Alright, attention.
Attention.
Hooray — a girl fight!
Okay, okay.
Let’s not think about Tokyo hotties wrestling in the mud by the pool.
Laughing loud.
And from the thrill their nipples are hard.
Let’s not think about how their swimsuits seem too small,
so their breasts keep popping out.
The girls are laughing.
Alpha is laughing.
Everyone’s laughing.
Oh, it’s so funny.
So funny.
But who really cares, right, boys?!
And then they’ll go shower.
Together.
They’ll soap each other up with loofahs.
Well, whatever.
We’re not here just to laugh.
Woman, don’t corrupt the boys.
They’re above cheap porn.
These are important asses.
Of course, of course.
What am I even saying.
Alpha doesn’t watch that — he reads high-income texts.
Oops.
High-spiritual texts.
Yeah. Yeah.
Alright, back to business.
How’s the dick?
Hard?
Okay, okay.
Not funny when it’s not hard.
Alright. Now we’re serious.
So the woman is offended.
Yes.
Yes.
I know.
It’s a nightmare.
About what?
God knows. And the K-pop boys.
But fact is fact — she’s offended.
Don’t touch me.
Don’t come near me.
Alpha is in shock.
Is he breathing too loud again?
Or is it because he’s still not dead and she didn’t get all his money?
Hmm.
Anyway, something has to be done.
Key:
There is always a backstory behind hurt.
Yeah.
I know — remembering everything that happened isn’t easy.
And honestly, it’s almost impossible.
Who knows what exactly triggered her.
But fact is fact — she’s offended.
Now he’ll have to deal with it.
First of all — we try asking directly.
Yeah, the tactic is useless because it never works, but
let’s see.
She’ll start with:
“Oh, seriously?
You really don’t get it?”
Key:
The woman is convinced it’s obvious.
Because you’d have to be blind not to notice the cat’s on her period.
But Alpha is out there saving the world — he doesn’t have time for the cat.
And the woman isn’t saving the world.
So she’s shocked he’s that stupid.
Deep breath.
Easy. Easy. Easy.
Easy!
I’m holding Alpha back because he’s already charged and ready for war.
Stand down, darling.
Stand down.
Easy.
More.
Easy.
Easy.
That’s it.
I’ll throw a piece of meat into the corner.
Maybe that’ll distract him.
Breathe. Breathe.
Fact:
She’s not doing it on purpose. Women live in a different world. She’s not doing it on purpose.
Yes, yes, Alpha already does a lot.
He carries everything on his shoulders.
Yes.
We respect Alpha.
We honor him.
Even the holy woman will post about a blowjob later.
Everything’s fine, Alpha, the world hasn’t gone insane.
We all know that at night you change into a mask and put on a cape.
Batman’s identity has been confirmed.
Yes, Alpha, really.
I know how brilliant you are.
But this woman…
We look at her with contempt.
The director even spat in her direction — that’s how disgusted we are.
To behave like that toward Alpha?
Woman, we thought there was nowhere lower to fall.
But you’re disappointing us.
Oh, shit.
Back to reality.
The woman is already crying.
Oh no. Oh no.
Hawaiian music playing in the background.
Alpha waves his fingers at me.
He’s already sailing off to a paradise island.
“I hear nothing and I react to nothing.”
There are already a bunch of other men on the island.
They’re all fist-bumping Alpha because everyone knows —
when the wife has a meltdown,
Alpha sails off to a resort.
Oh, shit.
I’m yelling at the director.
He’s already off with the Tokyo hotties.
Oh, shit — at least someone will be working.
Alright.
I grab Alpha by the scruff
and slap him.
Come on, darling, we need to pull ourselves together.
Yeah, like that time when they promised us dividend payments four times a year.
Yeah, that was a great time.
Come on, man, get it together.
Deep breath.
The woman is in drama mode.
We need to step in.
“Sweetheart, I need to know what happened.”
She’s furious.
“You bastard, I told you! Do you even listen to me at all?!”
Alpha looks at me reproachfully.
I choke on my noodles.
Shit, sorry.
While Alpha was on the paradise island, we didn’t write down what exactly happened with the woman.
Okay, fine. Let’s try again.
We need to analyze this sharply.
There’s something there the woman herself isn’t able to hold onto.
Hmm. Maybe bills?
Or dates?
Women are bad with dates.
Anyway, we need to find something and poke her with it.
Shit, shit, shit.
Easy. Alpha’s puffed up and ready to charge.
Easy, easy, friend.
We’re not enemies.
The woman just thinks differently.
Easy, easy.
I throw another piece of meat.
Maybe that’ll calm him down.
“Sprinkle some coke on it,” the director says.
Right.
I give a thumbs up.
Alright.
Breathe, Alpha, breathe.
She’s just different. She has a different nature.
Okay, friend.
We’ll tell her that what’s obvious to her isn’t obvious to us.
And we’ll explain that we understand her feelings.
Yeah, here I have to tighten the belt around Alpha’s neck
so he can squeeze out the right words.
Come on, Alpha, you can do it.
Camera.
Lights.
Close-up on Alpha.
“I understand that that that you that—”
Come on, Alpha.
“I understand that you’re a fucking hysterical mess with nothing better to do and I’m drowning in work!”
Nooo, Alpha, no, no, no.
Stand down.
Yeah, you can’t hold him like that.
Hey, guys—
Phew. Good thing there’s security.
Alright, Alpha, let’s try again, darling.
This is not a war.
We all want peace here.
She doesn’t even understand what she’s saying!
No, no, no, Alpha, you can’t do that.
Easy, easy, easy — don’t boil over.
Easy.
Come on, friend, pull yourself together.
We need peace in the family.
Alright. Alpha in the ring.
The world freezes.
And some gay guy in a tank top is running around the field in panic.
Get out of here, girl, this isn’t about you right now.
Can’t you see — Alpha’s here.
I’m standing opposite him.
No, I’m not in a swimsuit!
No, I’m not in a tiny tank and shorts with my ass falling out.
No.
Hey, hey, hey.
Stop.
There he goes again.
Stop.
Easy, easy.
Easy.
Right.
Yeah… some things just can’t be changed.
Fine.
I’m in a crop top and shorts.
Now pull yourself together, Alpha.
No, I’m not jumping.
No.
Jesus Christ — fine, we’re leaving the ring.
We’re back in the apartment.
Come on, Alpha.
We speak.
Deep breath.
Lights. Camera.
Take one.
Alpha’s sultry look.
Alright, head down — in that “you’ll never understand what it’s like to carry the whole world on your shoulders” style.
Look into the camera.
Good.
Line:
“Sweetheart, I’m worried that I hurt you…”
Just repeat it, Alpha.
“This is complete bullshit. I’m not saying that. Fucking hysterical woman.”
There we go. Alpha snapped again.
Shit, you ruined the take. Come on.
Imagine the neighbor’s dog that never stopped barking finally died.
Come on, Alpha.
Deep breath. Camera.
Take two.
“I understand that I might have hurt you.”
Ahem.
I carefully unclench Alpha’s fists and fix his hair.
Otherwise that vein on his forehead is about to pop out and fly into the wall like a knife.
Alpha continues:
“But it’s hard for me to understand what exactly happened.”
“What happened? Are you serious?! How—” and off she goes.
Alpha is furious, smashing everything around him.
He already squeezed out something close to an apology even though he’s convinced he’s not guilty — and this hysterical—
Easy, Alpha. Easy. Easy.
I give him a massage and hiss at the director.
Shit, we should’ve added more coke!
The director throws his hands up.
“We’re out of coke. The mutt ate it all.”
I shake my head.
What kind of people are you?
See, darling, we’re back in the ring again.
Poker face.
Yes, I’m in a cropped top and shorts again.
Should we even be surprised that Alpha instantly felt better?
What a bastard.
Alright, breathe.
No, I’m not jumping around with those girls.
And no hugging them either.
Pull yourself together, Alpha.
Come on.
Ready?
Alpha nods.
Hey.
I said Alpha is nodding — not staring at my chest!
Come on, Alpha.
Alright, he’s here.
So we go back.
Lights. Camera.
“I understand that I might have hurt you, please repeat again what—”
She jumps up in fury.
“Repeat again? How many times?! Think for yourself!”
That’s it. She’s finished.
Alpha is furious. He’s ready to drown her.
Easy, easy, Alpha.
Damn, he’s explosive.
Easy.
Since the conversation isn’t working, we sit and wait.
Yeah, in separate rooms.
Everyone mad as hell.
This is called marriage, darling.
I shake my head.
No, I can’t comfort you that way.
Alpha, pull yourself together.
He pours himself some whiskey.
Leans against the kitchen island.
Let’s try again.
I nod.
Poker face.
Darling, my eyes are higher.
He nods.
Alright.
Come on, darling, pull yourself together.
We’re not enemies — we need to get it together.
We need to explain that we’re really trying to change, that Alpha was raised as a man and it’s damn hard to suddenly become a woman and, damn it, guess what happened.
That he’s sorry he didn’t notice the cat was on her period.
Or that the whale population dropped because he buys shampoo in plastic bottles.
Alpha truly doesn’t give a damn about that — but we have to pull it together for her.
So we sit down and say, “Tell me what happened.”
She rises into her usual hysteria.
Then Alpha starts growling.
“I’m trying to figure this out. Please help me understand what’s wrong.”
She says she’s not going to tolerate this.
And Alpha, out of rage, hits her with a chair.
Alright, alright.
No. Not like that.
Seriously.
We just wait.
Until she exhales.
I mean for real — then we’ll come back to the conversation.
Right now she’s just manipulating, running her usual scenario.
Honestly, it’s bullshit.
Not because Alpha is tired of this shit.
But because she’s begging for attention.
It’s like kids.
When they do something awful that drives their parents insane.
The logic comes straight out of an ass, but what can you say?
For children, attention equals love.
Even bad attention — yelling, screaming — it’s still attention.
And for a child, attention is always love.
Same thing here.
Honestly, she’s so upset that he’s not giving her attention that she has to play dirty.
Easy, easy, easy.
Alpha.
I know, I know. You’re in shock.
You’re just in shock.
But what can I say? Women live in a different world.
The logic goes like this:
Right now she’ll sulk,
and he’ll spend the whole day hovering over her.
He’ll be all hers — attentive, caring, gentle.
He’ll be like a dog on its hind legs.
Can this happen without a scandal?
Yes.
But then the question to Alpha is:
How did it get to the point where she has to become twitchy and hysterical just to get a drop of his attention?!
Yeah, boys.
It’s complete bullshit.
So Alpha’s brain is boiling.
He’s in shock.
What can I say?
Go jerk off.
But seriously — we need to think.
Go for a walk.
Or drive somewhere.
We need to think.
Deeply and seriously.
We need to, Alpha. We need to.
Yes, me and my cropped top will go with you, don’t worry.
I’m here.
That’s how it works.
Female logic. Female world. That’s how it is, Alpha.
Jesus Christ.
Pull yourself together, Alpha.
Stop thinking about the top and the bumps in the road.
No.
Surface.
Alright.
We need to adjust.
Not because Alpha is weak.
But because he’s strong.
And he’s a man.
He has to yield.
She’s a girl, Alpha.
Remember?
Just like the ones you grew up with.
Just like the ones in kindergarten.
Remember how girls are?
They cry.
They braid dolls’ hair.
They scream.
They shriek.
And Alpha —
They always hug the boys.
They always comfort them.
Remember, Alpha?
She’s that same girl. She just grew up.
But the boy didn’t.
He’s still the same selfish bastard who can’t see past his own nose.
And she’s hurt, Alpha.
She loves him so much, and he’s always at work.
Does she mean nothing to him anymore?
Does she no longer make his heart race?
Is she no longer beautiful?
Alpha, you can’t do that.
She’s home alone. She’s crying. She’s sad, friend.
Don’t leave her alone.
For you it’s simple — you’re strong, you can choke down your feelings.
But the girl?
She’ll hug a toy and cry alone in bed.
That’s not right, friend.
Turn the car around.
Let’s go get flowers.
We’ll get a huge bouquet.
Buy something beautiful as a gift and go back.
Alpha at the door.
Deep exhale.
Remember, man — she’s a little girl.
Friend, she’s just a girl.
Even with her nasty outbursts and hysterics, she loves you very much.
Alpha opens the door.
The woman stands there like, “What the hell are you doing here, you freak?”
We breathe. Breathe.
Yes, we gave in — and it’s still not enough.
Never enough.
Easy, Alpha. Easy.
Easy.
She doesn’t know what changed in us.
Alpha, she’s not going through the transformation.
Friend, she’s still exactly where she was.
In her world, you’re still the freak who forgot again and will forget her again.
Remember, Alpha —
She doesn’t know you’re already different.
What a silly woman.
Oh well.
Come on, friend.
Yeah! What?!
I changed — I can’t show up looking like a whore in front of her.
Alright, man.
We’ll sit down and hug her.
If she lets us.
Then we’ll get her ready.
We’ll say we’re going shopping.
She’ll start squealing,
saying he’s lost his mind.
Alpha looks at me.
I spread my hands.
What did you expect? She’s never seen you like this. She’s in shock.
If she really won’t listen —
Then throw her over your shoulder and let’s go.
Yes, I’m serious.
Just like that.
And we go.
If a woman is angry — she’s hungry.
Take her to a restaurant.
Yes, but far from the city center. If someone finds out our woman showed up in a robe and God knows what else, that’ll hit our reputation.
Alpha looks at me.
What?!
I know that for boys prestige is like dick size is to an elephant.
Yeah, I know.
What?!
Alright, we’ll feed her.
Then shopping.
Let her spend as much as she wants.
Great.
She’ll exhale.
Alpha is the best.
She’ll be in shock.
And a bunch of compliments.
Alpha will light a cigarette.
Finally.
He’ll never get tired of compliments.
That’s it.
Then we’ll go home.
And at home we’ll ask her.
Straight. No games.
What happened?
She’ll tell us.
We’ll exhale, remember it, and we won’t hurt her like that again.
Key:
No matter what happened, no matter what she got offended by, the fact is always the same — she needs attention.
She wants attention.
So the problem is solved accordingly.
Key:
If the problem is handled with a face like “here, woman, take the card and leave me alone,” nothing will work.
Alpha has to be present. He has to love her and take care of her.
Attention, boys.
She needs attention.
Not money.
She needs Alpha — his time, his looks, his warmth.
She wants to know he loves her. That he values her.
So once again, boys —
Don’t let it get to this point in the first place.
A woman should be fed, satisfied, smothered with love.
There shouldn’t be hysterics and fights.
Hysterics are the first sign that Alpha is handling things badly.
And she doesn’t feel loved.
Key:
Every human wants to know they’re loved and valued.
For women, it’s especially critical.
Phew. I’m tired.
I’m going for a massage.
Alright, boys, line up.
Marriage needs to be put back in order.
And one more thing —
https://youtube.com/shorts/ojoXrJn2lt0?si=SEnpnKWvFsVZJ5yAWe trust Bob Proctor.
Even when he called himself stupid.
We still believe Proctor.
We believe you, man
And boys, we totally condemn this.
So not mature.
Very childish.
We’re just ashamed to even look at it.
https://youtube.com/shorts/t5ul7e_O1uE?si=PgvGbVkOgNdbmEXNAnd this one
https://youtube.com/shorts/Y_s_2MvPApw?si=SRJcnRRq9IA9nCbShttps://youtube.com/shorts/KPby4Q2XQJ0?si=o22_HSpTZUuCpVNUBoys, we can’t even look at this.
It’s embarrassing.
Painfully embarrassing.
