In my primary post about oneitis, I said that oneitis is the greatest killer of men there is, and the greatest bane of a man’s existence. A killer of the soul. No story is a better example of this than the recent news about Afghanistan General and CIA Director David Patraeus.
If you have no idea who David Patraeus is (and shame on if you if you don’t, because if you’re an American you should) he was the general in command USCENTCOM, as well as all US and ISAF forces during the latter part of the war in Afghanistan, and if that wasn’t enough, he then became Director of the CIA.
This man was an absolute Alpha badass. This guy was doing 50 pushups within a few days of getting shot in the chest with an M-16. A while after that he broke his pelvis while jumping out of an airplane. No problem.
Guns can’t stop him. Jumping out of a plane and landing on his hip can’t stop him. Entire armies can’t stop him.
But oneitis? It easily kicked his candy ass, just as if he was the typical pussy beta.
Despite the fact he “spoke with contempt” when talking about officers who cheated on their wives, Patraeus cheated on his wife by fucking his biographer, Paula Broadwell, who herself was married. When Broadwell got word that another chick (Jill Kelley) might have been fucking Patraeus (and apparently she wasn’t), Broadwell went into irrational-bitch mode and started harassing Kelley. Kelley reported her to to the FBI, and that was that. Word got out about the affair, and last week Patraeus resigned in disgrace.
That’s not the whole story. It never is.
Patraeus didn’t just fuck this woman. He got oneitis. At one point she tried to separate from him, but in pure Needy Alpha fashion he had hardcore oneitis, the killer of men. He continued to send her literally thousands of emails anyway, so that she would hopefully Take Him Back™.
The quintessential definition of the Needy Alpha is a tough, strong, confident, masculine Alpha who is outcome dependent and gets oneitis despite all of this. That’s exactly what we have here with Patraeus. It’s beyond tragic.
I don’t care of how tough you are. I don’t care how masculine you are. I don’t care how Alpha you are. I don’t care what you’ve accomplished in your life. If you can’t handle your oneitis, you will never achieve long term happiness, you will never maintain happiness, and you will never be the man you could be.
Get your oneitis desires handled. Or lose.
Update: Here’s another one. A secret service agent, married man and father, just killed himself after it was discovered he carried on a “years long” affair with a woman from Mexico. Are you getting the point yet?