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    Man's Best Friend

    Years ago, while still smarting from the destruction of my marriage and long before I had any idea of something like MGTOW, I wrote a short story. It was just for myself, to sort out my feelings and find a 'place to be'. I am not a professional writer so it is a bit amateurish, but it filled a need I had at that time. I present it here in the hope that it will help some other guys struggling with their 'place in life'.

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    The man stood leaning against the guard rail, gazing vacantly out over the ocean. He watched impassively as the red sun sank slowly below the watery horizon. He felt numb in mind and body, unable to collect his thoughts or to feel any motivation. He obsessed for the thousandth time; "How could she, why did she do it?" Moisture filled his eyes, blurring his vision. He blinked and felt the breeze blow cold on his face as the tears ran down to his chin.

    Slowly, deliberately, he threw his leg over the barricade and climbed to the other side. He leaned briefly against the post holding the sign "KEEP OUT! DANGEROUS CLIFF EDGE" then walked to the flat spot on the rock overhanging the bay. Swaying slightly he looked down at the darkening sea below. He watched the white foam glowing in the half light as the waves smashed and boiled against the rocks, and he felt a quieting, a calm resignation descend over him. He squatted, legs crossed, hands on knees, at the very edge of the rock and reviewed his recent life.

    His wife, his beautiful wife of seven years had abandoned him. Why, what had he done? His daughter, his darling six year old daughter had been taken from him. How did he deserve this?
    A wave of grief flooded his mind and a shuddering sob threatened his balance on the rock.
    They had been so happy, he thought. He had worked so hard to make a good home for them, to provide for them, they had been a perfect family.

    But she had met someone else, someone more attractive, more exciting, more desirable than he. She had consulted a lawyer, one of the modern feminist divorce lawyers for advice. Between them they had hatched a plan to ensure she got custody of the child and maximum settlement. They had manufactured evidence that he was a wife-beater, with a doctor's statement that she had been treated on numerous occasions for bruises and abrasions. They had claimed that he had indecently interfered with his little girl. There was no defence against that allegation, even without any evidence. He had been crucified by the family court.

    Someone had notified his boss and she had found an excuse to sack him. Having a wife-beating child molester on the staff was bad for business. And his wife had retained all her friends by turning them against him with the same story. He had lost his family, his home, his job and all his friends.

    The solution now lay before him. He merely had to lean forward to topple into space and fly home to painless oblivion. He desperately wanted to go in peace, but peace would not come to him. His hurt, his anger, his hatred got in the way. He closed his eyes and began to breathe deeply. Relax, he thought, breathe slowly and relax. Let go of the hurt, they can't hurt me anymore. His breathing slowed as he slipped more deeply into relaxation.

    Let go of the anger, he thought. It won't bring her back to me. He sighed as the poison flowed out of his body with each breath. Let go of the hatred, he told himself. The feminist man-haters can't reach me now. His breathing slowed still more as his mind filled with blessed peace.

    Had he been a student of yoga he would have recognised his body posture as one used by adepts to enter altered states of consciousness. Had he been aware of meditation techniques he would have sensed the characteristic state of mind that comes with deep contemplation. But he knew nothing of these things so he was unprepared for the images that appeared before his mind's eye.

    He saw his wife's face, triumphant and scornful, as she turned away from him towards her new lover. He saw his daughter's eyes filled with tears as she reached out to him, calling "I love you Daddy". He saw his daughter roughly pulled away from him by the new couple until she vanished from view - forever. The dam wall of his heart burst and his mind screamed with grief; "God help me".

    Throughout history, generations of mystics have sought to transcend the mortal mind. In all cultures and beliefs there have been those who have devoted their lives to reclusive contemplation in the quest for enlightenment. Some are successful, ultimately, after a lifetime of ascetic self-denial, while others never achieve their goal.

    The intensity of the feelings he projected from his deep meditative state created the perfect conditions for enlightenment. The power of his pain flung open the psychic doors and he forcefully entered the ultimate state called Illumination. For one eternal fleeting instant the Window of the Soul opened, and She heard his agony and felt his anguish. The Soul replied in the only language She knows, the language of feeling and imagery and emotion. His mind flooded with light and overflowed, as he sat silent and still in timeless rapture.

    Slowly his brain began to function again, sorting the emotions, sequencing the images, classifying the feelings, until they were processed ready to present to his consciousness. He saw images of horror, of war, of natural disaster, and felt the suffering that attended them. He witnessed the injustices perpetrated by the powerful against the defenceless in a thousand times and in a thousand places. He felt the sorrow of the oppressed and enslaved peoples of the world. But overlaying it all he felt an overwhelming sense of the indomitable spirit of Man and the uplifting power of Hope.

    The images became more focussed, the feelings more intense. He was in a dog pound, surrounded by dogs in cages, some barking a greeting, some whining in fear, some snarling in anger. He felt their pleasure and their fear and their anger as if it were his own. He entered Death Row, the single cages where abandoned dogs awaited their fate in solitary confinement. Intuitively he knew that they were destined for the gas chamber if no-one claimed them.

    The sad faces of these dogs told him their life story, and he felt their misery. It was the age-old story of the cute puppy brought into the family as a pet. A growing puppy loved and cuddled and fussed for a while, but then replaced by some new toy. Relegated to the role of watchdog, it was left to it's own devices in the back yard. Later it became a nuisance when the family wanted to go on holiday, and it was abandoned or dumped at the pound.

    He saw these sights and he felt these feelings, and he began to understand. Then a final image began unfolding in his mind. He watched the tiny lights of a few stars twinkling in the night. Gradually more and more blinked on until hundreds, then thousands, then millions of stars lit up the night sky. They coalesced into one great star that became a sun that filled his sky with light and warmth and life and joy.

    The man rose from his squat on the rock edge and stretched luxuriously. He felt light and free, as if he had shed a back-breaking load. He looked out over the shimmering moonlit sea and smiled with pleasure as he took a deep breath of the invigorating salt air. Life was good, and it would be even better. He would never again be lonely or friendless, now that he knew the secret of peace and love and happiness. Tomorrow he would take the first steps of his new life.

    He climbed back over the railing of the safety fence and lightly walked, almost skipping, back towards town. Humming softly to himself he began to plan the next day. Tomorrow morning he would visit the dog pound with a mission. There he would walk the full length of Death Row, watching each sad face in turn and feeling its life story. Then he would choose himself a dog.

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    That was an awesome read. I've never been through something like that and hope I never do. I manage to live/learn vicariously through people and my friends but still seem to find the banana to slip on every now and again.

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    My father and his dog were always close. Now that my mother's gone, the two of them are inseparable.
    "A man has to be what he is, Joey. Can't break the mould. I tried it and it didn't work for me." Alan Ladd, Shane

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    I am married to a Filipina. the saying goes amongst us American men married to Filipinas is:

    If you want hot sex with a beautiful slim woman, marry a Filipina. If you want a loyal and faithful companion, get a dog.

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    Re: Man's Best Friend

    That was a great read.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Mikediver View Post
    I am married to a Filipina. the saying goes amongst us American men married to Filipinas is:

    If you want hot sex with a beautiful slim woman, marry a Filipina. If you want a loyal and faithful companion, get a dog.
    When someone asks me why I never married, I tell them the following:

    - if I want my meals cooked or my place cleaned, I'll hire a housekeeper,
    - if I want sex, I can rent it, and
    - if I want to have someone who's always glad to see me, I'll get a dog or a bird like a parrot or cockatoo.

    As an added bonus, with a dog or bird, there's a good chance I'll get someone who's smart as well, depending upon the breed or species.
    "A man has to be what he is, Joey. Can't break the mould. I tried it and it didn't work for me." Alan Ladd, Shane

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    Quote Originally Posted by Quarter Wave Vertical View Post
    When someone asks me why I never married, I tell them the following:

    - if I want my meals cooked or my place cleaned, I'll hire a housekeeper,
    - if I want sex, I can rent it, and
    - if I want to have someone who's always glad to see me, I'll get a dog or a bird like a parrot or cockatoo.

    As an added bonus, with a dog or bird, there's a good chance I'll get someone who's smart as well, depending upon the breed or species.
    The African grey parrot has been found to have the intelligence equivalent to a human 2 year old. So, yes the grey parrot would be more intelligent than 95% of western women. They also usually live over 100 years, so you can enjoy their companionship for the rest of your life. So far, there have been no recorded cases of parrots ripping you off so badly in divorce court that you life the rest of your life in poverty.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Mikediver View Post
    The African grey parrot has been found to have the intelligence equivalent to a human 2 year old. So, yes the grey parrot would be more intelligent than 95% of western women. They also usually live over 100 years, so you can enjoy their companionship for the rest of your life. So far, there have been no recorded cases of parrots ripping you off so badly in divorce court that you life the rest of your life in poverty.
    The best-known African grey was, of course, Alex. (How famous was he? The New York Times wrote an obituary of him after he died.) His owner was animal psychologist Prof. Irene Pepperberg. She studied him for many years and it was through her work that we found out that Alex could tell which object in a group was different as well as what colour things were.

    It was a true research partnership.
    "A man has to be what he is, Joey. Can't break the mould. I tried it and it didn't work for me." Alan Ladd, Shane

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    "In Praise of Dogs" poem by Dr. John Celes

    Canine friend of man, today;
    Faithful unto him in ways;
    Guarding him, his house, all day;
    Barking, keeping thieves at bay!

    Sleeping with his ears on ground;
    Listening to the faintest sound;
    Well, he sees in dark and light;
    Howls and growls in dead of night.

    Tied for life, working o’er-time;
    Longs to bite a bone, sometime;
    Snarls at strangers when too near;
    Wags his tail with joy, sans fear.

    The police-dog, tracks criminals;
    Hounds help tracing animals;
    And sniff drugs with sense of smell;
    Detecting bombs, pretty well.

    Dogs can pull a sledge or cart;
    In circus, do tricks by heart;
    They can swim in waters deep;
    Sit by master’s grave and weep!

    They can retrieve long, lost things;
    Joy to children, Dog, he brings;
    Helps a lost man, find his home,
    Orphaned in the streets, some roam.

    Walking, running on command;
    Petting, love, he will demand;
    Lucky to find love and home;
    Faithful friend, he will become.

    Some are huge and some tiny;
    Some are well-groomed, neat, shiny;
    Some ferocious; some timid;
    Some are brave and some stupid.

    Dogs like humans, love their pups!
    Nursing them till they grow up;
    Like children, they love to play;
    Dogs need love and care all day.


    Dr. John Celes
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    It's always about the money. - A Truism
    "A man's got to know his limitations." - Dirty Harry
    A man can be himself only so long as he is alone, and if he does not love solitude, he will not love freedom, for it is only when he is alone that he is really free.
    -Arthur Schopenhauer

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    Re: Man's Best Friend

    To the OP, that was brilliantly written. Even though I hadn't ever been in that station of life I could feel the grief and despair and then the peace and joy. Well done.

    I get too attached to a mutt it seems. There is one running around the place now and I have to keep an eye on him as he doesn't always make the most wise of decisions. He's lovable but a bit dense.
    “Associate yourself with men of good quality if you esteem your own reputation; for it is better to be alone than in bad company.” – George Washington


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