Game Theory, Part 4: Epilogue

Plenty of people are not in the game, and have no status in the hierarchy. If you aren’t on the market, as it were, you aren’t in the game. You need not try to identify with any of these labels, but it helps to discern the meaning of how others respond to you in any given situation. For example, lots of exceptional ladies are treated as potential Tier Ones until the gamers realize the babe in question has opted out. The Alphas will move on, the Betas may later, but Deltas and Gammas don’t change their game a bit. Her lack of interaction on the game level is not entirely the point. A very large element of understanding how our world works requires familiarity with this socio-sexual model.

It may help if you understand where I am coming from in writing this. I refuse to participate in the game. The system has no claim on me. Were I to be involved in the game, I have no doubt the sytem would treat me as a Gamma. Somewhere early in my life I came to terms with the rejection on some instinctive level and simply withdrew. By the time it became physically possible for me to score, and before it became socially probable, I committed myself to the Christian ideal of sexual purity. That effectively ends any active participation in the game. When the time came for selecting a partner, I was in a totally different market, with entirely different rules. But I believe I understand the game model, even if only on my own terms.

I lack the physical endowments of an Alpha; genetics is a major factor. Purely as an accident of circumstance have I found myself in my element during brief episodes of life. During those few moments, I was the man to beat, and others handled me as Alpha, but only because there weren’t any real Alphas around. It was never my character. There was flirtation aplenty in those moments, but I don’t recall being conscious of genuine sexual offers, and was contemptuous of the prowl. Far more often, I was treated as a Beta, though I turned down the sexual offers I recognized in those settings. That was during the years I tried so hard to compromise with the mainstream socio-sexual system. I got over that. But I can’t possibly claim to be a Sigma.

By no means would any Alpha consider me a threat because they don’t take me seriously. Betas do because they are less self-absorbed. Part of my rejection of the game is a rejection of the whole social structure, of even Western Civilization itself. I have openly professed my desire and intent to see it destroyed, so the Betas, as guardians of the existing socio-sexual hierarchy, can’t ignore me when they become aware of me. The line between a madman and a visionary is blurred, and I am committed to destroying game as a prominent objective in my vision. This is hardly a matter of bitterness, since I am married to my one and only, and utterly contented sexually. Yes, all of us face temptations, even at my age, but I have so far been unyielding in my rejection.

The hostility I feel to the socio-sexual hierarchy is not at all personal, and my ego is neither fragile nor flimsy. My steadfast zeal comes from my sense of calling, an eternal fire which fell down from Heaven. I’m not hoping simply to burn everyone’s maps of reality, but to redefine mapping itself. Nor do I suffer delusions of grandeur, imagining I’ll claim my place at the center of human attention in some future society in any sense, much less in a socio-sexual hierarchy. I’ll be only too happy with my very marginal part in hastening what I see as the inevitable end of this sordid passage of human history.

I’m a Gamma with a great big grin.