The Paradoxical Disappointment of Events you Fully Expect

Sometimes I think about immortality. In movies, people envy immortal characters. That’s because they don’t know what immortality on this corrupt earth would be like. Think how bored you would get, seeing the same predictable things happen over and over. The older you get, unless you’re stupid, the more predictable other people become.

It’s barely past 9:30 a.m., and my peace has already been disrupted by the lady in Kenya. As I predicted, she sent me three more emails. She is not giving up.

Al Bundy said this: “Don’t try to understand women. Women understand women, and they hate each other.” Psychologists actually agree with Al to a great extent. You can look that up. I did. I’m sure they blame men, but I didn’t read enough to find out, because psychologists are fools.

Anyway, I don’t believe women are that hard to understand. You just have to discard everything feminism says and look to the past. Also, believe what experience and your own eyes tell you, no matter how disturbing it is. You have to be willing to discard the fatuous modern characterization of women as enlightened martyrs and teachers and accept the obvious negatives along with the positives.

I knew this lady would not give up.

I don’t think she has been reading my emails. I think she just thinks of them as prompts that motivate her to respond with her own unrelated thoughts she learned from other men. Preachers, I mean. Pulpit pimps who would gladly see her die in the street with her savings in their corporate accounts.

She believes Jesus warned her about people like me, who will harm the church by going after the “anointed,” meaning famous preachers. At the same time, she is trying desperately to change me so she can marry me. In my last post, I said women were better at cognitive dissonance than men. Now you see your proof.

“I belong to God.” “I must have a godly man.” “I believe you are the enemy of the church.” “I want to marry you.”

You can’t make those things fit together.

“I believe in submitting to my husband.” “I believe the man has to be the leader and priest of the house.” “I will tell you my doctrine and correct yours, and then we can get married.”

??????

In her latest round of emails, she said I was speaking doctrine I had learned somewhere, and that she was speaking the truth from the Bible. The exact opposite is true.

She seems to think I come from some weird denomination that taught me what I know. The truth is that I come from her own denomination. I come from the Mammon denomination. I used to believe the TV stars she believes. I rejected their nonsense. She, on the other hand, teaches it as though it were God’s word, using cherry-picked scriptures the TV stars have turned into weapons to defend greed and human trafficking.

I told her some brutal truths.

I said women get attached and fall in love too fast. I asked her why she would have anything to do with a man she thought was part of a Satanic attack on the holy men of TV. I didn’t call them “holy men of TV.” I said “the church.” I said I was not the person she thought I was, but nonetheless, it asked why she would want that kind of person.

I said women let emotion make them work to make unsuitable men fit into their wedding-picture dreams, more or less.

I also told her I was not in love with her. I said I was not trying to win her over. I said there were over three billion women on the planet, and if God wanted me to have one, he would make it happen. I said I didn’t care if I died alone as long as I had him. I said I just wanted to give her helpful advice. Optimistic, I know. It borders on a violation of my principles. I will not keep it up, barring a highly unlikely turn of events.

I said it looked like there was no hope for us, although only God knew.

This is leadership. Betas don’t say things like this. It’s not what I would have said when I was 15, but then my father was not a father. I had no one to teach me, unless teaching me error counts. I was raised like a ghetto child, apart from the nice house and good food.

I was saying these things to a wonderful, attractive Christian woman I liked. A woman who seemed like a rarity. I am talking to a bunch of women, and none come close to equaling her.

I don’t care. I’m not desperate. Cognitive dissonance isn’t for me. I saw the good, I saw the bad, and I acknowledged both. There are some things you don’t do, if you want a happy life. You don’t marry a musician or a Muslim. You don’t buy a time share. You don’t get tattoos. You never take your first dose of heroin. You don’t trade peace for companionship.

Based on what I know of women, I expect to hear from her again. My guess is that she will pray God changes me and makes me what she wants. Maybe she’ll get friends to pray for our marriage. If so, it’s because she listens to morons and pimps who haven’t taught her that God doesn’t violate free will. I have started cursing their efforts to delude her.

She will eventually give up on me, because the one thing I can’t stand is manipulation. I am not going to end up like Adam, the world’s first beta, just because I wake up alone every morning.

Men are much happier alone than women. Being single drives women nuts. They base their self-worth on their marital status. Women are little girls, and little girls crave daddy’s attention. That sounds awful, but it’s true. I do not need mommy’s attention in order to feel valid.

Life is like Let’s Make a Deal. If you turn down the booby prize, it should mean you get the grand prize later. I’m not suggesting this lady is a booby prize. Just that she is not the grand prize. Is the grand prize a wife or just a life without the wrong woman? That’s the question.

I’m going to have my peace. I’m not going to spend the next week getting up and responding to this woman’s emails. I pray for her, but this distraction will not be permitted to persist. When God shows you a landmine, and you step on it anyway, it’s rebellion, and God may be very slow to rescue you.