man:
1: Childhood. Reminiscence. Reliving his childhood loves, avoiding his childhood hatreds. At attempt at passing those lessons and memories to his children.
2: Sex. The woman he had the child with, his victory over her. Her previous and, if he is Alpha/Sigma and lucky, continued adoration of him. Her sacrifice of body to his altar. This also seems to tie into first love: if she continues to adore him and bear children for him, she has become another “first”. First mother to his children.
3: Adulation and victory. His success as a reproductive force. If planned, his success at meeting a goal. Every time the children succeed, he is also successful.
In other words, children seem to have the potential to infect every part of a man’s memory. I would assume that many other life-altering things also tread between different types of memory, either influencing previous memories or forming new hybrid ones.
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But as the memories proceed from n=1 to n=2 to n=20 or 40 or 100 or more, the poignancy, the ethereality, the timelessness of it, are lost, and it becomes an act of purposeless rote drudgery. Promiscuity – and especially CHILDLESS promiscuity – destroys the human soul.
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Definitely so. Although for men, having children seems to hold the potential to “rewrite” some of the disillusion brought by promiscuity, provided the woman stays good. His “second first”. For women with promiscuous pasts, childrearing seems to be more of a plaster over a gaping open wound – imagery carefully intended.
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as long as they stay good AND keep their mouths shut about all their past. i have a sister in law and know other women who are proud to brag to others about their promiscuity. sometimes right in front of their husbands. they say things like, well, we all know i’m no prude, or i was definitely a wild child before i met so and so. disgusting.
not doing that and at least pretending you didn’t have half a dozen or more dicks inside you before him…might…make them more tolerable for men who don’t mind used goods.
although i don’t believe you can truly overwrite the damage caused by sluttery. even after having someone’s children. so men who decide to settle down with women like that are intentionally putting blinders on and accepting a poor quality woman because they can’t or don’t want to look for and try to keep a better prospect.
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88, I’m not talking about the damage that promiscuity does to someone’s SMV. I’m talking about the damage that promiscuity does to our SOULS. A woman with a high notch count isn’t a lousy mate because she’s a skank – she’s a lousy mate because every iteration of “n += 1;” causes The Darkness to cast an ever-greater shadow over her heart, and the act of [what ought to be] l0ve-making with a* man becomes ever more callous and prosaic and meaningless.
*I was going to say with “her” man, but after n becomes large enough, she won’t be capable of experiencing a romantic attachment to any particular man.
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i’m in total agreement with you captain.
when i said ‘although i don’t believe you can truly overwrite the damage caused by sluttery.”
i was including all of the damage that causes. to their appearance, attitude, soul, ability to bond, etc.
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widespread promiscuity + children is societal self destruction.
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> “widespread promiscuity + children is societal self destruction” ——— That’s Groidville in a nutshell.
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I’m going to have to say meh on first love. Does that make me bad?
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I’d add the memory of the birth of your first child. Unforgettable.
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In an emotionally scarring way, heh. Watching childbirth was gross.
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yeah, don’t know why women have pushed the idea that men should be in the delivery room right there in the thick of things. it’s cool if you want to be there up by her head to talk to her and comfort her during labor. but being down there in the thick of things and seeing her honey spot in the mess that it’s in during childbirth, is emotionally scarring for a man. all men are better off if they never have to see that.
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my first job at 16 was helping out at my uncle’s septic business. we serviced tanks and grease-traps around lower new york. i fell in one up to my waist at a burger king.
seeing the muck on the floor and wall after my cousin gave birth grossed me out more than that.
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I missed the first birth (was an emergency C-section), but the 2nd was enough to ensure that I’ll be missing any future situations.
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“we serviced tanks and grease-traps around lower new york. i fell in one up to my waist at a burger king.”
Yep, Burger King is a grease-trap. Shame you never got yourself out of it.
“seeing the muck on the floor and wall after my cousin gave birth grossed me out more than that.”
Why, “””uh”””,how dreadful of you! Aren’t you going to tell us what happened to your child?!
lolzozlzolzlzolz
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I don’t remember her face, but I sure remember plenty of other things about her.
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My first ejaculation I thought I’d peed the bed.
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First Love memory highly problematic if it leads to severe one-itis as it often does (especially given so many boys preconditioned with beta attitudes).
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“My first ejaculation I thought I’d peed the bed.”
Ewww there’s a dead fish in my tighty-whities!
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Childhood memories and sex–yes. One and the same, for some of us.
I would add to that list, some memorably fine meals and drunken moments.
First love? It was both awesome and devastating, and I’d rather not think about it now.
Children are way overrated.
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I could see the drunken moments or at least really buzzed ones as falling under the adulation category.
First ejaculation is hilarious only cause I do remember it so well. First gal I certainly do as well
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fuck it, let’s talk about our first time.
mine: older girlfriend (15/18) at a party. in her grandmother’s bed. i was obsessed with kurt cobain, she was with courtney love. both mildly drunk. we sat on bed after kind of dazed by the experience. she’d done it once before with some beta theater kid.
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“Children are way overrated”.
Exactly what your pappy and your bitch mom said after they realized the mistake they made with you.
The fifth-long term memory alpha males lock in is the birth of their prodigy. It is a cemented legacy. Only men who have children comprehend this amygdala appreciation.
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On that note, please let there be a complete digital CH archive before you throw in the pen, complete with comments. To fill the gap on my shelf where I discarded Encyclopedia Britannica.
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If you had gone permanently, Heartiste, I would have been so pissed I would have smashed something against the wall.
I’m counting on knowing you in real life. Someday, you and I will be actual friends.
Legends must co-mingle socially. It is the iron law of the fated universe.
Oh, as for commentary on today’s posting, the correct answer is “it varies greatly.”
You suffer from a strange blindness, Heartiste: an inability to get in the minds of those alien to yourself. I don’t know why this is, you seem to do females all right, and they’re the most alien of all. But when it comes to liberals and the way betas think, you’re fucking clueless. I’ll have to educate you when we get together in Toronto. My treat.
(By the way, do you like coffee or tea? I’m more a of a tea-Lord, myself.)
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This is the new SauceryQueer persona…
oh my…
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This taxonomy of memories demonstrates the shallowness of a life dedicated only to inter-personal conquests. Of course the types of memories listed by CH are significant, but so are those which are completely idiosyncratic. Like the moments 45 years ago when I stood on the eastern edge of the Lake Wales Ridge and saw 130 thousand years into the past a Pamlico sea across which scrub lizards rafted to the Atlantic Ridge. Or when I stood shirtless in December rain for 90 minutes watching a chicken turtle dig a nest and lay its clutch.
Maybe I get pussy so easily because I lived, and live, a life outside your game-oriented box.
[CH: in fairness to your demurral, i also have some profound memories of communing with the natural world. one such was (keeping contextual details slim) refusing to head for cover while on the clock for an outdoor job as a wicked summer storm approached and allowing the warm pellets of rain to assault me and the thunder to boom around me.]
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CH such a gentle application of verbal judo…
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The freshest ejaculation memory is the most recent.
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The Faggot Within can remember it all well….
The dark of his bedroom….
His mother’s smell mixed with her favorite wine and weed…
The febreeze of the carpet…..
the taste of the lube on his lips….
the sound of his screams echoing on the walls…
the tase of his pillow in his mouth….
the inability to sit correctly for three days….
ah, memories.
Faggot Within’s first rape!
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Painful memories endure while pleasant ones are fleeting and ephemeral.
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Not always so. The rose-tinted glasses of the elderly come from a phenomenon where our brains distort memory to make us treasure tradition and life as much as possible. We get better at rewriting our memories and enhancing positive experiences. The switch from cynicism happens eventually. Not everyone becomes Walt Kowalski. Most people become the Joker, with his “multiple choice past”.
http://www.usc.edu/projects/matherlab/pdfs/Mather2012.pdf
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Well I am old and there is no sense of rewriting memories. Even as I lay sated by ForeignBride’s dutiful ministrations I am haunted by life’s numerable shankings and missed opportunities, tempered only by fragmentory recollections of vaginas conquered and impudent faces smashed.
Pass the bottle.
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You need less bottle. Alcohol is a depressant and a mental suppressant. I have seen how it wrecks men’s brains first hand. My father just melted away over the years. He was unhappy whatever he did, even when he was doing well and his kids were behaving and his wife still cared for him. It numbed the part of his brain that could enjoy those things. And they’re so fleeting anyway, you sort of need that part of your brain to be active, to balance out the landslide of rubbish.
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Attempting to drag a man away from his drugs is a cruel act indeed.
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elmer’s right on this point… the memories of victories, even losses, are fleeting. As Kipling put it, treat both those imposters the same.
What haunts is the wrong we have done to others who didn’t truly deserve it, and where we fell short of our duties, no matter how insignificant to the world at large at the time.
Our subconscious’ self-flagellating motto is the paraphrased lament of the Hell’s Angels: when I do right, I barely remember… when I do wrong, I seldom forget.
Pass the bottle, indeed. We, he and I, merely drink to attenuate the pain of prolonged introspection.
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Well put and exactly what I meant to say. I forgive you for calling me a jerkoff on a previous thread.
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I relish the atonement.
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Solid comment, GE. Hit the nail squarely on the head with that one.
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Incredibly detailed visuals of random girls I never got to meet: their long hair, eyes, legs, breasts, shoulders, neck, back, posture, short skirts, tight tops, walking on the beach, curled up in a chair…all while being able to only vaguely remember what my best friends from childhood even look like…
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“so men who decide to settle down with women like that are intentionally putting blinders on and accepting a poor quality woman because they can’t or don’t want to look for and try to keep a better prospect.” ~
Or ‘those men with blinders’ simply realize there are no Unicorns that they “can’t or don’t want to look for and try to keep as a better prospect”… AWALT.
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let me get this straight…
a girl who is slutty, masculine, vulgar, fat, slovenly, etc. is no different or worse than a girl who has had very few or no sexual partners before you, feminine, polite, thin, dresses well and takes the time to look good for you?
sorry man. you’ve got have a screw loose if you believe that.
game isn’t only about learning how to manage the woman you encounter. it’s also about having the ability to choose and keep better quality women.
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to add to that.
i think some of you guys need a refresher on the differences between keepers and non-keepers. not just assessments of hotness but a side by side comparison between two equally hot girls and the traits that make them LTR/girlfriend material VS pump and dumps.
CH could come up something much better than I could but here’s a start:
sweet, upbeat, cheerful disposition VS confrontational, depressed/angry, vulgar, etc.
feminine but modest appearance VS slut clothes and makeup or hair and clothes that look like they’ve just been camping or just rolled out of bed
loves men and babies VS loves women’s causes and cats/dogs
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Having a child is a category unto itself. This is particularly true if you have a son. Almost everything I’ve done and accomplished pales in comparison to my feelings for my son. I suppose you could choose not to take my “claims” about my “feelings” for my son at face value, but, well, with all due respect you’d be wrong.
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“Relying on sad photos of kids to argue immigration policy is the quntessence of estrogen politics.”
Y’all know damn well the one photo that won’t be shown by the ((lugenpresse.))
Day of Rope Rape!
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Never Forget Rape!
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@SSWife
Better live a year like a lion than thirty like a beaten dog
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