kierkegaard
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I've had two 'serious' relationships in my life. After six months to a year, the relationship is automatically deemed serious, and more time after that just makes it even more 'serious.' The one who deems this, of course, is the foid. Like all other things in a relationship, the foid is the alpha and the omega. The more 'serious' the relationship, the harder it is for you to escape. This is the sole functionality of the designation. The more 'serious,' the more you will be reviled by all when you decide it's not for you. The louder the foid will shriek when you sit her down. The more frequently the foid will call you, weeping and screaming, blubbering into your voicemail.
The purpose of all relationships is to trap you and subsequently use you as an emotional tampon. That's all, really. All the problems in her life will be expelled onto you on a daily basis, and you will be there solely as a comforting mechanism. Foids cannot deal with emotional issues on their own. This is even deemed by the foid as 'holding something in' (a symptom of your toxic masculinity) and even being deceptive towards the foid, as you are expected to blurt out everything that occurs in your head, as it does to you.
You are expected to welcome all complaining from the foid. It cannot be emotionally draining in the slightest, as you will be 'denying her her emotions' and subsequently labeled a horrible toxic man.
You will constantly be asked questions about the relationship you couldn't possibly answer honestly. "Do you consider me your life partner?" "We're going to [insert arbitrary life fantasy that's supposed to fix all of life's problems, like moving to a random place, here], right?" Unless you want to break up on the spot and endure the aforementioned shrieks, you must answer in the affirmative, and even embellish in a way that is pleasing to the foid. Later, of course, this will all be used against you if you try to escape or even loosen the noose around your neck. You are a liar! You repeatedly affirmed your unremitting obedience, and now your ambivalence comes as a horrible shock.
You will no longer be able to do anything you like doing. You'll be cooking expensive foid recipes off the New York Times list. I hope you like destroying your mind with three hours of Netflix and Tuscan soup nightly.
Countless hours of your life will be wasted 'cuddling' together. You will stare off into space while she regresses into an infant, clutching at you for mindless comfort. She will stare at you wordlessly and mindlessly for mind-numbing amounts of time. I know many incels cherish this, but it gets old. You'll soon fantasize about slapping her when she stares at you like a goon.
You will become part of her identity, part of her psyche. Above all else, HERS. Her possession of you must, above all else in her life, be certain.
You're hers.
You will always be there.
You will never leave.
There is no escape.
The purpose of all relationships is to trap you and subsequently use you as an emotional tampon. That's all, really. All the problems in her life will be expelled onto you on a daily basis, and you will be there solely as a comforting mechanism. Foids cannot deal with emotional issues on their own. This is even deemed by the foid as 'holding something in' (a symptom of your toxic masculinity) and even being deceptive towards the foid, as you are expected to blurt out everything that occurs in your head, as it does to you.
You are expected to welcome all complaining from the foid. It cannot be emotionally draining in the slightest, as you will be 'denying her her emotions' and subsequently labeled a horrible toxic man.
You will constantly be asked questions about the relationship you couldn't possibly answer honestly. "Do you consider me your life partner?" "We're going to [insert arbitrary life fantasy that's supposed to fix all of life's problems, like moving to a random place, here], right?" Unless you want to break up on the spot and endure the aforementioned shrieks, you must answer in the affirmative, and even embellish in a way that is pleasing to the foid. Later, of course, this will all be used against you if you try to escape or even loosen the noose around your neck. You are a liar! You repeatedly affirmed your unremitting obedience, and now your ambivalence comes as a horrible shock.
You will no longer be able to do anything you like doing. You'll be cooking expensive foid recipes off the New York Times list. I hope you like destroying your mind with three hours of Netflix and Tuscan soup nightly.
Countless hours of your life will be wasted 'cuddling' together. You will stare off into space while she regresses into an infant, clutching at you for mindless comfort. She will stare at you wordlessly and mindlessly for mind-numbing amounts of time. I know many incels cherish this, but it gets old. You'll soon fantasize about slapping her when she stares at you like a goon.
You will become part of her identity, part of her psyche. Above all else, HERS. Her possession of you must, above all else in her life, be certain.
You're hers.
You will always be there.
You will never leave.
There is no escape.
