Fallen Alphas

by Frost on June 18, 2012

“And the angels who did not stay within their own position of authority, but left their proper dwelling, he has kept in eternal chains under gloomy darkness until the judgment of the great day—” – Jude, 1:6

Fuck yeah I’m reading the Bible, bitches. But today’s post is not about Fallen Angels. It’s about Fallen Alphas, and we’re going to start with a quote straight from the Book Of Frost:

“Blessed is the man who remains steadfast under trial, for when he has stood the test he will receive the pussy of life, which Game has promised to those who learn it.

Pain sucks. Frustration sucks. Failure sucks. But it is through pain, frustration and failure that we improve ourselves. Behind every champion lie thousands of invisible hours of hurt and sacrifice, whether in the gym, on the field, in the library, or in the nightclub.

You know why Roosh‘s books are the first seduction resource I point my readers towards? Because the man has suffered. Because Roosh started from nothing, and he figured out how to meet and seduce women from scratch. Bang is not the story of how the captain of the football team tinkered with his approaches. It’s the memoir of a man who overcame two decades of social programming through sheer force of will. Gmac has a similar background. (read From Playing Video Games To Playing Women: Part 1, Part 2 and Part 3). These guys are riding high now, but they clawed and scraped to get there.

They’re better men for it. They learned to value the abundance they have. They learned to value the work they did to get there. In a way, I envy them their trials. If you’re not getting laid, consider that silver lining: If you have the courage to conquer your demons and build yourself into the man you want to be, you’ll gain a lot more on your journey than just the ability to bang girls.

Contrast that with the Natural. He has nowhere to go but down. The High-School Alpha, the University Alpha, even the Yuppie Alpha – they’re all liable to become Fallen Alphas if they get lazy.

Captain of the high school football team yesterday, watches 30 hours of sports on his big-screen every week, gained 50lbs and mops a floor for a living today? Fallen Alpha.

Frat president and party animal yesterday, accountant with a frumpy wife today? Fallen Alpha.

Hotshot lawyer with a BMW and a closet full of $2,000 suits yesterday, unemployed and afraid to approach in jeans and a t-shirt today? Fallen Alpha.

Want to hear about my game-winning touchdown in the junior year championship game against White Oaks High? Again?

In the cut-throat world of 21st-century dating, you’re either innovating or decaying. (As a man. As a woman, you’re just decaying.) Getting easy lays because of your looks, external status, or money is great, but it can make a man too comfortable. It can make him stagnate.

I got my first taste of life as a Fallen Alpha in grad school. Moving to a city with zero social circle, zero cash, zero status as a varsity athlete/thrower of awesome parties/general notorious man about town, and only slightly more than zero free nights to go out. Reality smacked me in the face, hard. I had to accept that my game was a lot weaker than I thought. It sucked.

But it was also forced me to become a better man. Before that year, I had never consciously tweaked and tested my approaches. I had never kept a journal. I had never truly become comfortable with rejection, to the point that I could consistently cold approach while alone. But over that year, I did all of those things, and more.

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Not getting laid sucks, but at least it presents you with a clear path to follow: Work on the things you suck at, until you stop sucking. But let’s say you’re doing all right for yourself. You’ve got some hot girls on the go! You pulled three new notches last month! Two and a half were hot! What should you do?

The typical man’s answer will be to accept your success, call it luck, and enjoy it while it lasts – i.e., to follow The Way Of The Fallen Alpha.

The atypical man, i.e. myself and you, dear reader, cannot do this. We cannot let ourselves get complacent. We will not let ourselves get complacent. As “alpha” as we are, or as we perceive ourselves to be, we must never lose sight of the next level. We must always be asking, what can we do that will allow our future selves to look back on our present selves with empathetic, paternalistic, condescending pity?

Once Roosh figured out how to bang DC chicks, he set off for a long and painful mission to conquer South America’s Women

Naughty Nomad (and others) collects flags for the sport of it

Fly Fresh and Young has declared The Hit It And Quit It Summer Of 2012

And now, I am declaring two rules for next month and a half in France:

1) No backpacker lays. Local girls only.

2) No English.

Many good things will come out of these two rules.

– My French will go from decent to absolutely fluent. I can get by in French right now, but I am just much, much less clever in any language but English. Since wordplay is a core part of my game, I have to get better at French, and in particular casual, informal French, or I go hungry.

– I will learn much more about French people and culture.

– I will get back out into the RAW world of challenge and struggle, victory and defeat, instead of just playing the same game with the same people in the same hostels, with nothing but the scenery changing.

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Dear readers, care to set yourselves some challenges? Let us know in the comments.

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Master Dogen August 21, 2012 at 1:23 am

Great stuff as always, Frost. It’s been a while since I checked your blog. Got to remember to keep up with this one… one of the best!

I’m a Phoenix Alpha, risen from the ashes. Ex-fallen Alpha, if you will. I was a natural in college and the years after. I was in great shape, but from non-conventional sports (rowing and water polo) that never directly landed me girls because they weren’t high-profile at all. But they got me ripped and confident. I was a full-on blue pill Marxist feminist “intellectual,” but witty and smart and confident and in great shape, so I laid feminist girls and “lesbians” and hispterettes without even trying.

When I moved to a new city I was suddenly out of the scene and my blue-pill ways (I won’t say “beta,” exactly, since I my former success made me naturally recoil at the thought of pedestaling girls). It was actually Roissy’s blog that made me start to understand how things had been so easy before and why they were so tough all of the sudden. It took me a long time to climb back to my Alpha ways. My biggest obstacle wasn’t being anti-social or even bad shape (though I let that slip far too much); it was more the bitterness I felt — that so many feel — when I first took the red pill. Suddenly I *loathed* all the women around me, and that’s not a good state to be in. Over time I loosened up a bit, got back to the good things I used to do when I was 22 (meditate, work out, read all the time, and go out to bars for the sole purpose of enjoying myself), and simply left behind all the stupid lies I had believed before.

I’m 34 now and in the best shape I’ve been in since I was 21. I game girls using a combo of my natural approach and the stuff I’ve learned from the manosphere. I feel good about myself and I’m confident in a kind of deep, inner way, that things will be even better when I am 37 and even better when I’m 40. When I was 27, losing, and bitter, 37 sounded like a death sentence. Now I just think of how much more awesome things get as time goes by. Cheers!

Wald July 6, 2012 at 2:40 pm

Where in France are you? I lived there for six years.

The Gentleman Poet June 27, 2012 at 12:56 am

I was reading Plutarch’s Life of Coriolanus a few months back and the following quote stuck out to me. The description given, both in Plutarch’s mention of the normal downfall of young men who see accolades, and also the difference shown in Coriolanus’ life make for a good example of the Fallen Alpha and Coriolanus the atypical man:

“It may be observed, in general, that when young men arrive early at fame and repute, if they are of a nature but slightly touched with emulation, this early attainment is apt to extinguish their thirst and satiate their small appetite; whereas the first distinctions of more solid and weighty characters do but stimulate and quicken them and take them away, like a wind, in pursuit of honor; they look upon these marks and testimonies to their virtue not as a recompense received for what they have already done, but as a pledge given by themselves of what they will perform hereafter, ashamed now to forsake or underlive the credit they have won, or, rather, not to exceed and obscure all that is gone before by the lustre of their following actions. Marcius [Coriolanus], having a spirit of this noble make, was ambitious always to surpass himself, and did nothing, how extraordinary soever, but he thought he was bound to outdo it at the next occasion; and ever desiring to give continual fresh instances of his prowess, he added one exploit to another, and heaped up trophies upon trophies, so as to make it matter of contest also among his commanders, the latter still vying with the earlier, which should pay him the greatest honor and speak highest in his commendation. ” -Plutarch’s Life of Coriolanus

Randy June 27, 2012 at 12:45 am

All French? That’s crazy. Good luck with that.

Wizard-Optimum Awareness™ June 26, 2012 at 7:41 pm

True.
Same as what I said:
sun will rise for the hard working beta
“Hardworking”
men who think life magically gets better are not in for a rude awakening; it’s more like they will not live to see th esun anymore; how would they if they quit prematurelly? It is like dying prematurely or staying in the cave where the sun don’t rise and complain becasue of the discomforts the cave is giving.,

Wizard-Optimum Awareness™ June 25, 2012 at 8:54 pm

for it is not always night time, sooner or later the sun will rise for the hard working beta.. and nothing can help the sun from rising (matter of fact)

Frost June 26, 2012 at 5:27 pm

The sun rises for the betas who smack the sun and tell it to rise.

Life gets better for men in their late twenties if they hustle, learn, grind, etc.

Men who think life magically gets better, ie. by waiting for the sun to rise, are in for a rude awakening.

Wizard-Optimum Awareness™ June 26, 2012 at 7:40 pm

True.
Same as what I said:
sun will rise for the hard working beta
“Hardworking”
men who think life magically gets better are not in for a rude awakening; it’s more like they will not live to see th esun anymore; how would they if they quit prematurelly? It is like dying prematurely or staying in the cave where the sun don’t rise and complain becasue of the discomforts the cave is giving.

Aloof June 19, 2012 at 6:37 pm

*messing up your system and

Aloof June 19, 2012 at 6:33 pm

‘you bet your ass I’ll be taking advantage of whatever edges modern science has to offer.’

I wouldn’t advise fooling around with supplements and boosters unless you plan on messing up improving your chances of getting prostate cancer, heart attacks and infertility among others. Sticking to getting a good night’s sleep, a healthy diet and regular exercise and fucking should be enough to see you through even as you get older.

As for challenges, I plan on spanking the monkey only once every two weeks, bulking up in a months time and banging my first Sicilian.

FFY June 18, 2012 at 4:37 pm

Leaving the, in hindsight, ease of game in college and going into the real world was a bit of an eye opener, that’s for sure.

I have a few friends who got laid like tile in college but don’t get shit now because in college it’s all basically extended social circle game. If it weren’t for the manosphere, I’m sure I’d be in that boat as well. Learning to have to make *for real* cold approaches consistently was my biggest challenge coming out of college.

Frost June 19, 2012 at 6:43 am

Man, exactly the same as my experience in my first year after college… that’s when I cut my teeth.

Zero money because I was in grad school.

Zero time, see above. Plus every Saturday was a rugby game and party with the team. Good fun, but not a lot of opportunities to get laid when you’re getting deadly drunk and naked with a bunch of ugly guys. (Naked you ask? It’s a rugby thing.)

Zero social circle.

Fortunately I was in a great city that was loaded with hot, approachable girls, and I was hitting the seduction community in force around that time. But it would have been very, very easy to get lazy.

Kwyjibo June 18, 2012 at 4:36 pm

My best mate is a fallen alpha. Went from nailing the hottest girls at 18 to knocking up the most repulsive ogress at 30. The kind of being so ugly you consider their sex as an abstract academic puzzle (‘but… HOW does he keep it up???’)

He fell due to repeatedly taking the easy option in life. Over and over. His bitterness at life has reached near fever pitch now, and his answer has been computer games and weed in increasing doses since we left school.

It’s fucking sad, but damn I’m motivated as BALLS whenever I’ve spent time with him.

Comfort is death. That is what life tells me.

Frost June 19, 2012 at 6:39 am

Yeah, definitely. I know a few guys like this.

Senior Beta June 18, 2012 at 3:18 pm

So will you write Bang France when you are done? That is one place I do not expect Roosh to land.

derp June 18, 2012 at 5:38 pm

I keep hearing stuff like that about Roosh. Whats the deal?

Frost June 19, 2012 at 6:46 am

That he doesn’t like western women? I think the deal on that one is pretty straightforward…

Although I do think that Roosh would love non-Parisian France.

Frost June 19, 2012 at 6:35 am

Nah, I’m definitely not qualified to write anything similar to a Bang Guide. I’m happy to share stories and observations, but I don’t grind through anywhere near the number of approaches and dates that Roosh does. But since you asked here’s my Bang France guide:

1) Meet foreign girls in hostels, get a bottom bunk, use your sheet to make a tent.
2) Wander around bars and streets at night introducing yourself to groups of people in child-like French, until you find a girl who wants to have a mini-relationship and let you sleep at her place for a week.

That’s all I got.

Cúchulainn June 18, 2012 at 2:46 pm

I have a friend who won’t try anything to make his game better because he said it shouldn’t be that hard to get laid. I showed him one of Roosh’s posts about how to get better and it said you have to approach 100 women before you’ll even have a chance to get laid, and that really turned him off. I bought him Bang and Day Bang, but he hasn’t read them. For some reason he is content to just watch porn and jack off. I don’t get it. I think he might be a virgin because once you’ve had sex, you realize how much better it is than beating off and don’t want to go back to the not having sex ways of the past, to quote The Lonely Island. If you have any tips to help me nudge him in the right direction that would be great.

Aloof June 18, 2012 at 3:14 pm

Jacking off to porn is far easier than getting off your ass and trying to get laid with a real woman. Too much hassle and effort even if you acknowledge that you could be so much better off. Nothing helps you distract yourself and procrastinate like porn. Overcoming it will be one of the most difficult things your friend will ever do. Had I been pished I’d have recommended that you arrange for him to be abducted, held hostage and made to go cold turkey. Alas he has to tire of it enough to really be determined for it.

And as a side note to Frost, thank you guys. Your blogs are a constant reminder that I can make it work when I feel like chickening out when remember the long slog ahead and new hurdles crop up out of nowhere.

Frost June 19, 2012 at 6:13 am

Yeah, as I fully agree about jerking off. To which I add: Lift.

Or just start taking steroids. I’m not kidding. Iron + Abstinence is more than enough to keep my T levels high today, but when they naturally start to drop (probably soon, as I’m 27) you bet your ass I’ll be taking advantage of whatever edges modern science has to offer.

asdf June 18, 2012 at 4:18 pm

It could be the opposite. The more you get laid, the less you should need to get laid. That’s how it works with healthy people. If you constantly need more and more of something to get the same fix it’s called an addiction.

“What is happiness? The moment before you need to go and get yourself more happiness.”

If you read that and think, “alpha”, then you’ve got problems. That persons got rot in their soul, and they are headed to a spectuacular flame out at some point.

derp June 18, 2012 at 5:30 pm

↑This! Very rarely is the “soul rot” that comes with the unbridled pursuit of hedonism and casual sex ever discussed.

This aspect is not for everyone.

Frost June 19, 2012 at 6:38 am

Meh.

The more you get laid, the more you realize that getting laid is awesome.

And actually having sex doesn’t really eat up that much time. Going on dates, spending time “working on a relationship” etc, now that’s a time suck.

Getting better with women reduces the total amount of time you have to spend on them.

Cúchulainn June 20, 2012 at 4:19 am

It’s not a need to get laid; you just realize getting laid is better than jacking off, at least in my opinion. Getting sex isn’t my goal. I like having sex though and if given the option to beat it or have sex, I’m going to choose sex. I have a girlfriend, so I’m not going out and trying to fuck different girls each weekend. I have regular sex with her, but sometimes if our schedules don’t line up, we’ll go a while without doing it. That doesn’t bother me. I never sex all the time should be the goal. I just commented that after having sex, you realize it is better than jerking off, so you’d most likely want to have sex instead of watching a porno and masturbating.

I don’t agree with that quote from Mad Men. I concur that someone chasing happiness like that has a problem. Living life like that isn’t sustainable, as you said.

Frost June 19, 2012 at 6:10 am

I dunno.

People get in ruts, and it’s hard to say what snaps them out of it.

Sometimes I’ve been in shitty mental states, not as bad as your buddy perhaps, but still falling pretty damn short of who I’m capable of being. And then one day I just realize BAM, time to stop being a whiny little cunt.

But that said, there are few problems of motivation that cannot be solved by not jerking off, and lifting heavy. Get that T pumping. Biomechanics is God.

Herzog June 18, 2012 at 8:53 am

This is a subset of alphas that I never see discussed: the young natural who looses it with age. The majority of good athletes I went to high school with relied on their genetics, most did not actually work that hard. Many of these men will begin loosing muscle as early as 20 if they are physically inactive. Now combine that with many getting married(naturals don’t know any better) and losing some of their swagger due to the difficulties of adult life. So many people make it sound like all men increase in SMV over time, but for most 30 year olds I know the days of getting young tail are long past.

Frost June 18, 2012 at 9:14 am

Yeah.

That’s the exact path I was on when I started this blog, and that’s the path I see a lot of my old friends on.

Age only rewards the men who have the intelligence and sheer force of will to improve their lives. Those who cannot or do not absorb and synthesize new information get left in the dust. The captain of the high school football team is getting left in the dust by the former band geek who’s now plugged into a game, low-carb diets, internet businesses, anabolic steroids, nootropics, and a million other non-obvious tools for better living.

derp June 18, 2012 at 5:27 pm

Where can a person get some nootropics?

Frost June 19, 2012 at 6:44 am
Koanic June 18, 2012 at 7:58 am

Good post

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