I can only imagine the amount of self-guilt a lot of men carry around for so long. Wasting years chasing vibes instead of value, waking up one day realizing they have nothing—no life skills, no education, no real foundation. Just a highlight reel of temporary wins that never added up to a real life.

And the crazy part? Society gasses them up for years to believe that as long as they’ve got a fresh lineup, some designer sneakers, and decent dick, they’re good. That’s the scam. The false sense of security that tricks men into thinking they’re “winning” when they’re actually being set up for failure.

Because the truth always hits eventually. You can ignore it in your 20s when your DMs are popping and women are still entertaining the potential of you. But then 30 comes. Then 35. And suddenly, the same lifestyle that made you feel like a king starts to feel real small. The women you used to play with? They’ve moved on. The dudes you were running the streets with? Half of them are either locked up, dead, washed up, or trying to play catch-up. And you? You’re left with nothing but a gut full of regret.

That’s what nobody talks about—the internal guilt. The years wasted on the wrong priorities. The silent shame of realizing you’ve played yourself out of opportunities. That moment when you look around and see that everyone has leveled up but you.

And I truly wonder—what does that feel like? To know you spent a decade flexing, but now you have no real options? No assets, no security, just memories… and child support.

I just need men to start thinking ahead. To stop measuring success by how many women they can get and start measuring it by how well they can keep themselves together. Because sexy and broke is only cute for so long. Eventually, reality comes knocking. And I can’t imagine the weight of that regret but I’m starting to create my own theories simply from observations.

Xoxo, Drea