Your Place on the Greek Alphabet

This is another one of those "game" related things that I often ponder about.

The whole "Alpha, Beta, Omega" categorizing is very interesting to me, if for somewhat different reasons than most.

People always seem to want to put everything into some kind of category, to file it away in an imaginary cabinet, so as to be able to keep track of everything more efficiently. It's as if everyone is suffering from a mild case of OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder) or something.

This of course extends beyond "game" and into realms such as politics. Another odd choice for stark categorization of its people.

My question is:

Why must something as ever changing, complicated, and advanced as human beings be subject to such stark and simplified terms and categories?

Just because someone is a construction worker doesn't mean that they might not like to play video games in their spare time. Just because someone is a conservative doesn't mean they can't have some liberal views. Just because someone is a beta does not mean that they are nothing more than a passive babe, sucking yearnfully at it's mother's teet.

I don't even know if most people even think about that stuff outside of those websites. I've never walked past a small group of women and hear them murmur "Ooh, look. There's an Omega for you, Cathy."

I think this for 2 reasons:

A) Social interactions are usually way too emotional, uncontrolled, and ephimeral to be worrying about such categorizations while they are occurring.

and

B) Most of the "A-B-O" (Alpha, Beta, Omega) speak is junk.

I personally believe that it is mostly junk due to the observation that your "place" on the "hiearchy" has more to do with your "success" (a.k.a. financial situation) than your actual person.

Oh sure, dressing right and being somewhat socially adept helps, and money alone can't solve all your problems money alone can't solve all your problems, but there is no doubt that moolah is the single biggest factor in pulling in quality tail.

Which begs the question:

Why is our status tied directly to the amount of funds we possess? How does one aquire such funds? Is this our way of defining each other?

Yep, I'm pretty much declaring that the biggest difference between "Alpha", "Beta", and "Omega" males is, more or less, nothing more than money.

It seems awfully fucked up that people like to define eachother by their "success"(a.k.a. how much money you have and how you obtained it), when we currently live in a system that so transparently gives its money to the undeserving whilst telling everyone who wasn't born "lucky" to fuck off.

But alas, that is what we currently live in. It's not too surprising that my generation has more or less decided to not participate in it at all.

But then again, I'm just another young male, part of a generation forever branded as Omega before even getting a chance to prove themselves. Then again, I personally think the word "Omega" sounds way cooler and more badass than the other dorky letters.

 

I am Omega Man!

Why does Sex have to be a Game?

This may come as a complete surprise to some, but I, as a young, red blooded male, do not seem to have very much luck with women. Or, more specifically, I do not seem to have much luck actually obtaining sex.

Oh sure, I can attract homosexuals and 14-17 year old girls, but as I am neither homosexual or interested in going to jail, these don't do much for me.

Unsurprisingly, I have looked into "Game", and even read quite a bit into the whole "PUA" scene. Some live by it, others despise and derail it, whilst a few "industry professionals" make some big bucks on the whole ordeal.

I'm not really centering this post on whether or not "Game" is real, or if and/or how it works, as plenty of other sites and blogs do a pretty good job of that.

I'm actually more interested in questioning why it even has to exist in the first place. Basically my question is this:

Why does something as important and universally influential as "love" and "mating" have to be reduced to a "game"?

As I look through sites such as Roissy and Roosh V, which both contain plenty of very good insights, I might add, I have to wonder if it's all even worth it.

The entire social construct of our civilization seems to have mutated into some form of bizarre, zero-sum minded game of tug-o-war. Whenever I go out, I see people absorbed into their cyberworlds via iPod, cellphone, or [insert name of overpriced gadget here]. Or they're zooming by in a vehicle or just plain completely unreceptive to any type of social inquiry. Even on the internet most people seem to think that socializing is just another means of gaining something, or manipulating someone.

And, obviously, this mode of thinking has worked its way into even one of our most intimate activities: mating.

It's all just a big game now. A bunch of fake people competing against each other in fake "imaginary" contests to see who can be the most deciptively fake of all, and thus garner people's fake affection and attention.

Okay, maybe the guidos are a bit of an extreme example, but my point remains.

Obviously, I don't believe that the guys telling you to buy into the books, DVD's, seminars, and what not on "official" game is worthwhile. But the guys on the other side who are telling you to "get your act together and act upright" aren't really saying anything new either.

"Work your job, conform to the society around you, and you'll be fine."

 As if there aren't enough examples of "regular joes" who've "got their act together" being forever branded as a "nice guy" or "friend-zoned."

Honestly, it's all just another way of pedestalizing women.  As if that doesn't happen enough.

If it isn't a "beta" male throwing money and flowers at her, its an "alpha" male using his time to chase tail. All just different versions of the same thing. Or just one of us "omegas" standing on the sidelines wondering what the hell everyone's problem is.

No thank you. I would rather just play my musical instrument of choice, travel, meet people, and have as much fun as I can in this god forsaken dystopia before I die. Whether sex comes my way or not, I no longer really care.