EverythingMattersCel
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Just a typical day of a 22 KHV incel walking back from a session of gym-celling. It's around 10:15 PM and I notice a ginger cat in a driveway by the pub.
I thought... damn... I'm completely out of touch with humanity but this might be a great opportunity for me to soul bond with a different species. It would be a great confidence builder. What's the worst that could happen? Cats are a different kind of pussy. They don't give you disgusted looks and say "eww" for being in their presence.
So I approach this pussycat with my chad gait. We make a bit of eye contact and I give him (or her?) a nod of approval. I look for a few seconds and slowly blink to prove I am not a bad guy. It stares back at me blankly. I slowly lower my hand so the cat can smell it. He/she smells it for a second and keeps looking at me. I go to gently pet its head and the cat gives me a disgusted look that a foid would give an ugly man at the club.
It casually turns away and pretends I don't exist.
The whole thing gave me an electric shock of PTSD from the way girls have treated me in the past. I ran away from the scene and said repeatedly, "it's over, it's over, it's over...", with my head in my hands. Got back home and watched the latest episode of Love Island before documenting yet another rejection on .org.
All I wanted to do was pet the kitty. Was I not confident enough? Did it detect my bad personality? I'm left pondering what I did wrong to deserve such harsh rejection. Can I catch a break from anything at this point? All I see is rejection around every corner.
I thought... damn... I'm completely out of touch with humanity but this might be a great opportunity for me to soul bond with a different species. It would be a great confidence builder. What's the worst that could happen? Cats are a different kind of pussy. They don't give you disgusted looks and say "eww" for being in their presence.
So I approach this pussycat with my chad gait. We make a bit of eye contact and I give him (or her?) a nod of approval. I look for a few seconds and slowly blink to prove I am not a bad guy. It stares back at me blankly. I slowly lower my hand so the cat can smell it. He/she smells it for a second and keeps looking at me. I go to gently pet its head and the cat gives me a disgusted look that a foid would give an ugly man at the club.
It casually turns away and pretends I don't exist.
The whole thing gave me an electric shock of PTSD from the way girls have treated me in the past. I ran away from the scene and said repeatedly, "it's over, it's over, it's over...", with my head in my hands. Got back home and watched the latest episode of Love Island before documenting yet another rejection on .org.
All I wanted to do was pet the kitty. Was I not confident enough? Did it detect my bad personality? I'm left pondering what I did wrong to deserve such harsh rejection. Can I catch a break from anything at this point? All I see is rejection around every corner.
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