sub6manletnozygos
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as a 25 yo khhv - mothers friendly basement dweller, who has not even sustained a 1 min conversation with a grill and who spends hours staring at the wall living in my internal fantasy lands, I believe I am in love with the idea of falling in love.
sadly we live in a highly sexually charged society, where the majority is all too eager to lead a life of dopaminergic desesitivity, incapacity for delayed gratification and low pair bonding, a function of technology, media bombardment, cultural dishonesty and hypergamy.
this, in addition to my subhuman face and 6'1 manletism, renders the probability of finding and developing mutual and enduring love with a grill, effectively null. yet, why do i not give up hope? i am acutely aware of society decline and its sociological effects.
why does this hope for love continue to languish in the abyss of my mind, only to spring up with an almost always renewed fervor whenever i least expect it? my cup of hope is always half full and it taunts me as a ghostly waif of delusion.
sadly we live in a highly sexually charged society, where the majority is all too eager to lead a life of dopaminergic desesitivity, incapacity for delayed gratification and low pair bonding, a function of technology, media bombardment, cultural dishonesty and hypergamy.
this, in addition to my subhuman face and 6'1 manletism, renders the probability of finding and developing mutual and enduring love with a grill, effectively null. yet, why do i not give up hope? i am acutely aware of society decline and its sociological effects.
why does this hope for love continue to languish in the abyss of my mind, only to spring up with an almost always renewed fervor whenever i least expect it? my cup of hope is always half full and it taunts me as a ghostly waif of delusion.
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