Don't Pity the Poor Omega
In which we consider the advantages of the outcast
It’s easy to forget the men at the bottom of the totem pole. But, speaking as one who spent about nine years there from elementary school through junior high, their feelings, hopes, and dreams are no less legitimate or real than anyone else’s, even if no one else cares.
There are many reasons proposed as to why men develop in such a way as to render themselves incapable of operating within the Socio-Sexual Hierarchy. But here at Sigma Game, we are less concerned with the questions of Why and How, as we remain focused on the primary question of What in seeking to see the reality of human relations as they actually are rather than how we imagine they could be if only people were not people.
While people tend to pity Omegas on the rare occasions that they happen to notice them, Omegas are not necessarily unhappy men. While social rejection is certainly painful, Omegas also enjoy a certain freedom that no other kind of man except the Sigma can truly understand, and since they are outside the game, they are not susceptible to the stresses and the pressures and the tedium that it relentlessly imposes upon everyone involved in it.
If you’ve ever said “forget it, I’m not getting out of bed today” and simply ignored the world from dawn ‘til dusk, then perhaps you have experienced a small fraction of the blissful freedom that the Omega enjoys literally all the time. Although it is possible that I’m projecting Sigma feelings onto the Omegas; perhaps an Omega here can set me straight on whether I’m reading this properly.
All I know is that one of the best days of my life was spent on July 4th one summer, when not even the promise of fun, sun, blondes in bikinis, and a sure-thing date was sufficient to overcome the thought of having to go outside and be social all day. I managed to stay in bed for 18 straight hours, just reading a bit here and there in between naps and ignoring all the phone calls, before my date finally showed up at the house at sunset, dragged me out of bed in time to see the fireworks, and ruined what had been up until then an absolutely perfect day.
So, I don’t pity the poor Omega. Not at all. Doing whatever you want all the time, with no burdens, no responsibilities, and no one asking anything of you or telling you to do anything? That sounds rather more like Heaven than Hell, at least to me.
If anything, we should envy the poor bastards.
It's like everyone is playing a game that isn't real, but must be real because they are making all of the gestures that people make when they play games. They are holding invisible cards, rolling dice that aren't there, and moving see-through pieces on a board that doesn't exist. The Omega lacks that "sixth" social sense, and can only perceive the social dimension of reality indirectly through its effects.
I think a certain amount of meekness is innate to the Omega because of this. They can't see something that has to be there. Like how you'll never see a blind person running recklessly down a hallway, you'll never encounter an Omega getting hysterical or engaging in performance over something or other; it's only zero or one hundred. Maybe you'll catch them quietly shuffling out of eyesight holding a gas can and a lighter, though.
Maybe you are projecting that sense of social freedom a bit. I think Omegas suffer from a sort of nebulous anxiety that has no single source, just that sense of stumbling around in the dark at all times.
I got bullied a lot in middle school. My mother thought I was a loser and rejected me. I eventually left high school early and set off on my own adventure. Nobody cared what I did, so I could do whatever I wanted. I tried a few things and had spectacular failures, then found not exactly success, but a place in the world at the bottom of the heap. My older brother and sister were very well behaved school and church kids and have totally flamed out. I have a job I like, even if it's crappy. I have a Latina mail order bride who's nice to me 2/3s of the time and is a giant pain in the ass 1/3 of the time. We have a boy who is mildly autistic and own a small house in a nice suburb.
I was thinking about how I learned to date in my mid 30's and I thought to myself, "Hey, I figured everything out myself. I've done a pretty poor job of it but not bad considering the circumstances." I though of the movie Stripes, where the recruits finished training themselves after the drill instructor was injured. They put on a terrible but spirited drill performance at graduation and the general asks them, "Do you mean to say you finished your training yourselves?" And Bill Murray tells him, "That's the fact, Jack!"
The main problem I have these days is guys I think you would have to describe as Gammas trying to cause trouble for me. They are mostly not competent at their job and not good employees, but they go behind my back and complain about me. Most of these guys eventually left under pressure. My Bravo/Delta boss was protecting me, but he got fired so I think I will just get another job.
Bullies seem to me to be mostly Gammas, because people higher up have better things to do with their time. People who are on the social scale, but low need to screw with people at the bottom to reassure themselves.