Dumping My Dream Girl
February 8, 2011
I had just seen the movie, "The Gingerbread Man." The girl in my dream looked like actress Embeth Davidtz (left.)
by Henry Makow Ph.D.
I am proud of a dream I recently had.
I was young again and single. My beautiful girlfriend and I were shopping. I suggested we go back to my apartment. I was feeling loving and wanted to hang out and cuddle. Just be happy together. Sex wasn't an issue.
Shortly after arriving, she says she has to leave.
Thwarted in love. Again.
In the dream, I press her for an explanation. She doesn't have one.
She doesn't want to be with me. I grant her wish. I tell her I'm not interested in games. We're finished. The End.
I wake up and am pleased by my subconscious action.
You see, when I was young, I endured all kinds of misery from my infatuations, patiently overcoming each obstacle thrown in my way. I was the poster child for "needy."
In one instance, a woman who looked like Embeth (above) said she found me "repulsive." If ever there was a cue to tell a woman to f**k off and get out, this was it.
Instead, I ignored the comment and patiently persevered. We ended up living together for almost five years. I could fill another book (in addition to "A Long Way to Go for a Date") with what I endured. Obviously, I was immature and largely responsible for my fate.
I'm 61 now and no longer a player. I've been happily married for ten years.
I only wish I had awakened from this dream sooner.
We talk about being "programmed" by the mass media. Men are receiving the biggest programming of all: the notion that sex and "love" are the key to happiness. We need a woman's love to develop as men. We need to sexually satisfy a woman to prove our masculinity.
We are programmed to seek feminine approval when our own approval is all that matters.
This programming is intensifying. Every time I watch TV, I see dominant women paired with feminized men who are trying to impress the women.
Anyway, I've been there, done that. I have satisfied a few women countless times and I have been satisfied as well. I've matured in the prescribed way.
But I wish I had found a shortcut and downgraded the role of women and sex to its real level of importance, say from 75% to 20%.
I wish I hadn't loved them. Looking back, none was worth it. I have wasted half my life.
Young women are not all that. They are presented as demi-gods by our mental programmers. The mystification of beautiful women, like everything else, is the result of removing God from our lives. As Oscar Wilde said, "women are sphinxes without secrets."
Women are intended to be helpmates, not soul mates. If you can find a soul mate, I salute you.
I'm the biggest defender of heterosexuality, marriage and family. I assume others are more adept than I have been.
Am I bitter? Yes. I am bitter for all the ways my culture has lied to me. Here, I blame Illuminist brainwashing that elevates sexual "relationships" to the negation of everything else. And I blame myself for falling for this garbage.
The average man spends 75% of his energy on it. Many men are ruined by divorce. What if men spent this energy elsewhere? On our work? Our Enlightenment? Our music, hobbies or sports? Our politics?
The social pressure to conform, to seek "a relationship" is overwhelming, (which proves what I am saying.)
Perhaps the real take-away is this:
Men should never look to women to give them self-confidence. If I had had more self-respect when I was younger, and behaved accordingly, perhaps I would have awakened from this sleep much earlier.