Game short hand: If a girl is treating you like shit and you stay with her, you give her no choice but to have no respect for you, and thus no attraction.
Seems so obvious right? I mean do we really need hundreds of blogs, books, etc for something so simple and common sense? Oneitis. Probably sends more people to game or the manosphere, or to video games and going their own way than just wanting to get more sex or anything else for that matter. And yet so many things deviate from this basic tenet that it makes you wonder if Oneitis is a cultural cancer.
With a man, it’s easy to read that above when he’s free from the disease and he’ll accept it, understand it, and wonder why the fuck are you telling him obvious shit. But woe to the man caught in the thrall of Oneitis – his senses peaked to everything related to one girl, a girl who may even seem unremarkable to his friends – a man bewitched by such a girls feminine whiles – obsession creeps in, all logic fades into the shadows, a shroud of fantasy takes him over – hours, nah, days and weeks go by with day dreams and fantasy rom-com scenarios play through his head – with each minimal gesture and words given his way from the object of Oneitis he is re-energized with fluttering heart beats like a 13-year-old girl of a past age. Logic and reason are not to be found under the infected. Only pain follows this infection. There is no happy ending for this fantasy.
I honestly don’t know if there would be a manosphere if this disease didn’t affect a huge segment of the male population – hell feminists and gender studies wouldn’t have been so nurtured into society dominance like it has – white knights wouldn’t exist, at least not to the same degree – heck even the video game industry might not have been so successful. Their certainly wouldn’t be as much bitterness towards women – you say I promote misogyny, I say I promote understanding, and with it, peace.
Much of game is teaching men how to cure this curse, be it directly or indirectly – we are doing yeoman’s work – and we are despised for it. But imagine a world with out Oneitis? Imagine a world with out brooding and whiny men bemoaning their unrequited “love” – and imagine a world where women don’t have hundreds of orbiting infected men hanging on their every action.
This isn’t as obvious as an economic crisis, or a natural disaster, but it is just as monumental.