On Violence, Amygdala, And Shifting Toward K

An anonymized commenter writes:

I lost a friend today. She wasn’t a friend so much, but more of a nice person that I enjoyed chatting with at the gym.

The conversation started innocuously enough. She was taking classes at university. The first class she mentioned was Sexual Assault class. My first response was that rape was very serious and that rape is detestable. But my second point was that women that bring false rape allegations should serve the same sentence that a rapist would. She feigned agreement. I knew she was lying. I’m not sure that I can explain how I knew she was lying.

But then things went very sideways. We both agreed that a man should never rape a woman. That part was – and always is – easy. I asked her if a woman had any agency. Can a woman act in ways that bring about rape? My case was that a woman should not dance naked while doing drugs at a frat party with randy, drunk boys at two in the morning.

SHE MAINTAINED THAT A WOMAN SHOULD BE ABLE TO DO THAT!

We disagreed about the meaning of “agency.” I caught her backpedaling and exposed her on the spot. Or on the treadmill.

Then I snapped.

I told her that it was people like her that behaved badly and always turned to people like me (either K-selected or a K-selected wannabe) for rescue. My situation was reminiscent of Mike Wallace vs the Marine that was so perfectly demonstrated by this site’s blogger. Specifically it was like the Marine saying something like “you’ll be walking down that hill and you’ll expect me to send a couple of marines to save you…and we will save you…even if you’re not an American, which you are not min my eyes.”

That’s exactly how I felt about her.

It didn’t help that I put myself in harm’s way to help a woman under attack just weeks ago. It was three migrants playing grab ass with an older, frumpy woman. At first I thought it was a purse snatching. But in a split second I learned it was something else. And I stupidly didn’t have my phone. I’ll never make that mistake again. Before I knew what I was into, I was scrapping with three men 30 years younger than me.

The last fight I was in was 37 years ago. I didn’t have a choice then as I was defending my new bride. I could have walked away from these three thugs. And I almost did. Three seconds into helping her I was already regretting it – and wondering if I would make it home alive.

So my friend on the treadmill may have relit my amygdala. I’m not sure why I lost my cool. I feel a great deal of shame that I revealed my anger so freely…

Any insights here would be helpful. Honest criticism is welcome. I’ll be beating myself up a long time for speaking harshly to this young lady.

And yet I can’t muster a fake apology, something that I have always been able to do.

There is no point in criticism, or apology. This was your brain as it was designed to operate. Because of imbeciles like her, you had to confront that you are now living in a world where you can either see innocent people hurt, or be set upon by gangs of violent thugs yourself.

That confrontation with the three thugs lit up your amygdala, and placed it under prolonged strain. I’m sure you have thought repeatedly about all the ways it could have ended badly, and how unnecessary that risk was. You’ve thought repeatedly of how they shouldn’t have been doing what they were doing. You’ve thought repeatedly of how they shouldn’t have even been let into the country. Subconsciously you tied her stupid type of person to your predicament, and when an opportunity arose, that built-up anger drove you to act out.

There is no need for criticism because beneath the surface, on a level you are not even aware of, your brain is turning K, and that taking action, however minor, was a sign. Anger is the great motivator. In Chinese philosophy it is the “General” which orders the mind to action. That it is emerging in your brain is a good thing for brain development, even if that outburst is presently bothersome to you.

Things have changed, times are turning K, and you now need to start acting. Maybe it means you need to take weapons with you, so you are prepared to survive, should the next kerfuffle take a life-threatening turn. That requires a drive to action, or you leave the weapons home. Maybe it means you need to be ready to strike first, if a predicament arises where that is the only chance at gaining an opening to escape. Maybe it just means we all need to be a little meaner to the leftists in our midst, lest we see our nations devolve into anarchy.

That is the mindset which will be needed as things turn K. When the window opens, you act quickly and decisively. Your mind is developing it, as your anger builds. Do you feel how different it is from your older, more passive, more r-mindset? You even feel as if you should apologize, for saying something which is just common sense. That passive desire to minimize feel-bad, at all cost, is r. Taking reflexive action in the face of what is happening to our societies, out loud in front of everyone, is K.

For now you feel agitated by this new, aggressive you, and that is normal. You will feel stressed. You may even lose weight, as fat mobilizes. You will miss fewer workouts. And as time goes on, that agita will abate, you will acclimate to the new you, and you will find yourself much calmer, less overwhelmed, and more focused. Your new stress-adapted amygdala will have taken control, and it will more effectively process incoming stimuli and drive action to resolve it. Feel the stress now, embrace it, and know your brain will become different, and stronger for it, in the future.

Now some counter-intuitive wisdom. She may like you more, for the outburst, or at least act like she does. Leftists are like narcissists, and that is one of the weirdest traits you will find among them. I can remember blowing on my narcissist, Bob. I’d had it with his shit, and basically told him exactly how worthless he was, how much I detested him, and how we were never going to get along. I don’t remember my exact words, But the gist was, “And fuck you all the way to the pine box they send you to hell in, you worthless cocksucker!” Whatever it was, I said it in a cold, steely, matter of fact way. As I walked off, I thought to myself, “Well, there’s no coming back from that.” I was relieved to have put the relationship behind me.

The next day I saw him, and not only was it as if that never happened – he was sucking my ass, as if I was the greatest guy he ever hoped would be his friend. I’d seen it before elsewhere, and it immediately took me back to all the times it had played out before me. There was a molecular biology professor I basically told to fuck off when he gave me an attitude, and next thing I know he was hustling to try and help me with something I needed, as if we were best friends. I can remember almost freezing, my eyebrows wrinkled up with curiosity and my brain locked up in confusion by the incongruity. There were several other cases, which I remember more for the confusion they evoked than the exact circumstances. In each, I put myself in their shoes, and imagined how my attitude toward myself would have been – “This asshole says fuck me? Well fuck him even more! I hope he chokes on a chicken bone and rots in Hell!” For me, those relationships would never have recovered from how I had acted.

Yet their response was different, and so much so I had to revaluate my entire method for predicting behavior by projecting my own mindset and behaviors on those around me. It was as if they were children, purposely testing boundaries by being assholes to those around them for fun, and they had just found a boundary. Fearing they had transgressed too far and damaged a relationship they wanted to maintain, they back-pedaled frantically, and tried desperately to smooth things over with ass kissing.

It was the most earth-shattering insight I had into human psychology, because it was the turning point where I realized that people around me were thinking in a totally different way. They were doing things I would never do, and responding to stimuli in ways I would never respond. They were the people Eric Hoffer wrote about that bit the hand that fed them, and licked the boots that stomped them.

It is a real phenomenon, and not as uncommon as you’d think. It is what motivates that bizarre phenomenon called the Stockholm Syndrome. Think about it – a criminal beats you and robs you, and you begin to idolize him and seek his good favor? How different is that from what you would do? It is the Stockholm Syndrome, and it is prominent among rabbits.

It was really shocking to me, as I always tried to deal with people so differently. If you were good to me, I was good to you. If you told me to fuck off, I told you to fuck off more. Yet they were not only different – they were the exact opposite.

Lately I see it in terms of political liberals, who respond to simple niceness with ever increasing demands for total capitulation and subservience under their brutal and capricious rule, and who respond to the cruelty and threat of groups like Islam with ever increasing groveling and ass-kissing. Morals, principle, it all means nothing.

Say you have no problem with men dressing as women and suddenly they demand you let those men be naked with your six year old daughter in a gym lockeroom. Say your religion requires those transgender men be thrown from buildings and murdered, and they will seek to import you into the country, provide you with free welfare, and give you victim status to get special privileges over real Americans. It is not logical.

This groveling phenomenon is probably also related to game, which makes sense since liberalism is a feminized psychology. There is no faster way to make a hamster-driven girl discount your value and grow tired of your entreaties as to make it clear to her you put her on a pedestal. Tell her she is beyond beautiful, do her favors, give her stuff, and your fate is sealed. A pretty girl will collect those guys, using them as playthings or gofer-castrati, and punishing them with emotional torture, sometimes to keep them in line and sometimes just for fun.

And who do many of these hamster-driven girls idolize and drag into the sack? The aloof asshole who has no respect for them, and who treats them like shit. That guy is treated like a King, and can do no wrong. Same idea, just you have to realize you can trigger it in leftist guys as well – especially if you can bring an ominous threat to the table when you deal with them. If a leftist fears you, idolization will not be far behind.

My guess is the fact that you showed that girl that you weren’t going to stand for her bullshit just ignited in her a little desire to get on your good side with some old fashioned ass-kissing in the future. If I were you, I would ignore her now, as an experiment, and see if she comes around trying to win back your good favor with ass-kissing. My guess is that is exactly what she wants to do. I wouldn’t even be surprised if she tried to drag you into the sack to show you just how sorry she is for her transgressions.

This may be a mechanism by which the K-shift begins before the actual Apocalypse hits. As we all begin snapping, and telling these tools to fuck off, they may all suddenly come to see the wisdom in our thinking, and try to gain our favor. It won’t stop the Apocalypse, but it will make navigating the aftermath easier for us.