Fuck The Longhouse

This is a post for men.

Fuck you. Fuck everything. Fuck the longhouse. You are going to die. Your life is going to end. You might die today. You might die tomorrow. But you are going to die. You are no longer going to exist. You are not going to think, taste, see, hear, perceive or feel anything. You have an Off button, and Nature will press your Off button, because you are supposed to die.

You should strongly consider the possibility that nothing will happen after you die. There might be absolutely nothing waiting for you.

No one can tell you how to live your life unless you let them. If you let people tell you how you should live your life, you live on their terms. It is no longer your life, it is theirs. You are their bitch. They own you. And chances are they don’t even care about you. But they still own you. Are you going to let anyone own you?

Maybe you will. Maybe that’s how you’re built. Most people need to be told what to do. Most people were born to be slaves. Too stupid, weak and cowardly to grab life by the pussy and find out for themselves. Learn how it works. They need a bible or a set of books or movies or a parent to tell them what to do. That’s normal when you’re a child, easy when you’re an adult. Anyone can follow a set of instructions. But evolving as a man means accepting that everything you were ever taught might be completely wrong, that only you can find out the truth for yourself. Most men stay perpetual boys and do what they’re told out of guilt or fear of what other people may think. They’re scared of mommy. They’re longhoused from birth until death.

Most men are not special or worth remembering. They have nothing to offer anyone other than a regurgitation of other men’s knowledge, which in itself is a form of self-cuckery and arguably gay. Living by another man’s words. Or even worse, a woman’s demands. You can find that easily now, especially on Twitter. They will die and wither away into the great ether of time like everyone else. But the men you respond to, the men who command your respect, the men who are remembered for generations past their death, lived life on their own terms.

Living your own life as a man means taking risks and trusting your gut as the source of your decision-making. Not being stuck in your head, being frozen in the gay little dilemmas of your mind. You act and deal with the consequences later.