Mythical Chadpreet
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As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be a Chad. To me, being a Chad was better than being President of the United States. It was the only life worth living. Even before I first watched them dominate the social circle, I knew I wanted to be one of them. It was there that I knew that I belonged, or at least, where I should have belonged. To me, it meant being somebody in the neighborhood of nobodies.
They weren’t bound by the same rules as anybody else. I mean, they did whatever they wanted, they could show up late, barely groomed, and still be the best-looking guy in the room. When others made a mistake it was a social death sentence whereas their mistakes were just considered charming. They didn't have hobbies or achievements their existence was the achievement. Their opinions weren't smarter, but they were the only opinions that mattered.
They could approach any girl at any venue with minimal efforts and the women would immediately break out the most genuine, widest smile you ever saw. They could walk into a room, barely glance around, and the women would immeadiately shift their entire focus from the manlet Jestermaxxed normie to appreciating the Chad's existence with their female friends gossiping about how he makes them wetter than the amazon river. They could show every red flag in the book, and the women would call them complex or misunderstood.
They weren’t bound by the same rules as anybody else. I mean, they did whatever they wanted, they could show up late, barely groomed, and still be the best-looking guy in the room. When others made a mistake it was a social death sentence whereas their mistakes were just considered charming. They didn't have hobbies or achievements their existence was the achievement. Their opinions weren't smarter, but they were the only opinions that mattered.
They could approach any girl at any venue with minimal efforts and the women would immediately break out the most genuine, widest smile you ever saw. They could walk into a room, barely glance around, and the women would immeadiately shift their entire focus from the manlet Jestermaxxed normie to appreciating the Chad's existence with their female friends gossiping about how he makes them wetter than the amazon river. They could show every red flag in the book, and the women would call them complex or misunderstood.
