Post Traumatic Loneliness

  Every morning I wake up with my dick hard as a rock. Come to think about it an alarm clock isn't needed, all I got to do is look in front of me and see a little man staring at me. Seeing nobody on my left or right of me taking care of this issue ultimately depends on me. This is not post traumatic, it's just a fact of life.

  In the west being a man could be pure hell. Thanks to the constitution and the freedom of speech people have their favorites. All one must do is turn on the TV or scroll through a magazine to figure this out. It has been often said that there's two things a person needs to be successful: Swag and Substance. Substance always brings you far, but swag could bring you close. Of course this is suppose to be the true tale of nature.

  Unfortunately, the man with the most swag wins at everything in life, even when it goes to finding the right woman.

  Let's take two types of men and try to compare and contrast. On your left we have a guy who loves to wear the latest brands, drives a good car, puts on a persona, and could be a bit insecure. To our right we have a guy who works two jobs, helps take care of his younger siblings, uses public transportation, and goes to trade school. Although he doesn't wear name brands (or could afford it) he still appreciates what he has. My question to you is who will a woman in today's society run after? Whoever voted for the guy on the left is correct. Women in the west have been taught through our media that "swaggish" possessions equals power. When we hear/or think about the concept of rejection we look at it from a depressive place. However, the hard knock truth is that rejection is a major part of life.

  Knowing this, feeling this, and seeing this a man with substance is forced into a state of post traumatic loneliness. As we all should know at this point swag could help a man, but I'm no fan of having it. If you could have both swag and substance and be loved and admired you have another thing coming. You can't be a mechanic and wear Nikes or a sanitation working rocking a three piece suit. In other words sometimes substance outshines swag.

  Like time things always progress. Eventually swag will come short and substance will stand tall. Now that some tables have been turned you will finally enjoy the fruits of your labors. Hiding in places unseen are the women that once rejected you. One or two of them may try to come to you in a humble manner. You're a man with choices and options. Substance you still have, but swag you had to purchase. My best bet would be to go your own way and let the world around you crumble.