To those who have been following recent events in my life, as well as their unfortunate conclusion and my irrational, albeit understandable knee-jerk reaction to them, I am not happy. Life has not been good to me lately. My confidence has suffered a loss on the level of Pearl Harbor. For not only was I rejected in the most callous and deceptive way imaginable, but I was actively slandered and dragged through the mud for no reason other than that I approached the wrong type of girl. I am still in the midst of picking up the pieces, desperately trying to make sense out of this unfortunate saga.
My name was slandered, dragged through the mud; I am the laughingstock of the workplace. I am now the creeper, pedophile, and stalker. I have received threats. And I am now on my own.
But I have learned something from this whole experience...
Two things, actually. First,
I stumbled, and stumbled hard I did. In a frenzied rage, I allowed my thoughts to dictate my words which in turn led to me writing some very irrational and downright offensive things about the female sex. Make no mistake, the woman who did this to me was a lying cunt, and always will be. And as others have stated, women are allowed to seriously harm men through their dishonesty.
For that reason, I would encourage every woman to read my last take, to just get a glimpse at the unfortunate lot that befalls many genuinely good men for no good reason whatsoever. Maybe then our behavior will become more understandable. Never permissible, but somewhat understandable. That and I was right: I can never hold the female sex up on a pedestal again. This is something everyone told me for a while, women included, and is something I only learned the hard way.
Not every woman will love me the way my mother has, not every woman is the pinnacle of perfection.
I was a fool to think otherwise. But I was also a fool to generalize every woman as evil incarnate, the personification of vanity, conceit, and dishonesty. That and to condemn every single one of them as gold digging sluts after Chad Thundercock who will only value me once they reach 30. For that I owe them an apology, which is exceedingly difficult for me because I am a man of a lot of pride.
...Which in turn is interesting,
How can I condemn all women as fallen, inherently evil daughters of Eve when I myself bear the pride of the Pharisee?
Thus,
I, JRICHARDS1996, do formally apologize for my misogynistic rant against women and do hereby recant the irrational and hateful things that I said about them.
Especially toward @CheerGirl38139, @snowangle, and @Stacyzee among others. They could have reacted angrily, or dismissed me as a fool. But instead they reacted with kindness, which in turn made my heart melt as my own conscience began to afflict it. They killed me with kindness, which in turn revealed to me the error of my ways. That and my mother most of all, along with the memory of every good woman who has been in my life. I spent so much time generalizing their entire sex over the actions of this one girl who ruined me that I completely ignored the fact that the person who consoled me at work when I was on the literal verge of tears was my supervisor, who was in fact a woman. I wonder how she would feel if she saw what I wrote. And it got to me. I apologize.
The second thing I learned was this,
In other words, I am a man of unshakable faith in my values. Ethically, I consider myself a deontologist, that is, one who recognizes the intrinsic nature of an act and whether or not it is permissible. It is what enables me to do what I know is right even when my heart is in the wrong place like it was in my previous MyTake, and to condemn the cruelty of the ends-justify-the-means mentality of utilitarianism like advocates of abortion. But if I cannot adhere to these values during difficult times, then of what value are they to begin with? Nothing. They become worthless.
This is a realization I came upon only after reading @Rahdle's heartfelt response to my predicament. He has the right idea, namely, that even if it feels like our world is on the brink of collapse, our values are still relevant. In fact, it is precisely the hardships that give our values meaning, because unless they can stand up to the worst that this world has to offer, then they are shallow and artificial.
Being a genuinely 'Nice Guy' and for that matter deontologist means being able to remain firm even when the storm will not yield, to be able to straighten your tie and hold your head up high even amidst the terror of the howling winds.
I will not allow this extremely unfortunate situation to break my pride. I will not yield to the temptation of abandonment, to become something that I am not simply because I encountered a roadblock. I have been damaged, dragged through the mud, and hurt, no doubt. The effects seem irreparable. Nothing can undo what she has done, and I will have to live with the embarrassment that her treachery has caused. But I will not allow it to break me. Why? Because who cares.
I am right and she is wrong. I know that I am right, and that she is a liar. She knows it too, though I doubt she will ever admit it. The opinions of the deluded do not concern me. They were not there; they do not know what really happened. I do. I was there. More than anything at all, I know the Truth.
I am the innocent party. So why should I feel ashamed or saddened? This is but just one more obstacle to overcome, one that I know I am bound to succeed at since truth and morality itself is on my side. If I allow it to overcome me, then I have failed from the get-go. And as my mother always said, "I did not raise you like that." I cannot let her down. Moreover, I cannot let down @Stacyzee, @OlderAndWiser, and everyone else who sincerely believed in me on this website.
In conclusion,
I learned some smaller albeit invaluable pieces of advice from this entire experience. First and foremost, never again will I bring romance into the workplace. No matter how badly I may be tempted, and how understandably I may fall for coworkers in light of being around them all day, it is a bad idea. The potential for success does not justify the risk. This is bad mathematics. Granted, my experience was on the level of a nightmare, the once-in-a-million worst possible case scenario. Chock it up to bad luck. But the idea remains the same: work and dating is an extremely bad idea.
The second is that I will never again approach a younger girl, even if the law permits it, my morality does not condemn it, and no sex would be involved. Sorry. It is not happening again. Public sentiments still reign supreme, and this could get even the nicest, most innocent guy into serious trouble. It does not matter if I am a soft-spoken virgin who wears a Holy Trinity necklace and buys his mother flowers every night. All they see is that I am a man and an adult. Just approaching a 17 year old girl means that I will now have to live in fear at the workplace and constantly be looking over my shoulder. #SorryNotSorry, but younger girls are not worth it anymore. Do not be offended if I literally ask to see your ID before dating. This is in part my fault. Make no mistake, she is still a lying cunt. But she is also younger, and I knowingly took the risk. Thus I too share the blame.
If anything, my preference for older women is now that much more validated. Never has an older woman dragged me through the mud the way this one young girl has. They appear a bit more confident in themselves, and beyond the foolishness that characterizes their younger counterparts like all juveniles. From now on, I will only approach older women, like from the age of 24-30. I will approach a 30 year old before I ever approach a 17 year old again. No more risks.
Finally,
I do not know what is going to happen next. I can only imagine that things at the workplace will never be the same. Never again will I be able to use the refrigerator in the break room, or socialize as much as I initially did. But hopefully things will blow over, and I will be just fine if I perform my job as expected and do not treat it as anything more than just that. No more dating in the workplace, no more befriending coworkers, no more treating it like an opportunity for socialization. I just want to go in so that I can make money, and then leave as soon as possible. Hopefully anonymity will be my friend. Either way, I will not abandon my values, and I will not back down.
I am ready for the challenges that await me ahead.
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