Quachil
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Imagine getting a girlfriend, and having to answer to a demanding, gossipy, ran-through, 5'2 4/10 ogress-lite that gets a little fatter each month. "If you don't do [laundry list] you are not a real man". After about 3 years of putting up with you, she will probably cuck you with some guy from the closest bar. Even if he is laughably worse than you overall, when you figure out the devastating truth, she will give you a half-assed apology while focusing on the ONE characteristic about him that's actually a little better than your own characteristic, e.g. he's slightly handsomer, or slightly taller, or slightly "nicer" than you, whatever the fuck that means. Then she ends it with "If you don't forgive me you are not a real man."
Imagine having done so much looksmaxxing, getting your height from 5'6 to 5'10, saving up so much for so long at your wagie cage to save up to pay for a 2 month excruciating spine/leg/arm/rib/shoulder lengthening procedure, smashing the bone in your skull, effectively altering your DNA, doing 4 years of exercise, waxing/getting clear skin. Imagine after all those years of pain just to become a normie, you're going to the club and trying to ignore your gut that screams at you that she's been ran through by all the Chads dancing around her because "that's misogynistic thoughts teehee try to be open-minded", putting up with her attitude and thousand cock stare, having wined and dined this foid, having bought her gifts such as jewelry and williams-sonoma type rare pricey spices n shit, going for joyrides in the new whip that she doesn't know was extremely fucking difficult for you to obtain, having her in your small ass house/apartment, all while she'll make snide remarks here and there about "oh your place is kind of dirty/small/whatever" "why do you not clean your car enough". Imagine all of this effort, and one night, she fucking steals some of your shit, decides to get ran through with some other guys, and ghosts you.
Oh wait, I don't have to imagine it.
Why is that? Because any progress I make in life is for ME and ME ONLY. I refuse to fall for any foid's trickery and thottery. I refuse to simp. I wouldn't even want to be a sugar daddy if I could. The way foids operate and gain things is vampiric, and so any affection I show them is BY DEFINITION my loss. Even if the sugar baby offering herself were a 10/10 I'd rather watch her starve to death on the streets than have her in my bed while knowing that the minute a slightly better alternative to me exists, that she will vanish. If there is a god, it put me here for only one possible reason - to be self-serving. But of course, a world full of self-serving people would never tell you the rules. It wouldn't be in any self-serving individual's self-interest to tell you that they are being self-serving. Hell, it's not even in my own self-interest to tell you this if this is the case, but I'm doing so anyway because this place is a great outlet, and I am also a person that feels like exploding when I feel the truth goes unacknowledged, whether a big or small truth.
I do not believe I have a 0% chance with women - I honestly think I could pull some girl if I got out there enough, like maybe 1 within 3 years of constantly going to clubs/parties/whatever. But what do we mean by pull? It's just a ONS of course. Just 30 minutes of attention. Then she's gone. What was a golden experience to me, will be just one more side dish for her. So if that's the amount of effort it takes just for a half hour of attention, then fuck everything. I exist for myself.
Imagine having done so much looksmaxxing, getting your height from 5'6 to 5'10, saving up so much for so long at your wagie cage to save up to pay for a 2 month excruciating spine/leg/arm/rib/shoulder lengthening procedure, smashing the bone in your skull, effectively altering your DNA, doing 4 years of exercise, waxing/getting clear skin. Imagine after all those years of pain just to become a normie, you're going to the club and trying to ignore your gut that screams at you that she's been ran through by all the Chads dancing around her because "that's misogynistic thoughts teehee try to be open-minded", putting up with her attitude and thousand cock stare, having wined and dined this foid, having bought her gifts such as jewelry and williams-sonoma type rare pricey spices n shit, going for joyrides in the new whip that she doesn't know was extremely fucking difficult for you to obtain, having her in your small ass house/apartment, all while she'll make snide remarks here and there about "oh your place is kind of dirty/small/whatever" "why do you not clean your car enough". Imagine all of this effort, and one night, she fucking steals some of your shit, decides to get ran through with some other guys, and ghosts you.
Oh wait, I don't have to imagine it.
Why is that? Because any progress I make in life is for ME and ME ONLY. I refuse to fall for any foid's trickery and thottery. I refuse to simp. I wouldn't even want to be a sugar daddy if I could. The way foids operate and gain things is vampiric, and so any affection I show them is BY DEFINITION my loss. Even if the sugar baby offering herself were a 10/10 I'd rather watch her starve to death on the streets than have her in my bed while knowing that the minute a slightly better alternative to me exists, that she will vanish. If there is a god, it put me here for only one possible reason - to be self-serving. But of course, a world full of self-serving people would never tell you the rules. It wouldn't be in any self-serving individual's self-interest to tell you that they are being self-serving. Hell, it's not even in my own self-interest to tell you this if this is the case, but I'm doing so anyway because this place is a great outlet, and I am also a person that feels like exploding when I feel the truth goes unacknowledged, whether a big or small truth.I do not believe I have a 0% chance with women - I honestly think I could pull some girl if I got out there enough, like maybe 1 within 3 years of constantly going to clubs/parties/whatever. But what do we mean by pull? It's just a ONS of course. Just 30 minutes of attention. Then she's gone. What was a golden experience to me, will be just one more side dish for her. So if that's the amount of effort it takes just for a half hour of attention, then fuck everything. I exist for myself.
