

There are these things that fathers or priests are supposed to teach to young men but don’t. Well, it should probably be the priests who teach you this, because the fathers tend to be blind to it.
Never love a woman too deeply. You never get away with it. It takes them a while, but they always figure it out eventually. A woman can forgive almost anything, but she never forgives you when you love her too deeply, because it ruins every other man for her. As she grows older, her anger just grows at you.
Women are magical creatures, they will happily gather around at age seventy in the forest under a full moon to renew the curse they placed on you if you ever loved them too deeply. You’re better off mistreating her, she can forgive that. Drunken one night stands, even rape, don’t worry, she will blame herself. But this is what they don’t forgive. They will bite your head off like a praying mantis.
Simping is a sin.
I love to sin.
I love to sin in a different way, UwU
Being a furfag is a sin.
Mikasa is really cute bros.
Gonna go watch the stupid vampire movie.
Who hurt you
nigga are you gay
> Never love a woman too deeply. You never get away with it. It takes them a while, but they always figure it out eventually. A woman can forgive almost anything, but she never forgives you when you love her too deeply, because it ruins every other man for her. As she grows older, her anger just grows at you.
I know this lesson well.
Fortunately, mine was immature and naive enough not to realize my true nature until many many years later.
It’s for the best.
I could finally let that albatross around my neck slip into the sea
Apropos of nothing but my need to rep Iron Maiden
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Hear the rime of the ancient mariner
See his eye as he stops one of three
Mesmerizes one of the wedding guests
“Stay here and listen to the nightmares of the sea.”
And the music plays on, as the bride passes by
Caught by his spell and the mariner tells his tale.
Driven south to the land of the snow and ice
To a place where nobody’s been
Through the snow fog, flies on the albatross
Hailed in God’s name, hoping good luck it brings.
And the ship sails on, back to the North
Through the fog and ice and the albatross follows on.
The mariner kills the bird of good omen
His shipmates cry against what he’s done
But when the fog clears, they justify him
And make themselves a part of the crime.
Sailing on and on and north across the sea
Sailing on and on and north ’til all is calm.
The albatross begins with it’s vengeance
A terrible curse a thirst has begun
His shipmates blame bad luck on the mariner
About his neck, the dead bird is hung.
And the curse goes on and on at sea
And the curse goes on and on for them and me.
“Day after day, day after day,
We struck no breath nor motion
As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean
Water, water everywhere and
All the boards did shrink
Water, water everywhere nor any drop to drink.”
“There!” calls the mariner
“There comes a ship over the line”
But how can she sail with no wind in her sails and no tide?
See… onward she comes
Onward she nears out of the sun
See, she has no crew
She has no life, wait but here’s two.
Death and she Life in Death,
They throw their dice for the crew
She wins the mariner and he belongs to her now.
Then, crew one by one
They drop down dead, two hundred men
She, she, Life in Death.
She lets him live, her chosen one.
“One after one by the star dogged moon,
Too quick for groan or sigh
Each turned his face with a ghastly pang
And cursed me with his eye
Four times fifty living men
(And I heard nor sigh nor groan)
With heavy thump, a lifeless lump,
They dropped down one by one.”
The curse it lives on in their eyes
The mariner he wished he’d died
Along with the sea creatures
But they lived on, so did he.
And by the light of the moon
He prays for their beauty not doom
With heart he blesses them
God’s creatures all of them too.
Then the spell starts to break
The albatross falls from his neck
Sinks down like lead into the sea
Then down in falls comes the rain…
Hear the groans of the long dead seamen
See them stir and they start to rise
Bodies lifted by good spirits
None of them speak and they’re lifeless in their eyes
And revenge is still sought, penance starts again
Cast into a trance and the nightmare carries on.
Now the curse is finally lifted
And the mariner sights his home
Spirits go from the long dead bodies
Form their own light and the mariner’s left alone.
And then a boat came sailing towards him
It was a joy he could not believe
The pilot’s boat, his son and the hermit,
Penance of life will fall onto him.
And the ship it sinks like lead into the sea
And the hermit shrives the mariner of his sins.
The mariner’s bound to tell of his story
To tell this tale wherever he goes
To teach God’s word by his own example
That we must love all things that God made.
And the wedding guest’s a sad and wiser man
And the tale goes on and on and on…
https://youtu.be/T1P3HDSVogg?si=uBGhHhyc_wliarlj
A normal beloved couple would have some friends, some common ones, and some from their previous (single) lives. And also kids. A normal woman would find that enough (I think).
P.S. Please remove my post(s) from the previous thread.
I read your link and am wondering why you wish it deleted.
I thought it was thought-provoking at the very least.
Hey, Mehen!
Normally, I would recommend the link if it weren’t for the scary bits.
I don’t want to scare people, even if these stuff seem to be well known.
However, I think that this ‘mythology’ is detrimental and shapes people’s brains in confusing ways.
So, this ‘mythology’ might be creations of our brains, psyche, dreams..
Maybe we know deep inside that our sinful/selfish ways are ugly. For example, we know that having sex without loving our partner is ugly, turns them into some sort of object/’sex-toy’, and has psychological consequences for our entire lives..
So, our ‘psyche’ might be so creative as to create ‘mythologies’ that represent the above things. And the above things were and are healed by the Lord. Indeed, He does put an end to ‘demons’–whether they have autonomous existence or they were simply created by us.
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About the pre-christian world.
In the Middle East and in the ‘classical’ Grecoroman world (and maybe elsewhere) they had prostitutes who served Astarte/Aphrodite/Venus temples. Indeed they thought they were messing with the divine-cosmic world whenever they had sex.
And other things. You can call them ‘taboos’ (?).
This is why I wear a cock ring.
With my 9 inches, loving them too deeply always comes at a price.
Love is an excessive dumping of neural growth substances after sensing female pattern. This is dumping of neural growth factor per one female, to get new dose one needs another female.
https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/16289361/
This is useful in small, small-brained animals – allows them to remember their mate thanks to these new connections. For a large-brained animals like humans it causes unhealty obsession.
The way artist utilize this mechanism is by falling in love to get neural growth factor, doing intense art during this period, then they target another female for love = get new growth factors, use it to do art, and repeat this cycle over and over again. This is called muse effect.