[Story] Year Of The Pig: A 2019 In The Life Of FrothySolutions

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"Memento Mogee" or "Tell Me What You Don't Like About Yourself"

From the start of 2019 all the way through to the end, I'm gonna try to inventory my day. I'm gonna try to do this every day. Probably at the end of the day to make sure I've inventoried everything. Or maybe I'll do multiple posts in a day. I don't know yet. But at least for today, January 1st, this is my journal. A year in the life of me, an oldcel called FrothySolutions.

Why am I doing this? Because Master over on Incels.is said I could. Now he did say this over on Incels.is, but I figure if it's allowed there, it's allowed here. And it's probably safer to post it here because Looksmax is a little more open to what might be considered bragging. And if by some crime of nature I ascend, I can't post that over on Incels.is.

Nah, but seriously folks, I'm actually afraid of getting burned for worship. Which is another thing Looksmax is more open to. And Offtopic is pretty safe out of the way so this shouldn't bother anyone. But why make a journal at all? Because I gotta take stock. "Self-authoring" I think they call it. The years are either speeding by, or stretching out so far that stuff I thought happened in 2017 surprise me to reveal themselves to have happened in 2018. So if I write down my whole year, I'll have an actual record of what did and didn't happen, down to as minute and inconsequential the details as I choose. Thoughts that come to mind, attempts at doing things like a normal person, and so on. And I can look at what I did, the results I got, ask myself if I like those results, and if not? Make the necessary adjustments in 2020. Suppose I was inspired by Uninstall over on Incels.is. His saga of rejections. Maybe I wanna build my own sandcastle. My own small but gradual labor that grows into something big. Not necessarily interesting, but still, wow, he posted, like, every day, didn't he? Something like that. Or maybe I just feel the need to sperg out and this is my outlet. Or maybe if I put the words out in to the ether, a solution will come to me somehow. If I can get it out of the tangled and random cluster of impulses that is my mind as soon as possible, and get my hopes and dreams and fears into plain text.

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So it's the start of a new year. And there's something electric about it. Because a new year is just pure potential, isn't it? There's this feeling of "Anything can happen! I'm so excited to see what will happen!" This even affects the lowly incel. Maybe not the same as the privileged, but maybe at the start of the year the incel feels just the slightest lowering of inhibition and says "Well why not? Why not go to that bar? Just to see what happens?" Inn't that what the New Year is about? Inn't that the main appeal? Just seeing what will happen? And that's how it is for me too. Sometimes a year seems short, but I think if I write it all down I'll be surprised at how much stuff can surprise me in a year. So maybe I can try and put some purpose behind these days.

In the incel community you've probably heard of something called a "memento mori." It's basically some kind of image or thing or whatever to remind you of your mortality. And I always thought that was kind of a fucked up way to think and live. "Just a reminder: Don't get too happy because you're probably gonna die someday!" The incel community is full of "daily reminders" like these. And they're just the most minor of annoyances for me. But there is this one "daily reminder" that really speaks to me personally. It just perfectly encapsulates everything I want and why I can't have it. And that's why it's my exception to my rule about memento moris. I call it a "Memento Mogee." A reminder that I am mogged by the young, and their hang is not my hang. Even though I want it to be.

Here it is. This scene from Varsity Blues.


I would never creep on high schoolers, what I'm trying to recapture is a shot at college, not high school. But it's still pretty close. This bald guy,about 20+ years older than everyone there, is trying to be part of the crowd. He graduated in 1980 and that party is taking place in 1999. Yadda yadda yadda, the main Wide Receiver for West Caanan hits him in the nuts. Everyone laugh. I do think there's purpose in remembering certain limitations. As long as it's something more than "Everything is pointless because of human mortality." For instance, remembering your limitations might be important if you decide to fight a dragon. It serves the purpose of keeping you from getting eaten or barbecued or kept as a pet. Or hit in the nuts. But I think what really keeps me re-watching this scene is because I want to know my limitations and the things I don't like about myself so that I can know what my problem is and hopefully try to address it. Or take my problems to someone who can help me and get them fixed. I wanna say to someone "I feel like Robert Lott in Varsity Blues. What do I do? How can I be happy?" Maybe 2019 has the answer.
 
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"It's Over(?)" or "Who Will Wind The Clock While I Am Gone?"

It was the first day back to work in 2019. And what to my wondering eyes should appear? Several new security regulations at the office. Specifically, Internet security regulations. Filters, that is. And where once I was able to go on Looksmax and Incels.is, I can't anymore.

There's a lot I can deal with at work. But taking my Internet, that's one of those things. When you're like "That's it. This is my wake up call. I'm quitting this here job as soon as I am able." There's something really empowering about the thought of leaving a shitty job that makes that shitty job at least doable for the time being. Seinfeld had a bit about TV dinners that was similar in sentiment. The TV dinner is a useful wake-up call for the people who eat them. To make them look around and their lives and say "What am I doing? What is this life? I have to get out of this!" I've been working this same job for 10, if not 12 years. I forget when I started. And I have not had a single raise or promotion that I can recall. I just can't believe that after 10-12 years here I should still be where I am. I feel like I should be elsewhere in the company or something. So moments like losing my Internet, and drinking in the fact that I haven't made any progress in 10 years, they make me really consider taking up a new career somehow.

Like, maybe I should go back to college. There's that "pure potential" I was talking about. The thrill of starting something wholly new, and the wonders of what I might find. What if I just went back to college? Kick shit for a while, save some money, and then go back to college for something new? Something not in computers. Because computers, I've been doing that for 10 years and I haven't been able to move. And if I go somewhere else in the industry, they're gonna look at my 10 years of no progress and ask me "So why didn't you get promoted? That looks worrisome to me." Not unlike the plight of the incel. "You haven't had sex, ever? Why would you save yourself for so long? What? It's... involuntary celibacy you say? Eww... what's wrong with you? I feel like I should be worried." Because to most people, if you haven't had sex or gotten promoted, it's because you don't deserve it. Something's wrong with you that's keeping hirers and women away from you.

Fool as I am though, I'm still high off of the pure potential. So I'm like "Just what if, man? What if I just went for it?" What other jobs are out there that I could get that aren't in computers, but will still keep me fed?
 
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"It's Over(?)" or "Who Will Wind The Clock While I Am Gone?"

It was the first day back to work in 2019. And what to my wondering eyes should appear? Several new security regulations at the office. Specifically, Internet security regulations. Filters, that is. And where once I was able to go on Looksmax and Incels.is, I can't anymore.

There's a lot I can deal with at work. But taking my Internet, that's one of those things. When you're like "That's it. This is my wake up call. I'm quitting this here job as soon as I am able." There's something really empowering about the thought of leaving a shitty job that makes that shitty job at least doable for the time being. Seinfeld had a bit about TV dinners that was similar in sentiment. The TV dinner is a useful wake-up call for the people who eat them. To make them look around and their lives and say "What am I doing? What is this life? I have to get out of this!" I've been working this same job for 10, if not 12 years. I forget when I started. And I have not had a single raise or promotion that I can recall. I just can't believe that after 10-12 years here I should still be where I am. I feel like I should be elsewhere in the company or something. So moments like losing my Internet, and drinking in the fact that I haven't made any progress in 10 years, they make me really consider taking up a new career somehow.

Like, maybe I should go back to college. There's that "pure potential" I was talking about. The thrill of starting something wholly new, and the wonders of what I might find. What if I just went back to college? Kick shit for a while, save some money, and then go back to college for something new? Something not in computers. Because computers, I've been doing that for 10 years and I haven't been able to move. And if I go somewhere else in the industry, they're gonna look at my 10 years of no progress and ask me "So why didn't you get promoted? That looks worrisome to me." Not unlike the plight of the incel. "You haven't had sex, ever? Why would you save yourself for so long? What? It's... involuntary celibacy you say? Eww... what's wrong with you? I feel like I should be worried." Because to most people, if you haven't had sex or gotten promoted, it's because you don't deserve it. Something's wrong with you that's keeping hirers and women away from you.

Fool as I am though, I'm still high off of the pure potential. So I'm like "Just what if, man? What if I just went for it?" What other jobs are out there that I could get that aren't in computers, but will still keep me fed?
How old are you ?
 
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can u make a tl;dr for lowiq cels like me and @Swagwaffle
Rofl please do so . This is the most epic longest thread in looksmax history.
A TL;DR: is hard to do for a journal, because a journal is a collection of ramblings. But I'll try?





"XXX Marks the Spot" or "No College For Oldcels"

TL;DR: Another day at work, filter still bans Incels.is and Looksmax.org, but not Netflix. Also my back has started hurting ever since I got back to work. Building maintenance is taking the Christmas ornaments down around the building. Some people still have their Christmas lights up, but without snow on the ground it looks disappointing. I had a very expensive grilled cheese sandwich at the lunch truck parked outside the office building today. This lack of snow and affordable grilled cheese is making me reconsider living where I live. Maybe I should move. To a place with more tiddy and booty. Go to college at a place with more tiddy and booty. But what's a good fun place? Harpo's sounds like a fun place to be. But where is Harpo's? I'm on a mission to look at pictures and video of fun things happening and figure out where these fun things are taking place, and hopefully go and live in these fun places. But maybe the fun is happening all around me, and I'm not invited. Also, my toothbrush is bad at cleaning my teeth.


Another day on the grind. And ever since the work year started back up again I've been off kilter. It's not for lack of sleep, I got a full 8 hours and change last night but I was still racked with lower back pain and dry mouth all day. This didn't start until the day I went back to work. Sign after sign that my work situation isn't working. But though they've blocked Incels.is and Looksmax.org, what they haven't blocked was Netflix. So I watched that at work today. Apparently Netflix is letting me watch their movies for free? Last I checked that was an extra thing I had to pay extra for. With this, I'm like, why am I giving YouTube any of my money?

Also today, the building maintenance people are starting to take down the Christmas decorations at the office. Speaking of Christmas decorations, on the way to work some of the houses still had their Christmas decorations up. It's still early in the year. But there was no snow on the ground. Or in the air or anywhere. And it looked just... disappointing. Because it was a reminder of how it didn't snow all season. And how it barely snows at all anymore. For the past while, in my area at least, it's been a December with scarce snow, then sometime in January winter suddenly blows its load all over everything. But I checked the weather, and this year? It doesn't look like we'll even get that. Winter is getting shorter and shorter. It rained in Times Square during New Year's Eve. They say the last time that happened was 30 years ago. I don't remember it like that but it's true, apparently.

But here's the silver lining. One of the reasons I live where I live is because I like snow. Since I was a kid people talked to me about how they wanna live where it's summer all year long, or where the weather is milder, and things like that. But I always said "Yeah but I would miss snow at Christmas." Now it looks like I'm missing snow at Christmas no matter where I live. So now I don't have to be bound to where I am. And frankly, I've been looking for a reason to leave. And maybe live somewhere warmer. No snow? I have no reason to live somewhere cold.

It's all a part of this "New Year, New Me" buzz that I'm still feeling. Get out of this job somehow. Go back to college and get a better one. And also live somewhere a little more suited to me. Today there was a lunch truck outside selling sandwiches. And they had a grilled cheese for $7.00. And I thought "Oooh, grilled cheese." But when I bought it, like a lot of things in my life it eventually dawned on me how wrong it was. This sandwich, first of all I was expecting much bigger. And if I had just drifted though my life like I always do I maybe wouldn't have realized just how much of a scam that sandwich was, $7.00 doesn't feel like much when you're awash in the deliciousness of grilled cheese. It really gets you through the work day. But when you stop to think about it?

But more than to not have to deal with the filter at work, more than to not be gouged on grilled cheese, I wanna go to college and/or live somewhere else to live the life of an Ascended person.

I feel like I'm locationcel'd. So what I wanna try is surrounding myself with the right environment. The people I wanna interact with. The women I wanna interact with. They might not accept me, but I just wanna see what happens if I'm around. I feel like the environment I need to be in is either college, or college adjacent. Because that's where the culture of partying and hookups is. It's not ascension for ascension's sake I dream of. In my wildest dreams? I wanna do like they do on College Rules and State Snaps and things like that. And I only think it can happen in college. Why do I think this though? Other people have told me that people who aren't anywhere near a college somehow end up having sex. And I'm sure that's true, but... take this admittedly unrealistic hypothetical. Let's JUST SAY that a group of women wanna find hot guys to invite to their party where there will be drinking and probably physical intimacy of some kind. If they're not in college, surrounded by a community of peers, where are they gonna find people to invite? If I was a hot guy, how would they find me? Me and those women would have to somehow be within the same community. Because if we're strangers who have nothing to do with one another, how are they supposed to find me? On the street? But college, there are people everywhere. Peers everywhere. Who you don't know yet but would like to know. There's no other community quite like that but college or some kind of school. Some people say "Just ask your friends to ask their friends." That's not the same. It has to be looking around for people at random who are probably cool with college orgies. Friends of friends are too close. You probably already know them a little. I need to hook up with people who I only know as much as I would know, say, a classmate.

But it's not just any college environment I'm looking for. I have reason to believe some colleges aren't as conducive to this as others. In fact, some areas in general probably aren't as conducive to fun. I don't just mean in colleges. This is what I was getting at when I was talking about living somewhere else. I have these theories. Like, warm weather areas have more sexy people in them who think about sex. More than areas that have snow. Why? Because it's hot all the time in the non-snow areas. And so you wanna wear less clothes. And you don't wanna be unattractive, being as close to naked as you are. Beach cities probably have people in their bathing suits even when they're not going to the beach. It's just the way people dress, in case they do go to the beach. But that's not how it is up north. We're the land of sweatshirts and cheesesteaks. We have no reason to dress skimpy and every reason to cover our bodies. So we have less reason to worry about how are bodies look to people. In fact? We probably NEED to be fatter than the non-snow people. Notice how we're all fat? To protect ourselves against winter's devastating stroke? That's why all of the porn is in California. Why the Bang Bus patrols in Florida. And why a very dear to my heart College Rules video called "The Scavenger Hunt" also takes place in Florida. I forget which city, but the last time I watched it I was able to figure it out from the landmarks. When it came to my internal discussion about how I'm locationcel'd, the choice was either "Have a cozy and white Christmas with portly, humble sweatshirt wearers, or have a green and bright Christmas with women who spend a good portion of their year barely covering their sweat-drenched voluptuousness in denim cutoffs and bikini tops." It really was a hard choice. But climate change seems to have made the choice for me. In for a penny. If there's no snow anyway, I might as well go south.

Now you might be thinking "Your basing a lot of your endeavors on what you see in porn." If you're from IncelTears, you're definitely thinking that. And I know a lot of porn is fake. But I'm not basing my endeavors on porn in general. I'm basing my endeavors on pornographic content that is 100% real. Sexual encounters that I know are happening without being staged or paid for. I'm not hopping on PornHub and typing in "college," I'm not that sloppy. If anything, I'm hopping on YouPorn and typing in "college." I'm not seeking "porn" as it were. I'm seeking amateur accounts of things that actually happen. And maybe happen to be filmed or taken pictures of. And I ask myself "How do I get to do that?" What I do know is that I'm not seeing any of the fun stuff other incels are seeing and wishing they could participate in. People are all like "Browsing Tinder between 18-24 is suifuel, bikinis and booty shots." And I don't see this when I browse Tinder. People talk about all the beautiful and fun women at clubs. But my clubs are pretty average fare. Couples on the street? I'm not saying that's what I'm looking for, but that's another thing other incels are seeing and I'm not. I must be in the wrong place.

So where's a good place? What's a good metric? At first I thought I'd try looking for the places that have the most sex. But I thought on it, and you know what I should look for? The places that drink the most. Because I'm not looking for mere sex. I'm looking for sloppy, uninhibited debauchery. But not necessarily a tourist destination. It has to be part of the everyday life there. Some people suggest Las Vegas, but that's not what I mean. It's that way because it's "trying" to be. It's not so much part of the "culture" as it is part of the "market." But even this might not be enough to pin down a place I should go. For instance, 24/7 Wall Street says that states like North Dakota and Wisconsin are the drunkest states. And maybe I'm not in the know about North Dakota, but when I think "drunk," I have a very specific vision in mind. A little backstory. One of my great copes is prank phone calls. Mostly soundboard prank calls. And one of the soundboards people use is called "Drunk Girls (Lauren, Justine, & Ashley)." And the thing about the prank call/soundboard prank call community is, there's a lot of secrets and lost content. I wanted to provide the soundboard itself so you could listen to all of the sound clips at your leisure, but I can't find it. So here's the most recent prank phone call video using that soundboard.


I'm gonna have to ask NomadCowAtBK where to get the soundboards he uses. But these clips sound like the kind of women I wanna hang out with. This sounds like the kind of environment I wanna be in. And is North Dakota really famous for this? I think the "drunk" they're getting in places like these is more like "hunker down inside because it's cold" drunk. I don't think "drunkenness" necessarily means "party environment" in this case. So maybe just looking for drunkenness isn't accurate enough.

I think my most accurate means is finding actual pictures/video of fun things happening, and figuring out where they happened. For instance, Lauren, Justine, & Ashley mentioned that they were at Harpo's. Sounds like it's really fun at Harpo's. But where is Harpo's? NomadCowAtBK's channel seems to suggest that it's in Missouri. But there are several Harpo's across the country, I don't know if he's right guessing that the Missouri Harpo's is the fun one. Or "The Scavenger Hunt." What I know for true about "The Scavenger Hunt" is that students go/went to that school who were willing to do a series of sex related challenges. And they did. So if I was a student there, maybe I could find more people like that. Problem is, it can be hard pinpointing where these fun events are taking place and learning the stories behind them. For instance, State Snaps. They make a point to keep their submissions anonymous. Unless someone comes clean on Instagram and they don't always do that. But maybe I'll see a picture of some party and some college and some woman is letting people pour drinks on her ass. I think "I wish I could've been there. Is this the kind of school that does a lot of this kind of thing? What is this school?" And I did find a picture like that.


And I did try to find out where it took place and what the story behind it was. But so far my methods haven't turned up anything because State Snaps is anonymous. In fact, the original blog post it came from is gone now.

But I saw that, and I was like "These were the kinds of things I wanted to go to in college." I can't tell you all of the breadcrumbs I chased over this picture. I cannot recall the hours I spent poring over every frame in hopes that I might maybe be able to read that poster in the background or recognize a landmark that would tell me what place this is. The original blog post had the raw HD video and it had music. I even went as far as trying to identify the music, as if that would help me narrow this place down. So I can somehow be where things like this are happening. There's another picture that was really good, but not only do I not know where it came from, I don't even have the picture anymore. It was this guy in a college shirt, flanked by two naked girls covered in some kind of whipped cream. It was a text meme saying something to the effect of "This is what your parents would want you to waste their money on." Har har, sarcasm. I do believe it was a red shirt. But that picture, wow, I was like "This is the kind of life I wanted to live in college." And the events depicted in these pictures? We know for sure that they happened. So if it can happen to people, why can't it happen to me? How do I get it to happen to me? Make friends with naked creamy girls I see on campus?

Incels.is says "This kind of stuff happens at every college. Every college has women looking for hot guys to invite back to the dorm for a dick sharing." But I can't be sure of that just yet. But then, maybe it's me that's not conducive to fun. Because when I went to school, I know there was partying. I saw them lining the streets. I don't know if sex happened at those parties, but the fact is, I wasn't at those parties. So for all I know drunken debauchery did happen at my school, does happen at every school, but it only happens for the right people. And yet? I cannot find any amateur footage from my school on PornHub. Or YouPorn. One more thing though. What I don't want for myself is to be the "old guy" in any of these situations. I don't wanna go to college, or some college-adjacent social community, and be Rodney Dangerfield in Back to School. Or Will Ferrell in Old School. Or Melissa McCarthy in Life of the Party. You know the drill. I wanna blend in. Not stand out, even if they don't mind my being old. Because State Snaps does have the odd old man or woman, but every time they show they captions are like "Wow, someone old is doing this young thing!" And that's maybe what holds me back the most. That's maybe why I might not be conducive to fun. Because I'm too old for that kind of fun. The fun I wanna have, it's hiding from me.

I went home and brushed my teeth. I deliberately left food in my teeth from my day's meals to see if my toothbrush could get it, but it failed spectacularly. If I can't find a better location, maybe I need to find a better toothbrush.
 
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A TL;DR: is hard to do for a journal, because a journal is a collection of ramblings. But I'll try?





"XXX Marks the Spot" or "No College For Oldcels"

TL;DR: Another day at work, filter still bans Incels.is and Looksmax.org, but not Netflix. Also my back has started hurting ever since I got back to work. Building maintenance is taking the Christmas ornaments down around the building. Some people still have their Christmas lights up, but without snow on the ground it looks disappointing. I had a very expensive grilled cheese sandwich at the lunch truck parked outside the office building today. This lack of snow and affordable grilled cheese is making me reconsider living where I live. Maybe I should move. To a place with more tiddy and booty. Go to college at a place with more tiddy and booty. But what's a good fun place? Harpo's sounds like a fun place to be. But where is Harpo's? I'm on a mission to look at pictures and video of fun things happening and figure out where these fun things are taking place, and hopefully go and live in these fun places. But maybe the fun is happening all around me, and I'm not invited. Also, my toothbrush is bad at cleaning my teeth.


Another day on the grind. And ever since the work year started back up again I've been off kilter. It's not for lack of sleep, I got a full 8 hours and change last night but I was still racked with lower back pain and dry mouth all day. This didn't start until the day I went back to work. Sign after sign that my work situation isn't working. But though they've blocked Incels.is and Looksmax.org, what they haven't blocked was Netflix. So I watched that at work today. Apparently Netflix is letting me watch their movies for free? Last I checked that was an extra thing I had to pay extra for. With this, I'm like, why am I giving YouTube any of my money?

Also today, the building maintenance people are starting to take down the Christmas decorations at the office. Speaking of Christmas decorations, on the way to work some of the houses still had their Christmas decorations up. It's still early in the year. But there was no snow on the ground. Or in the air or anywhere. And it looked just... disappointing. Because it was a reminder of how it didn't snow all season. And how it barely snows at all anymore. For the past while, in my area at least, it's been a December with scarce snow, then sometime in January winter suddenly blows its load all over everything. But I checked the weather, and this year? It doesn't look like we'll even get that. Winter is getting shorter and shorter. It rained in Times Square during New Year's Eve. They say the last time that happened was 30 years ago. I don't remember it like that but it's true, apparently.

But here's the silver lining. One of the reasons I live where I live is because I like snow. Since I was a kid people talked to me about how they wanna live where it's summer all year long, or where the weather is milder, and things like that. But I always said "Yeah but I would miss snow at Christmas." Now it looks like I'm missing snow at Christmas no matter where I live. So now I don't have to be bound to where I am. And frankly, I've been looking for a reason to leave. And maybe live somewhere warmer. No snow? I have no reason to live somewhere cold.

It's all a part of this "New Year, New Me" buzz that I'm still feeling. Get out of this job somehow. Go back to college and get a better one. And also live somewhere a little more suited to me. Today there was a lunch truck outside selling sandwiches. And they had a grilled cheese for $7.00. And I thought "Oooh, grilled cheese." But when I bought it, like a lot of things in my life it eventually dawned on me how wrong it was. This sandwich, first of all I was expecting much bigger. And if I had just drifted though my life like I always do I maybe wouldn't have realized just how much of a scam that sandwich was, $7.00 doesn't feel like much when you're awash in the deliciousness of grilled cheese. It really gets you through the work day. But when you stop to think about it?

But more than to not have to deal with the filter at work, more than to not be gouged on grilled cheese, I wanna go to college and/or live somewhere else to live the life of an Ascended person.

I feel like I'm locationcel'd. So what I wanna try is surrounding myself with the right environment. The people I wanna interact with. The women I wanna interact with. They might not accept me, but I just wanna see what happens if I'm around. I feel like the environment I need to be in is either college, or college adjacent. Because that's where the culture of partying and hookups is. It's not ascension for ascension's sake I dream of. In my wildest dreams? I wanna do like they do on College Rules and State Snaps and things like that. And I only think it can happen in college. Why do I think this though? Other people have told me that people who aren't anywhere near a college somehow end up having sex. And I'm sure that's true, but... take this admittedly unrealistic hypothetical. Let's JUST SAY that a group of women wanna find hot guys to invite to their party where there will be drinking and probably physical intimacy of some kind. If they're not in college, surrounded by a community of peers, where are they gonna find people to invite? If I was a hot guy, how would they find me? Me and those women would have to somehow be within the same community. Because if we're strangers who have nothing to do with one another, how are they supposed to find me? On the street? But college, there are people everywhere. Peers everywhere. Who you don't know yet but would like to know. There's no other community quite like that but college or some kind of school. Some people say "Just ask your friends to ask their friends." That's not the same. It has to be looking around for people at random who are probably cool with college orgies. Friends of friends are too close. You probably already know them a little. I need to hook up with people who I only know as much as I would know, say, a classmate.

But it's not just any college environment I'm looking for. I have reason to believe some colleges aren't as conducive to this as others. In fact, some areas in general probably aren't as conducive to fun. I don't just mean in colleges. This is what I was getting at when I was talking about living somewhere else. I have these theories. Like, warm weather areas have more sexy people in them who think about sex. More than areas that have snow. Why? Because it's hot all the time in the non-snow areas. And so you wanna wear less clothes. And you don't wanna be unattractive, being as close to naked as you are. Beach cities probably have people in their bathing suits even when they're not going to the beach. It's just the way people dress, in case they do go to the beach. But that's not how it is up north. We're the land of sweatshirts and cheesesteaks. We have no reason to dress skimpy and every reason to cover our bodies. So we have less reason to worry about how are bodies look to people. In fact? We probably NEED to be fatter than the non-snow people. Notice how we're all fat? To protect ourselves against winter's devastating stroke? That's why all of the porn is in California. Why the Bang Bus patrols in Florida. And why a very dear to my heart College Rules video called "The Scavenger Hunt" also takes place in Florida. I forget which city, but the last time I watched it I was able to figure it out from the landmarks. When it came to my internal discussion about how I'm locationcel'd, the choice was either "Have a cozy and white Christmas with portly, humble sweatshirt wearers, or have a green and bright Christmas with women who spend a good portion of their year barely covering their sweat-drenched voluptuousness in denim cutoffs and bikini tops." It really was a hard choice. But climate change seems to have made the choice for me. In for a penny. If there's no snow anyway, I might as well go south.

Now you might be thinking "Your basing a lot of your endeavors on what you see in porn." If you're from IncelTears, you're definitely thinking that. And I know a lot of porn is fake. But I'm not basing my endeavors on porn in general. I'm basing my endeavors on pornographic content that is 100% real. Sexual encounters that I know are happening without being staged or paid for. I'm not hopping on PornHub and typing in "college," I'm not that sloppy. If anything, I'm hopping on YouPorn and typing in "college." I'm not seeking "porn" as it were. I'm seeking amateur accounts of things that actually happen. And maybe happen to be filmed or taken pictures of. And I ask myself "How do I get to do that?" What I do know is that I'm not seeing any of the fun stuff other incels are seeing and wishing they could participate in. People are all like "Browsing Tinder between 18-24 is suifuel, bikinis and booty shots." And I don't see this when I browse Tinder. People talk about all the beautiful and fun women at clubs. But my clubs are pretty average fare. Couples on the street? I'm not saying that's what I'm looking for, but that's another thing other incels are seeing and I'm not. I must be in the wrong place.

So where's a good place? What's a good metric? At first I thought I'd try looking for the places that have the most sex. But I thought on it, and you know what I should look for? The places that drink the most. Because I'm not looking for mere sex. I'm looking for sloppy, uninhibited debauchery. But not necessarily a tourist destination. It has to be part of the everyday life there. Some people suggest Las Vegas, but that's not what I mean. It's that way because it's "trying" to be. It's not so much part of the "culture" as it is part of the "market." But even this might not be enough to pin down a place I should go. For instance, 24/7 Wall Street says that states like North Dakota and Wisconsin are the drunkest states. And maybe I'm not in the know about North Dakota, but when I think "drunk," I have a very specific vision in mind. A little backstory. One of my great copes is prank phone calls. Mostly soundboard prank calls. And one of the soundboards people use is called "Drunk Girls (Lauren, Justine, & Ashley)." And the thing about the prank call/soundboard prank call community is, there's a lot of secrets and lost content. I wanted to provide the soundboard itself so you could listen to all of the sound clips at your leisure, but I can't find it. So here's the most recent prank phone call video using that soundboard.


I'm gonna have to ask NomadCowAtBK where to get the soundboards he uses. But these clips sound like the kind of women I wanna hang out with. This sounds like the kind of environment I wanna be in. And is North Dakota really famous for this? I think the "drunk" they're getting in places like these is more like "hunker down inside because it's cold" drunk. I don't think "drunkenness" necessarily means "party environment" in this case. So maybe just looking for drunkenness isn't accurate enough.

I think my most accurate means is finding actual pictures/video of fun things happening, and figuring out where they happened. For instance, Lauren, Justine, & Ashley mentioned that they were at Harpo's. Sounds like it's really fun at Harpo's. But where is Harpo's? NomadCowAtBK's channel seems to suggest that it's in Missouri. But there are several Harpo's across the country, I don't know if he's right guessing that the Missouri Harpo's is the fun one. Or "The Scavenger Hunt." What I know for true about "The Scavenger Hunt" is that students go/went to that school who were willing to do a series of sex related challenges. And they did. So if I was a student there, maybe I could find more people like that. Problem is, it can be hard pinpointing where these fun events are taking place and learning the stories behind them. For instance, State Snaps. They make a point to keep their submissions anonymous. Unless someone comes clean on Instagram and they don't always do that. But maybe I'll see a picture of some party and some college and some woman is letting people pour drinks on her ass. I think "I wish I could've been there. Is this the kind of school that does a lot of this kind of thing? What is this school?" And I did find a picture like that.


And I did try to find out where it took place and what the story behind it was. But so far my methods haven't turned up anything because State Snaps is anonymous. In fact, the original blog post it came from is gone now.

But I saw that, and I was like "These were the kinds of things I wanted to go to in college." I can't tell you all of the breadcrumbs I chased over this picture. I cannot recall the hours I spent poring over every frame in hopes that I might maybe be able to read that poster in the background or recognize a landmark that would tell me what place this is. The original blog post had the raw HD video and it had music. I even went as far as trying to identify the music, as if that would help me narrow this place down. So I can somehow be where things like this are happening. There's another picture that was really good, but not only do I not know where it came from, I don't even have the picture anymore. It was this guy in a college shirt, flanked by two naked girls covered in some kind of whipped cream. It was a text meme saying something to the effect of "This is what your parents would want you to waste their money on." Har har, sarcasm. I do believe it was a red shirt. But that picture, wow, I was like "This is the kind of life I wanted to live in college." And the events depicted in these pictures? We know for sure that they happened. So if it can happen to people, why can't it happen to me? How do I get it to happen to me? Make friends with naked creamy girls I see on campus?

Incels.is says "This kind of stuff happens at every college. Every college has women looking for hot guys to invite back to the dorm for a dick sharing." But I can't be sure of that just yet. But then, maybe it's me that's not conducive to fun. Because when I went to school, I know there was partying. I saw them lining the streets. I don't know if sex happened at those parties, but the fact is, I wasn't at those parties. So for all I know drunken debauchery did happen at my school, does happen at every school, but it only happens for the right people. And yet? I cannot find any amateur footage from my school on PornHub. Or YouPorn. One more thing though. What I don't want for myself is to be the "old guy" in any of these situations. I don't wanna go to college, or some college-adjacent social community, and be Rodney Dangerfield in Back to School. Or Will Ferrell in Old School. Or Melissa McCarthy in Life of the Party. You know the drill. I wanna blend in. Not stand out, even if they don't mind my being old. Because State Snaps does have the odd old man or woman, but every time they show they captions are like "Wow, someone old is doing this young thing!" And that's maybe what holds me back the most. That's maybe why I might not be conducive to fun. Because I'm too old for that kind of fun. The fun I wanna have, it's hiding from me.

I went home and brushed my teeth. I deliberately left food in my teeth from my day's meals to see if my toothbrush could get it, but it failed spectacularly. If I can't find a better location, maybe I need to find a better toothbrush.
Sorry to break it to you but at 45 it's too late for that experience, if you were at least in your late 20's or even 30 it would be possible in some way or the other.
 
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"What Type of Mage are You?" or "A Level Cap For Looksmaxing"

TL;DR: Turns out I'm too old to looksmax like I wanna looksmax. Too old to pursue what most people here are pursuing. I've been thinking about the "consolation prize" that is the rest of my life even if I tried to live it to the fullest. Looking at people younger and taller and with more SMV than I do. There's a new employee at my office who's younger, and I envy him. But I try to look at myself from the best perspective possible, like those quizzes from the early to mid 2000s. Still watching Netflix, really enjoying the Marvel stuff. Trying to follow the Marvel example. Nephew is staying at my place until break ends. He hasn't been doing a lot of partying, and while most people probably consider hard partying to do more harm than good, I just worry that he might regret not having as much fun as he could. My nephew is doing something with his friends in the other room, while I listen to a prank phone calls livestream. My life isn't great, but considering the best possible life I could live, is it worth improving?



Sorry to break it to you but at 45 it's too late for that experience, if you were at least in your late 20's or even 30 it would be possible in some way or the other.
I kinda figured this. That's why I made this thread a while ago, to ask if it was true. I don't think everyone in the thread understood what I was getting at though. The title was "How old is too old to looksmax?" so maybe I should've titled it a little more accurately. But I thought the text inside conveyed what I was getting at? I was asking what age is too old to do what @Future Arablite says I'm too old to do. But what I got was a bunch of people saying "It's never too late to looksmax, because there are always benefits to looksmaxxing. Even non-sexual benefits." And I'm thinking "Well of course I mean sexual benefits. Who gives a damn about the other benefits???" I was asking when is it too old to do this "going around casually slaying" thing you guys are trying to do. When is it time for me to what "old men" must do? Settle down, or whatever it is? I think @GingerMan75 was implying that you can do this at any age. That old men can still slay like boys if they looksmax. But maybe I'm extrapolating too much of what I wanna hear from...

It's never to late. If you take care of yourself you can date women that are much younger than you at any age.
It's Saturday, but I spent my whole Friday workday thinking about that thread, and @Future Arablite and what he said, and basically my limitations being how old I am. And everything else wrong with me. The cards I'm holding at this point in my life. It's the top of the year at the office, so new hires are coming in. My boss came back from his holiday (His is longer than everyone's obviously) and he brought with him news of some big expansion at the office. We're gonna be maybe tripling the on site staff this year, and soon. Another one of the reasons I think I should leave. Because maybe with this kind of staff around, things won't fall apart if I go. Anyway, the first of the new hires he brought in is this much younger guy. It's strange, at my place of business, or at least in my department, the employees are all older women with a few younger men peppered in. And then there's me. The oldest of the "young men." This new guy is another one of the young men, and he's not just younger than me, he's taller than me. He's got kind of a Drake thing going on. Or an Alfred Enoch thing going on. Somewhere between those two. And for the most part I'm pretty content with my life even though it's lacking. But seeing this guy? I was a little envious. I'm not a heterosexual woman, but if I had to put myself in one's head, I would imagine this guy gives off kind of a princely charm. With a twist of "adorkable" vulnerability. In a trope, he's the handsome but soft-spoken and levelheaded guy who gets dragged onto the dance floor by the overbearing and vibrant girl coming on too strong. Y'know and he's like "Whoooaaaaa, ma'am please control yourself!" Anyway, we haven't had many dudes (read: competition) coming in for work so he came as a surprise. Not that I'm trying to romance any of my co-workers, but that's how it is between dudes. ESPECIALLY on Looksmax.org. It's always competition or a mogging game. For everything and everyone. Even when we don't want the prize. Especially on Looksmax.org.

I think what people are trying to tell me is "You can't do what I do. But try and enjoy your unique lot in life anyway." So I've been trying to assess and summarize who I am and what I like and stuff like that. Breaking myself down as if I was a character in a story. To see what the best I can do with what I've got is. It's a lot like those quizzes we all used to take back in the mid aughts. Remember those? Lemme take you back to a time when America Online was starting to lose its grip, and Facebook was barely finding its own. A sweet spot in the middle where just about everybody had to have their own website. Lots of decentralization. Lots of randomcore. Lots of emo kids. Lots of alt rock. And lots of those quizzes that told you what your inner animal was or what your Pokémon type was or what your Hogwarts house was. A lot of it was steeped in fantasy and fandom. Because fandoms of that kinda stuff was big. I daresay anime in the US was bigger back then than it is now. But these quizzes, yeah, they basically told us who we are/would be in the worlds we loved. Back then you kinda had to know your Hogwarts house because interacting in the fandom was dependent on it. It was like having your own character or persona. Or "fursona" if you were trying to figure out what animal you were. And I was big into these kinds of quizzes because I believed that to know thyself was the first step towards living. It really was. For instance, the kinds of clothes I wore. What was my fashion? Shaved head, rolled up sleeves, swoled up biceps? Is that really my "style?" Does it match my personality? What is my personality? And what clothes correspond to it? I had to get all that down on paper first. So I was trying to figure out my inner animal and Hogwarts house and all that. If by some miracle I was beamed into the world of Harry Potter or Pokémon or Dragon Ball Z or whatever, I wanted to know what kind of person I would be. And that was the point (and appeal) of quizzes. To see ourselves in the books and shows we liked.

But why is what I'm doing now as an oldcel like those quizzes? Well, do you remember how these quizzes always tried to make every result sound good, no matter which one you got? Because that result was you, and you should not only be proud of the you that you are, but you must come to terms with it because it's the only you that you'll ever get. Like this old quiz, can't believe I managed to find it. One of many "What Type of Mage are You?" quizzes that existed, on a website called Muted-Faith. Sad story, the original Muted-Faith is no more. Because the webmistress, Angel "Inqy" Yates, died of mysterious complications the hospital couldn't determine. Her forum buddy, "Cherie," re-hosted it in memoriam. I took it back when she was alive. I got the Earth Mage.


This was basically the same result every quiet bookish person got. The nerds. But taking this quiz, you're not a nerd, you're an Earth Mage. So you feel a little better about being a nerd. Problem with that though? Trying to make all of the results sound equally good doesn't always work. Like with me. When I got Earth Mage I said "No way! I'm an Illusionist for sure!!!" Now, I could've lied to myself and retaken the quiz over and over leaning towards answers that would've gotten me the Illusionist, but I didn't. In my heart I knew I was an Earth Mage. Or at least I was at the time. If I can't lie about who I am on the quiz, I'll just change who I am. Change my personality and outlook. So that when next I take the quiz, I can answer it honestly and be an Illusionist. Or I could just accept being an Earth Mage.

And that's the takeaway from these quizzes. I could try and change who I am into something else. That's "looksmaxing." But at 45 maybe I can't be an Illusionist like I wanna be. So if I can't, maybe I should just appreciate what I am as something cool. Or something of value. Like the quizzes say. I'm not a nerd! I'm an "Earth Mage!" That's cool, right? I'm not an old virgin, I'm a "sagely hermit." MGTOW does this. It's not that you can't get laid, you're just on "Monk Mode." You're a monk. Monks are cool, right? They're disciplined and can do kung fu. So if what people tell me is true and that I'm too old to live the life I wanna live, maybe I can find the value in living the life I can live. By looking at it through fantasy fandom lenses.

Speaking of which, I'm still watching Netflix because that's all I can do for fun at work. I'm watching Season 3 of Daredevil. I'm only up to Episode 3, but I know that all of the Marvel stuff is getting cancelled soon so don't worry about spoiling anything for me. I've always really dug the relationship between Matt and Father Lantom. Lantom is the folksy man in charge at the church. Usually with priests and whatnot as advice figures, stories will try to subvert the usual tropes. And Lantom is no exception. He's got a fallible "Well, that's Irish Catholicism for ya hardeehar" air about him. He's very chill. And this season we see that he manages, or at least has power of delegation to, a team of nuns. And this season so far seems to have replaced Father Lantom with Sister Maggie, who is also in the same kinda "subversion of the usual tropes" family as Lantom. Where Lantom was chill and folksy, Maggie is no-nonsense but doting. If this were Incels.is I probably couldn't say this, but Maggie really fills out a habit. Almost makes me wish I were Catholic and an orphan. So she could talk me through some of the turbulent years of my life. Like puberty? I'm watching these shows, trying to imagine myself in these universes. Like the quizzes taught me. If I can see myself as something cool in universes like these I can invest more esteem in myself. I forget which episode it was, but Matt was moping in the basement or something about his recent injuries, and Sister Maggie was all like "There's kids up there worse off than you and they're not moping, you have to find your courage again." And that rang true to me. If nothing else I should try and follow the examples of the truly fucked, and see how they cope with it. But then there was this other episode. I think it was another episode. It was another conversation with Matt & Sister Maggie. Matt basically asks her "If you couldn't do what you feel like you just had to do, were meant to do, were born to do, your calling, the only thing that can truly fulfill you, wouldn't you at least grieve?" And that rang true to me too. How sad am I allowed to be that I can't live the life that I hoped to live? That my life, as I hoped it would be, is over now? Before it started? I'm gonna have to watch the rest of the season/series to see how Matt reconciles these two points.

Punisher is also coming soon. A lot sooner than Stranger Things, that's for sure. Really not smart to beat around the bush with Stranger Things. Child actors are like milk, you've got a VERY limited window to work with. But Punisher is coming soon and that also kinda resonates with me as far as incel stuff and sadness about life. @Cuyen might agree. He's the guy on Incels.is with the Punisher avatar and signature.


In the Season 2 Date Announcement trailer, we see Frank, and we also see Billy Russo/Jigsaw. Both of them, very haunted men. And I look amongst my incel friends, and think about how haunted they are. But the line that sticks out for me most in the trailer is when Frank says "Someone told me once, life is just trying not to be lonely." Oooh, that got me thinking. It made me sad. For the lonely people.

Speaking of not being lonely, my nephew and his friends are over at my place for break. I thought most colleges would be starting to get back in session around this time, but his apparently isn't? Also, I find it strange that he'd wanna live with me and not with his parents. I'm reluctant to give him any kind of advice because I'm a loser, but if I had his youth and his height I would've been hitting the gym at... let's say 17. So by 18 I would be reasonably eye-catching without a shirt. If I had his youth and height, that is. He could still make it work, he's only a freshman so he's got quite a bit of time, but he's not interested in the campus singles. He's got his own circle of townie friends from high school that he'd rather hang out with. I just hope he's happy. Not everyone needs my dreams of drunken debauchery to feel like they've lived. But I don't want him to be watching a video of a bunch of sorority sister proudly singing about all the cases they drank and cocks they sucked and wishing he had been the one with the cases and the cock.


That's Georgia Southern University, Alpha Omicron Pi Sorority. In case you're like me and actively trying to find out where all of the case-drinking cocksuckers are. I asked my nephew if they're doing things like this at his school, but he's got no knowledge of it. And that's my fear, that there's less cocksucking at some colleges than others. Or maybe my nephew is just a nerd like I was and unaware of the level of cocksucking happening at his school. I asked him if he's seen any people my age at his school. He said no. :feelsbadman:

So what is my lot in life, if not partying with wild sorority sisters at Georgia Southern? Right now I'm participating in one of my regular Saturday night copes. There's this YouTube "radio" prank phone call I listen to every week called "Pran Funkels." I'm listening to that right now.


Pepperoni Hot Pockets and Monster are my dinner tonight. I got it from my local convenience store, run by an extensive family. And one of the old patriarchs of this family, he sidles up behind me and grabs me in a hug, like I'm part of the family. So this is my life. Junk food, the prank phone call community, and being on a first name basis with the convenience store across the street. And I am... I wouldn't say "happy," but "content?" Should I not be doing this? Maybe if I was spending Saturday night elsewhere. But as it's been asked before, how much better can I eat? I'm too old to "be the Illusionist." The most I can hope for is an Earth Mage. And is that really better than nothing? Because right now Hot Pockets and prank phone calls seems good enough for the price I pay for it. Maybe "Monk Mode" should be called "Slacker Mode." I'm not getting laid, but for my options I can't really be bothered.
 
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"The Best Possible Old Person I Can Be" or "Where Did Di and Jacie Go?"

TL;DR: I overslept thanks to staying up late and a sex dream I had. Nephew's whereabouts are unknown. I'm late for buying groceries and the store might be out of what I wanna get. Maybe I should take better care of my body so I don't oversleep. Speaking of people who take care of their bodies, Queen Elizabeth II is not dead. Have you heard these conspiracy theories about the people who've tried to fuck with her? Maybe being old isn't so bad. But is it as good as being young? How great is the life of the best old person? SNL doesn't paint a pretty picture of it. But maybe I would enjoy it?





I overslept!!! I blame Pran Funkels, it usually runs long. I was having a wonderful nightmare. A sex nightmare. I call it a nightmare because it was sex with two women who I hate. I was in some kind of mansion or cabin or resort when it happened. And when it was over, I was watching TV. And a commercial for something called "Ascension Money... something... Lodges" came on. So I guess that's where I was. I must've been at some super classy brothel. Was it a glimpse into the future? :feelsthink:

My nephew and his friends are gone, and haven't told me where they are. I'm supposed to go to the store and stock up on groceries while I have the early morning. But I don't have the early morning, I have the late afternoon. And they probably won't have my stuff. I guess one benefit of hitting the gym would be that I wouldn't be so feeble and I would wake up on time. But then again, I often hear the opposite. That the more muscular need a lot more food, and more solid a sleep schedule, or they'll start aching.

Speaking of old people waking up in the morning, you know who else woke up this morning? Queen Elizabeth II. There was a somewhat grim meme going around saying that she would die on January 5th of this year. It caught some traction. The meme was taken down, and the guy who made it deleted their Reddit account. Here's the Out Of The Loop.


The user was u/beefy_cabbage. And like u/RealSmitty2 said, a subreddit has been made in response to his enigmatic person. Here's the original meme.


I post this warily, because like I said this Beefy Cabbage guy mysteriously disappeared after posting the meme. And history seems to suggest you do not fuck with the Queen of England. I'm just a lowly Yank, low on the totem pole, but I'm still hesitant to remind you all about the conspiracy theory that Princess Diana knew that she would be put down in a car crash. Princess Diana was known to buck the norms that Queen Elizabeth maybe wanted to uphold. And then there's Jacintha Saldanha. Once upon a time when she was carrying Future Prince George, Duchess Kate was admitted to King Edward VII Hospital for morning sickness. And this Australian radio/prank phone call show decided to have some fun with this. Mel Greig and Mike Christian of the "2DAY FM Hot30 Countdown" decided to call the hospital with goofy accents, imitating Queen Elizabeth and heir apparent Prince Charles. And somehow it worked. So much for hospital security. They reached Jacintha Saldanha, who transferred them to Kate's attending nurse. They then spent about 2 minutes talking with Kate's nurse, farming them for details.

As far as I know, nothing happened to Kate's nurse, who apparently was also fooled. But Saldanha was found dead in the hospital 5 days later. Found hung, with injuries to the wrist. Suicide by incredible embarrassment and failure to serve the Crown? But the hospital didn't blame Saldanha. Or any of the nurses. They blamed the Australian radio station. Could it be that she, like Di ALLEGEDLY was, put down by some secret dark hand of the Royal Family, dating back to the days of Jack the Ripper??? You might be thinking "Well mental illness can compel the mind to do terrible things." And that's true. But here's what's suspicious. When asked, Saldanha's family insisted that Saldanha never showed any signs of mental illness or suicidal compulsion. But later, news sources said that this actually hadn't been Saldanha's first suicide scare, she had tried it twice before and was on antidepressants.

That's weird, isn't it? That the family should say "No, absolutely not, she was fine" but the "news sources" should say "No, she actually attempted suicide twice before?" That's the exact opposite of what the family said, and somehow everyone's buying it! Where did the "news sources" get their story when the family themselves said otherwise?

And now u/beefy_cabbage is the latest to vanish who thought a harmless gag would be funny. Maybe being old doesn't mean you're entirely powerless.

Terrible lizard monster that she might be, I hope Lizzie doesn't die this year, or next year. I want her to be around for the 2020 Olympics. But it looks like she might just never die. Whatever they're feeding that woman, she needs to share the wealth.

So, is it worth being Queen if you never got to be a Princess? That's the predicament I'm faced with. It's too late for me to be young and benefit from that. So the best I can hope for is to be the best and most powerful old man I can. And is that worth it? There's this SNL sketch that people seem to like, it paints a picture of the best outcome I can probably hope for as an older gentleman.


I'm not in my mid-50s yet, but what's the difference? This guy looks strong, but I don't wanna be the creepy old guy at work. Or even the non-creepy old guy at work. I don't wanna be the old guy. But that's not on the table anymore. What I want is irrelevant. The best turd I can polish, that's what's at hand. Maybe if I try imagining myself as this guy on my way to the store, put my head in his head, see how it feels.
 
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"Year of the Daddy" or "The Threefold Path of LDAR"

TL;DR: I left the stove on and now my stove won't light up. My world is barely holding together. I'm constantly being reminded now of my old age, like in this thread. I saw a mother at the store with her kids and it made me think about my life if I got together with a single mother. I swiped through Tinder and it made me think about my life if I consigned to being a sugar daddy, or some brat's wisdom pet. But I can't be a sugar daddy or stepdaddy and pull it off well because I'm too short anyway. But I have to either try, or LDAR. And is it really that easy a choice to make? Is improving my life worth the cost? Is it better to be a stepfather or a sugar daddy than a lonely oldcel? One thing I can improve is not letting my stove burn itself down.



Boy, I really need to get a handle on things. I was too late to get all of my groceries, but not only that? I left the stove on. It's an electric stove. And because I left it on, now it won't heat up like it used to. I think it's broken. What am I gonna eat in the morning?

Before I left to go shopping, I noticed that I'm mentioned in this thread about oldcels. Christ. See, this is what I was talking about with my other thread. It's a very different game for people in my bracket. I don't wanna wag a bony finger at people younger than me, but maybe it's even an inconceivably different game. It's an entirely different sport trying to looksmax at 19 vs. trying to looksmax at my age, after just drifting through life alone and mostly friendless. Where you're going to ascend? I can't go to ascend. I can't ascend with the kinds of people in the kinds of communities you go to. With the methods you use. You guys are fucking friends from school. I don't even have friends from work, and you can't fuck friends from work because that's an HR violation! Watch the Beta Force video!!! :feelsree::woke::feelsree::woke::feelsree::woke::feelsree::woke:

It really grounded me in my thoughts about my present and future as a man of a certain age. And while I was in line, there was a lady ahead of me with four kids. Two girls and two boys. Now I could be a big bitch about how everyone but the oldest girl was causing Mom grief, and the baby boy was such a handful that Mom had to go and grab a Reese's from the Impulse Buys and open it on the spot to placate him. She paid for it later. But that's not the point. Whether those kids were angles or devils, looking at that I think "I don't want that. But that right there? There's my options as a man as old as I am. Single mom. And you gotta love her kids. And if you don't? You're in a relationship with some weird lady who's trying to be Mom by day but pick up some dick on the side. And that's gonna stick with you. How the two halves of her are so opposed." Now I'm in no position to judge the mom. It's not like I'm fine and stable. But how do you convince yourself to love some random kids? "Love" is a pretty strong word. Maybe the strongest word. If you can just love random kids you've never met before, if you can just commit to that no problem, you can love anyone, can't you? If I can love kids I've never met before as if they're my own, what's stopping me from loving... I dunno... the fine people of Looksmax.org? And I suppose I'm pretty fond of you guys, but do I love you like I would love a son or daughter? Some people might answer that with "Okay, so how does a mother or father love a baby that they DID produce? That's a person they just met, the only difference is that they made it, and spent 9+ months acquainting themselves the the notion of this future kid or kids they would have." Is the difference that you can only love a baby you made with your own eggs and seeds? I wouldn't say that, plenty of adopted kids and stepkids are truly loved. But how does it happen? A baby that is the seed of our loins, that's just common sense that you love it. I can't get into why, I don't know why. And I don't know how I could bring myself to love someone else's kids, but not some other stranger I just met. Is it just a choice you make? Can love just be turned on and off? Committed to and quitted from?

On my way to, and during shopping, I also Incelfished on Tinder. Amazingly there's a good number of people here who've never set foot in Incels.is. So lemme explain. LDARGoblin of Incels.is asked us to contribute to a character he would draw.

https://incels.is/threads/lets-create-a-character.93403/

We all made suggestions, and it added up to this guy.

https://incels.is/threads/anselm-the-incel.93994/

A character created by users
Anselm is a virgin mercenary from Bhubaneshwar :feelstastyman:
Now, I have a Tinder account that I've been using for "Chadfishing." But this picture was so cool that I asked LDARGoblin if I could use it for fishing. Except Anselm isn't Chad, he's an incel. And LDARGoblin said yes. And that's the way it's been. I put him at 45 years of age like I am, and I got to swiping. Surprisingly, I've been getting some matches. But the women who aren't around my age, the really young ones? They're all looking for sugar daddies, or someone to buy nudes from, or foot pictures from. The humanity. Pickin' on an old man like me when all I want is to feel the touch of a woman. The aggressively affectionate cuddles of my sex nightmare are still fresh in my imagination.

But that's my other option. If I'm not gonna get with a single mom my age, I have to be the sugar daddy/findom victim of someone younger. Because Tinder is full of that kind of thing. People looking to take advantage of men and their money and their dicks. Real women, but also bots. You've seen the copypasta. "Heya! I'm on snappy more you can find me on boobsticks (or RPGBoobs, or milkpussy, or milkboobs, or boobsgamer, there's a million of them) (one word). I love gaming, 420, sports, and kink! Def have a thing for older men :)" Like I'm gonna fall for that. I'm almost desperate enough to though? The pictures look nice enough, and somehow Liking them makes me feel good. I'm... just so far gone, aren't I? :feelscry:

I don't wanna be "Daddy." Even if some kid somewhere is fool enough to genuinely "have a thing for older men," I don't wanna be whatever it is she likes about older men that younger men don't have. Is it my wisdom? Fuck wisdom. I'm not wise and I don't wanna be wise. I wanna be fun. I don't wanna be safe, I don't wanna be an old soul. I wanna be the opposite of these things until the day I get killed in a WorldStarHipHop fight. But whether's it's sugar daddy or step daddy, at my age my only options seems to be "Daddy." Did you hear this talk that 2018 was allegedly the "Year of the Daddy?" What they mean by that is, there was a lot of celebration of your usual handsome man, but with a touch of grey. Aged sophistication. That just goes to show how perspectives can differ. Because I don't know what the hell they're talking about, "Year of the Daddy." I haven't seen that many "daddies." But someone must've, otherwise they wouldn't have written about it. They cite examples like Jude Law getting more work. And The Rock playing against type as a more fallible action hero in "Skyscraper." But I'm like, surely you've gotta have more examples than Jude Law and The Rock for this to have been "Year of the Daddy." But maybe I'm wrong, and "daddies" are in vogue. There was also that recent SNL sketch, they typically try to be on top of new trends. But when I saw this, I was like "Daddies aren't a 'thing' right now, are they? The writers have gotta be wrong on this one."


But maybe I'm the one who's wrong. Should I lean into it? Well, supposin' we are headed into a "Daddy Market." I think there's one thing that counts against me: I'm not just old. I'm short. At a treetop tall 5 foot 5. In shoes, by the way. According to the height chart by the door at my local Wawa. And y'know, sometimes height just doesn't seem like anything. 5 foot 5. That's a mere 7 inches away from 6 feet. I roll it out on measuring tape and it seems so inconsequential. 6 feet is respectable, and when I look at where I stand from 6 feet it doesn't seem that far off? But I will never forget how Taylor Lautner got manlet clowned by those two fangirls who visited him. That's probably why he quit the werewolf physique. He realized his height was counteracting it. Everyone's the height they're supposed to be in the movies, but sadly we cannot live in the movies, and our fangirls cannot visit our movies and have sex with us in our movies. Now I don't wanna victim dick measure with Taylor Lautner, but lemme just say, if I was short and young enough, at the very least I could boymaxx and take advantage of my short stature, which should be a curse but maybe in the right game it's an advantage. But I'm too old for that. My skin too weather beaten. I cannot be a boy anymore. Can't pass for college aged. And people here say "You gotta get those surgeries, man!!! Skin treatment ain't nothin' new!" And believe me, I've been following the anti-aging industry and developments for some time now. I do hold out hope for something that can save me. But in 2019? I do not believe there's enough Botox and electrolysis in the world right now to turn a 40-something year old man into a 20-something year old man. There are limits to what we can do right now. Skinwise I can only be a dad. Or an uncle. But I'm not pulling it off very well because of my height. So even if I wanted to be "Daddy," how can I do it? And don't say leg lengthening. The absolute state of the art would give me 5 inches max. To look like a fuckin' Carnaval stilt dancer. No offense to Carnaval stilt dancers. And I hear it can hurt. Several thousand dollars to look like a mutant and raise some kids I just met or give my money away because "Well I give him my attention and affection, I think that's a fair trade for a sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship, I don't see why sex has to be involved..."

All this talk about things not being worth it. The universe doesn't care if the price is fair, the universe doesn't have to bargain. So it's either this, or LDAR. "Lie Down and Rot." Here's the thing though. Should I not LDAR? Really? Because maybe I don't see it as "rotting." Maybe LDAR means "Lie Down and Relax" to me. But whatever it is, it's "lying down" instead of having new ambitions. So what reasons are there to not have ambitions? I think there are three.

  1. You're depressed. :feelscry:
  2. You're lazy. :feelstastyman:
  3. You're content with what you have. :feelsyay:

So where do I fit in on this list? I'm seriously questioning this. I used to say I wasn't depressed, but this journal has given me a chance to look back on thoughts I might've forgotten I had. Okay, so, am I depressed? Let's first ask, am I happy? Hmmm. Life could be better. I have some concerns. I'm not living my dream life, that's for sure. In fact? No, I'm not happy. There, I said it. I refuse to accept this life as an acceptable substitute for what I really wanted to be. I'm allowed to be sad about the state of my life. But then, sometimes I feel like I'm not "depressed." Not in the classical sense. Because Looksmax.org will say "Go get those surgeries!" And I'll feel like "Why? Whatever the surgeries will bring me, it's no better than what I have. In fact, I think I prefer what I have." So does that make me content? Because unless I think about it, dwell on it, I kinda just drift, mostly coping with life, not too bothered. My life isn't where it should be, but I don't think about it enough for it to bother me. Or at least I didn't before I started this journal. So... does that make me lazy? I'm putting off fixing my life even though I know I should. My life is not something I should accept, but I'm not fixing it. That sounds lazy. But then, any repairs I could do to my life won't make me happy. So am I depressed? One thing I do know, I don't think I should call myself "content." I'm just not bothered by all that's wrong with my life right now. I should be bothered. The only reason I'm not bothered is because I don't think about it. But then... if it doesn't hang over my head, should I worry about it?

Let's start small. One thing I can improve is not letting my stove burn itself down. It's not really "looksmaxing," but it is self improvement. That's one thing that will make my life better and me happier. If I have a stove that works.
 
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"It's Called 'Lifemaxxing'" or "Too Late? Hot Plate!"

TL;DR: I learn what "lifemaxxing" is while figuring out how I'm gonna cook my food now that my stove is broken.

I didn't get any sleep, I was busy researching how to replace the heating elements in my stove, and where to get the parts. And I could do that, but... I could also just buy an inexpensive hot plate or two. This is a lot like the central question of my life, that I was debating in the last post. "Is this an ambition I need to pursue? Or am I too depressed or lazy to pursue this thing that I need?" I guess the question is, do I need a WHOLE stove, or will the hot plate do? I know how I presently feel about it, but if anyone knows more about lifemaxxing, maybe they can tell me how they feel about stoves? Way I see it now, it'd be like decorating my place with paintings or plants. I feel no desire to do it. But maybe there's some perspective I missed that tell me I do need a whole stove, and paintings, and plants?

This kind of self-improvement, self-improvement not for the sake of getting laid or finding someone, but just to be better in general, I just now learned is called "lifemaxxing." I learned it from this thread. I should try it, if for no other reason than to save my future hot plate or stove. I'm headed out now, to work, and to something that'll cook my food.
 
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"Fight For Your Right For Your Party So You Can Cry If You Want To" or "Campaign For Real Beauty"

TL;DR: Late post because I fell asleep in the middle of a Youtube comment discussion about whether or not incels are trying hard enough to change their lot in life. I say incels are working way harder than normies, ugly normies get more compassion for less work while incels gotta go get surgeries and they're still considered entitled.




Fell asleep as soon as I got home, a good hot plate is hard to find and I was out late. Well, almost as soon as I got home. I'm currently locked in heated YouTube comment debate over the whole incel thing. As soon as I read their comment and gave my rebuttal, I was out like my broken heating coils.

It was the usual incel fight. "Follow these looksmaxing recommendations and you will definitely get laid. You're not at a disadvantage, you're not getting laid because you're not trying to get laid." I take exception to allegations like that. Allegations like "You hate women just because of one rejection." No, incels hate women because of many years of rejection and loneliness. It wasn't something they learned from other incels either. You only reach this kind of dark place through a personal journey. Because you yourself are in pain, not because of any theories you were taught. And so that seems to be the thing incels, like myself, are trying to prove. That several have tried. And failed. They followed all of your advice. No they didn't quit after 6 months of bulking. No they didn't quit after one rejection. But for the people in the comments section the only way to shut them up is to actually take them up on their advice, and when it fails ask them "Okay, so what now?" Or rather, "How long should I keep at this until I can fairly claim that I actually AM at a disadvantage?" When do I have the right to say that lookism exists? Because they'll probably just say "Keep trying, you're not at a disadvantage, lookism isn't a thing." But notice how it's only incels who don't get to cry "lookism." Everyone else does, there are whole articles about how shallow and biased society is and it's a science when those article writers make the claims, but when we parrot those same claims, we're told that no one actually cares about looks like that. These are the double standards incels are fighting.

I don't know how familiar people are with the prevailing incel gripe, or how familiar I am with the prevailing incel gripe, but based on what other incels tell me, it's like this: You know how Dove, as well as people in general, are saying "Don't be mean to fat chicks and old chicks and so on?" With their Campaign For Real Beauty to challenge the "hot-normative" standards of society and to promote body positivity? For women? Body positivity and fat pride and all that stuff, it's really in right now. But why is no one sticking up for nature's ugliest creature, the incel? Women are always talking about how they feel ugly. Women are always talking about their relationship troubles. How men are shallow pieces of shit. And what does society do? Understand their pain. Agree with them that society is shallow. And represent them in the larger social justice battle. And all incels really want, and TRULY NEED as far as I can tell, is for that same representation for ugly men like themselves.

Next time you see some kind of social justice effort for someone, ask yourself "Does the other side get the same representation?" I've been doing this ever since I was a boy and my sisters wanted to wear my clothes but I didn't think it was fair that they got to wear boy clothes AND girl clothes but I didn't get to wear girl clothes. Not that I wanted to wear girl clothes, I just didn't think it was fair that they got to borrow from both wardrobes. They can wear pants, just not my pants. Those are boy pants. That's how I saw it. But anyway, thanks to movements like the kind Dove is making, women get all kinds of representation and positive affirmation that men, specifically incels, don't get. Woman feels ugly. Gets angry at society. She gets a commercial that tells society to change. Incel feels ugly. Gets angry at society. He's told he's being "entitled" and if he wants to look good he better hit the gym and just because he's not Dan Bilzerian doesn't give him any right to complain, he better accept whatever he can get otherwise he's just looking for a reason to bitch.

Incels never asked to be Dan Bilzerian. Incels just wanna be normal. Held to the same normal standards that normal ugly people are held to. The same compassion, the same positive affirmation. The same soap commercials. If "real women" have curves and wrinkles, "real men" have male pattern baldness and are under 6 feet and small dicks. And curves and wrinkles. But when was the last time anyone shamed women for holding men to unfair handsomeness standards? For normies, particularly normie women, the thinking is "Lookism exists, and we'll fight it." For incels, the thinking is "Lookism isn't real, the only reason you haven't gotten laid is because you're not trying/deliberately repelling women with your bad personality." And so with every YouTube comment battle or Twitter battle or Reddit battle or where ever the battles are, I have to wonder, what will it take to get the same understanding that the normies get? And the same right to grieve as the normies get? What will it take to be held to the same standard as the normie? Is it that incels don't work as hard as normies? No, because for the incel, lookism doesn't exist because they didn't try taking up rocking climbing in Nevada or some such hobby. But for the normie, one bad high school upbringing is enough for them to be able to say that society can be cruel.

I could try looksmaxing, but my main priority right now is proving this double standard. That lookism exists only for non-incels.
 
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"A North Star For My Compass" or "The Lean of Winter"

TL;DR:
It's getting colder all of a sudden. On the way to work I met a woman who thought I might mug her, and a Jehovah's Witness. You should be nice to Witnesses and other religious people who treat you kindly. I've come to realize that a hot plate on its own won't suffice. I want a whole functioning stove and oven. Especially if it's in a warm and charming 70s era aesthetic. But it'll cost some serious money. New hires continue to pour in at work, might be making a new friend but I ned a World of Warcraft compatible computer and I don't have that right now. Finally finished Daredevil Season 3 because I've got nothing better to do at work. Ray Nadeem deserved better. I'm not entirely sure if Jack Murdock was an old looking teenager, or a grown man having sex with a young woman. Like the newly unfettered Jeff Bezos. Bullseye was a highlight of the season. It's too bad the show is cancelled, now we'll never see their stories continue. NOw we wait for Punisher. I've been thinking about that picture of the dude with the two whipped cream/shaving cream girls again. I really need to find that picture but I don't know where I would even begin. My nephew and his friends decided to share their porn with me before they went back to campus, but it's not my style at all. Whipped shaving cream girls are my style. So if you know where to find that image, if it sounds familiar to you, get in touch with me.





Snow, and lots of it, folks. That's what Chevy Chase said in Snow Day. It's headed my way just as I was complaining about how lax winter has been so far. Lots of bitter wind on the way to work yesterday, I know this now as the prelude to snow. That's how snow happens these days. Instead of a regular snowy season, we have long stretches of warmth, and then the odd arctic cold front brings cold. And if there's enough humidity, that means snow. Enough snow for me to stay where I am? Because if I'm counting freak cold fronts, they get heavy snow as far south as Mississippi.

When the winds get biting, I think people on the street are more on edge. I'm not though, because the way I see it is, if it's blisteringly cold outside, it's too cold to get jumped or mugged. The warm weather, that's when I always got mugged. The muggers don't wanna hang around outside in that wind waiting for marks. But maybe I'm wrong, because I think other people disagree with me. On my way to work I happened upon a woman also headed somewhere. We were headed in different directions, me north and her south. And when she saw me approaching she went back the other way very conspicuously. She was clearly running from me. But I kept going north. When I get to where I last saw her, I look around to see where she went. She comes out of hiding and says "You scared me!" And my words say "Oh, I'm sorry!" and we both go our intended ways. But my mind was like "You're bigger than me!!!" I won't say she stood a whole head taller than me, but she could see from afar that I was definitely much smaller than her. Definitely more than half a head taller than me. Come to think of it, the way she ran off and I couldn't find her, I think maybe she was waiting in hiding to blackjack me or something. So she knew she could've beaten me. My point is, I try to be non-confrontational because I cannot win in a fight. So I make a point to show people "Hey, I'm not a threat, I'm just as afraid as you are."

Speaking of being nice, I also ran into a Jehovah's Witness on the way to work. He was an older gentleman, and he wasn't afraid of me at all, probably because Jehovah was protecting him. He offers me some literature, and I happily accept. I'm not looking to change religions, but the way I see it is this: If you're secular, or non-practicing, or generally just lax about the rules of your religion, but still celebrate Christmas, you should be nice to Jehovah's Witnesses and the like who offer you wisdom or compassion, even if it has religious overtones. Because all that matters is that they mean well. Like if a priest offers you a seat at Mass to ail your troubled mind? Take the seat. Because why not? It's not like it's an affront to your beliefs, and it's not like they're gonna indoctrinate you. You can continue to believe whatever you believe, and also take the kindnesses from people offering them. That's why I don't turn down Witnesses like some people do. I got time to listen to them talk. But that also might be because I have no friends and nothing going on but work.

Tihs cold weather makes me realize, I want a whole stove. Not just a hot plate. When the weather gets cold, I find comfort in being armed against it with as much warmth as possible. Over the past couple of days I've been trying to get to the bottom of fixing my stove. But in order to get my stove fixed, I need to find the model number, probably. I need to know exactly what kind of stove/oven I have so I know where to buy replacement heating elements. And my attempts to learn this have been fruitless. IF the parts are even still for sale anywhere. Cursory research suggests that my oven is pretty old. All I know about it so far is that it says "Magic Chef" and "The Gourmet Collection" on it. If you've heard of a stove like this, let me know if you know what model it is? But I'm hearing that it's an old model from the 60s. Which means they probably don't manufacture this oven or its parts anymore.

And so I start to think "What if I just bought a whole new oven? That can be serviced like any other modern appliance?" I find myself excited by the fantasy/prospect. The "pure potential." All the things I'm gonna bake to fight the cold. But... what oven is "me?" I don't know if I conveyed this clearly enough in this entry, but finding out what things are "me" is something I spend a lot of time overthinking. Who I am, what I like, and so on. What mage type is "me?" What fashion style is "me?" What kitchen aesthetic is "me?" What oven is "me?"

I was big into these kinds of quizzes because I believed that to know thyself was the first step towards living. It really was. For instance, the kinds of clothes I wore. What was my fashion? Shaved head, rolled up sleeves, swoled up biceps? Is that really my "style?" Does it match my personality? What is my personality? And what clothes correspond to it? I had to get all that down on paper first. So I was trying to figure out my inner animal and Hogwarts house and all that. If by some miracle I was beamed into the world of Harry Potter or Pokémon or Dragon Ball Z or whatever, I wanted to know what kind of person I would be. And that was the point (and appeal) of quizzes. To see ourselves in the books and shows we liked.
I'd like everything I do and wear tailored to my style and sense of self. And that's tough to figure out. But last night while trying to figure out what brand of oven I have, I found myself looking up new ovens I could maybe buy. I like my current oven, right? It's an old oven, maybe that's what I like so much about it. And it just so happens I stumbled across Elmira Stove Works and their Northstar line of kitchen appliances.

https://www.elmirastoveworks.com/visualizer/northstar/

It's got a self-described "North American retro-styled" aesthetic. They sell stoves, refrigerators, microwaves, and dishwashers. With that Candy Red set I could probably make my kitchen into one of those old timey Coca-Cola diners. This is close, but I don't think that quite speaks to me like these kitchens here...


70s style in harvest golds, avocado greens, and burnt oranges. They don't make kitchens like these anymore, kitchen science has evolved to the sleek efficiency of white and black and silver. Plus, people tell me gold, green, and orange is ugly. So why am I drawn to it? Maybe I'm stuck in the past. These kinds of kitchens were popular when I was a boy. And maybe I'm so sensitive to the world that I wanna go back to feeling like I did when I was a boy, cradled in the security of my protectors and the food they gave me? Going back to my childhood? I look at kitchens like these and I think of Thanksgivings and Christmases. It's probably not just the warm colors. It's probably the association with my childhood.

Inevitably though I always start to feel like holding onto the past isn't sustainable. Because this kitchen would cost me $17,000+ and that's before shipping and handling. That's a lot of money to throw around.

Speaking of money, my mind continues to slip away at work. It really feels unfair that this filter's been put up. My performance is suffering, I feel betrayed. Do they think my work is gonna improve now that they've done this? Don't they understand the importance of needing to do something to break the assembly line monotony of this job??? Do they understand human limitation??? Do they care??? Boss man is also bringing in more new hires. We're getting this big guy, taller and wider than I am. He talked to me about his World of Warcraft hobbies and asked me if it was maybe something I enjoyed. I have it a look, it's pretty interesting stuff. But I don't have a computer that can reliably run it so at some point I'm gonna have to get one. I think he's gonna let me play with his raiding group. But before you get any ideas, he is not an incel and has no need for looksmaxing. He's been happily engaged for many years now. Speaking of people better off than I am, we're getting a guy who's as short as I am. But a lot younger looking. But maybe that's just a byproduct of being so short. But having all of his hair. Like Seth Green. It's not healthy to compare myself to everyone I see, this is true. But the way I see it, if I'm not worth the sympathy that other self-conscious people get when they compare themselves to other people, who gives a damn? I should be honest with my insecurity.

So, still, just about the only thing worth doing that they'll let me do is Netflix. My boss keeps taking the new hires over to my department to show them an example of the work I do here. I'm the go-to example for some reason. They don't pay me like a "go-to example" should be paid, but here I am. And he had some words for me about watching Netflix. It looks bad to the new hires. Maybe sends the wrong message? I explained that it's mostly just background noise while I work, but that seemed to be a cold comfort. But y'know what was actually much less of a distraction and maybe even looks better to the new hires? The sites I used to be able to visit. Hardly anyone today knows what those site are. Anyway, I just finished Daredevil Season 3. So I guess I'm stuck until Punisher comes back on the 18th. Maybe I'll give this Bird Box thing a go. That's really popular right now for some reason, I don't know why. I don't remember A Quiet Place being this hyped and this is basically A Quiet Place but with sight instead of sound. It's really too bad that they're cancelling all this. Just for the loss of Daredevil. For the third season now Daredevil has flexed on the rest of the Marvel Netflixiverse. I only have the one complaint: Ray Nadeem's arc. Bad stuff happened to him, he was manipulated by Fisk, and he ended up getting killed by Bullseye. Compelling? Obviously. But he got perhaps the RAWEST deal in history. It's one thing for bad things to happen to good people, that happens sometimes. But I'm supposed to buy this logic or rationale or portrayal of Nadeem as a guy who deliberately threw his life away and deserved the dire straits he ended up in? He was manipulated by Kingpin under threat against his family, but his wife, Matt Murdock, they're like "You should've told the truth anyway" or "The FBI shouldn't have made the deal with Fisk in the first place." The FBI had every reason to trust Fisk at the time, and when Nadeem learned that Fisk might be manipulating them, he tried to do the right thing. The only reason he ended up stuck in Fisk's plans was because of honest FBI protocol. He wasn't like "Yeah Fisk is probably up to something but oooooh I want some money." And speaking of money, his sister was dying of cancer and lost her coverage. Thanks to Fisk, by the way. So Nadeem WAS low on money. And he's got a kid to feed but thanks to blowing out his credit to save his sister's life, he's been denied promotions. He had a shot getting a promotion by squeezing details out of Fisk as an informant. And what does Matt say to Nadeem about this? "You shouldn't have done that. If you needed money you should've figured something else out." Figured something else out??? Suck my dick, Murdock. Nadeem did not cut corners, he was honest from debut to demise and I don't give a damn what the show tries to convince me of otherwise. His wife sure seemed to eat her words after he died. A rational adult might understand that the working for the FBI involves complexities that you can't just bring to the dinner table every night but the last thing she said to him before he died was "You lied to me so fuck you." Infuriating to watch because we they audience know that he can't just tell her the truth because that's never how any of these things work. But the show itself seems to wanna say that Nadeem "allowed" all this to happen? Nadeem never shot a single innocent person, and every chance he got he tried to save innocent people. He saved Karen. He was as much a victim as any other pawn of Fisk. And he should've gotten immunity for his testimonial. It's almost preferable that he died instead of going to jail an innocent man. Instead of dignifying that bullshit as if it were a fair trade. If he dies, it's almost like the show is saying "No way is 5 years for being a victim the way he's gonna go out."

As it was in the comics, Sister Maggie is revealed to be Matt's estranged mother. So I guess that makes her "Mother Maggie." But something was up with that flashback. And I dunno if this was a slip with the casting or what, but I just... they flashed back to when Maggie and Matt's father Jack Murdock met at an underground boxing match. And Maggie looks about the age she should look, 18 or so. Like the two nuns-to-be she came in with. But Jack? He looks about as old as the day he died in the ring. Was he meant to be a teenager in that scene? Because... woof... Or are they saying Jack is twice Maggie's age? Because that would also be something. I saw their union, and I saw myself in it. Trying to match with someone much younger than I am. And it didn't look right. So it hurt my heart. Because I want it, want it a lot, but when you put it in front of me I can't deny how it just runs against nature. And while Maggie is being charmed away from the other two nuns-to-be, they're all "Remember chastity, Maggie! Chastity!!!" As if Jack's animal magnetism was just overpowering the whole group. It just didn't work for me. Two rare misses in what's otherwise damn fine programming.

Speaking of old men punching above their weight class, did you hear about Jeff Bezos breaking up with his wife MacKenzie, whose name and existence I'm only just recently learning about?


Get a load of the language though. They're breaking up after a long period of "loving exploration" and "trial separation." This is how it is for people with power. And access to booty. It's why Hollywood relationships are always either ending early or starting late or both. Because once you are able to fuck around, that's what you'd rather do. Jeff Bezos, like Jack Murdock, somehow through what I consider to be unfair means, is pulling tail leagues out of his SMV. A withered and weather beaten dude who's probably bagging teenagers somewhere. Even though he is not equally baggable. Why? Because 140 buh-million dollars. And if you're a sugar baby, you come to terms with the fact that you don't actually have to like sex with someone to have sex with someone. Drug addicts do it all the time. It's like eating a vegetable you don't like. You power through it. "Not fun" doesn't mean "impossible," especially if there's money and/or treats in it for you. But Jack Murdock... I don't know what he had to offer. What I really liked was this season's "main villain." I mean, Fisk is probably the "main villain" but this season had Bullseye. Benjamin "Dex" Poindexter. This guy is/was mentalcel'd like a motherfucker for one Julie Barnes. See, Dex was a troubled kid, and remains a troubled man. He killed small animals and all that jazz. But before his first therapist died of cancer, she told him "Your internal compass isn't broken, Dex. It just works better with a North Star to guide you." A North Star being someone to carry him when the mental times get rough. And for a while he wandered without a North Star. And then he met Julie Barnes at a suicide prevention hotline. Julie Barnes is basically his oneitis. He's filled with mad longing to see that pale, freckled pussy turn red with orgasmic flush. One of the natural wonders of ginger pussy, it's like a magic trick. And from what Twitter tells me, Dex is not a bad looking man. But he's mentalcel'd. Things are wrong in his mind that keep him from having a normal relationship with her. So he stalks her, right? But saint that Julie is, she understands that Dex is troubled and is willing to stand by him anyway. I bet he was "really hard" when they went on that coffee date together. Now, he says to her that he's not into her sexually, yes. But you also have to understand that Dex is mentally unstable. He doesn't really know what he wants. There are compulsions working under the surface he can't understand, let alone control. He's bleating like a goat and doesn't understand why. He wants her, he just doesn't understand that he wants her. His "internal compass" was pointing towards his "North Star" during that scene.

Speaking of a North Star to guide someone, recently I've found myself thinking about that picture of the dude with the two girls.

There's another picture that was really good, but not only do I not know where it came from, I don't even have the picture anymore. It was this guy in a college shirt, flanked by two naked girls covered in some kind of whipped cream. It was a text meme saying something to the effect of "This is what your parents would want you to waste their money on." Har har, sarcasm. I do believe it was a red shirt. But that picture, wow, I was like "This is the kind of life I wanted to live in college." And the events depicted in these pictures? We know for sure that they happened. So if it can happen to people, why can't it happen to me? How do I get it to happen to me? Make friends with naked creamy girls I see on campus?
Come to think of it, it probably wasn't whipped cream. It was probably shaving cream. But I've recently relapsed into an obsession with that picture. The pictures that I seek out, I need them because I have to know the stories behind them. If that wasn't the set of a porn shot, I need to know how the events that resulted in that picture came to be. That picture, I think, might be True North for me. Because there's been other pictures I've seen, like the one with the people pouring drinks on the chick's ass. But this picture? With the shaving cream wrestlers? I have to know how that happened. Was it an event at a bar??? I need to know how that specific thing happened in the hopes that maybe... maybe... I can have that happen for me too. So in addition to trying to find oven parts, I've also been spending time on the fool's errand of trying to find that picture. It has to be somewhere. I'm so pissed at myself that I didn't save it. I save everything. And I didn't save this??? :feelsohgod:

Speaking of sexualized imagery, my nephew and his friends showed me some of their porn. First of all, I can't believe I agreed to look at it. That's gotta be some kind of inappropriate. But this imagery, I think, is my nephew's North Star. It was 2D. Which was telling on its own, that my nephew and his gang would be into 2D when they could be having 3D. But also, this stuff... it was the kind of literally unthinkable materials that I shudder to recount here. I don't like to think about it. Makes me wonder if maybe it wasn't a joke to creep me out. He's headed back to campus at some point this weekend so maybe they're getting their last laughs in? On the kooky wizard who lives in the shambled old inn? If it wasn't for the fact that I, right now, am still obsessed with that whipped shaving cream meme, those other images would be haunting me. If anybody has seen this picture somewhere and knows where to find it? Please get in touch with me.
 
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Nigga did you really expect me

To read all that shit

By you
 
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"Men of a Certain Age, Wage, & Weight" or "I Just Want to Celebrate"

TL;DR: I planned on buying some Viagra to see what my dick at full power looks like, but it turns out getting boner pills is actually a lot harder than getting birth control, despite what "Pay For My Birth Control With Your Taxes" lobbyists would have you believe. So I'm sad about not getting to measure my dick, but if measuring my dick is the highlight of my weekend, I have to wonder if maybe my life is lacking some substance. I have to wonder what a "normal life" is made of, and where my life is lacking in those parts. I almost got to learn what a normal life is like by having a recorded example of a day in the life of a normal person. But the deal fell through. Anselm the Incelfish matched with two new women recently, though they might just be looking for a sugar daddy like most young women who like old men. There's also a new hire at my job who happens to be Asian. And what incel circles tell me is that Asian women love old white men. But I can't buy that. Speaking of old men, I've come to the conclusion that the first and clearest signature of an old man is a grey beard. Not grey head hair, a grey beard. It's a death sentence, and that's why the body positivity people should celebrate old men like they celebrate fat women. And I don't think they do. I think there's a difference. And I hope to someday close that difference and see old men and short men and dicklet men held up to the same heights as fat, ugly women.



Not for another 6 years. So get ready now!

Speaking of plans, there go mine for the weekend. It was gonna be a weekend of discovery. I was gonna measure my dick. See, I've measured my dick before, but my erections have never been erections I was truly proud of. And so I was wondering "Do I have such small measurements because my dick isn't at full mast?" Granted there's not many more millimeters I could get out of it, but I would be thankful for whatever I can get. And so this weekend I thought I would have fun by figuring out my true dick size. By achieving my peak erection. And how do you achieve peak erection? With boner pills. Right?

Well, turns out I was mistaken about boner pills. Your Viagra, your Cialis, your Levitra. I thought you could just walk into the drug store and buy them as easily as you buy beer. But it turns out you need a prescription to buy it? You have to actually be diagnosed with observable and detectable erectile dysfunction? It's not just fun pills you can take for fun??? I'm actually kinda pissed. Because remember a few years back there was that birth control debate? And the birth control people were like "It's not fair to keep birth control from women when it's so easy for men to get dick pills! You can just walk into Rite-Aid and get dick pills!!!" And I was like "Gee, they've got a point. It shouldn't be that easy for men to get dick pills." But now I see it was whiny bullshit. In order to get Viagra, you need to have a disease. You have to actually need it. So it's not comparable to birth control because recreational sex isn't a need. You can't get diagnosed with a healthy uterus as a "disease" or a "disorder." The only defense it had was "Men can get boner pills with the Mike & Ike's." And that's a lie. So that might be contributing to why I'm so pissed about this. My dick is immeasurable and my weekend is ruined.

But my nephew and his friends are gone, I've got the house to myself, and Pran Funkels is live.


Yet, all this thought about my weekend plans makes me wonder, is this the kind of life I should be living? I mean, I don't plan on not listening to Pran Funkels every week any time soon, but if measuring my dick is the highlight of the weekend, I have to wonder if that's normal. What am I gonna do with my life in 10 years? 20 years? 40 years if I'm lucky? If my life isn't sustainable or healthy, it can't continue like this. I often wonder how normal people's normal lives go. How normal people do things. So I ask retarded sounding questions like "How do you make friends?" And other seemingly basic human competencies. That's how stunted I am. I often ponder on how stunted and abnormal my life is and how I got here. It recently dawned on me, I claim to have had friends, but I've never had anyone come over my house. And I've only ever been over a friend's house once. My parents were super shy about letting people into our house. Even family members. The house could never be too clean. And I always argued with them about it. "Mom! Dad! No one's house is catalogue spotless! Why can't I invite the neighbor kids over??? I bet their houses look worse than ours!" But they didn't care. We weren't the neighbor kids. If they wanted to live like pigs, they could. But we would not be pigs. Or if we were pigs, we wouldn't let anyone know. Even something as basic as talking to people feels unnatural. I mean, I talk to people all the time, I'm not "afraid" of people and I wouldn't call myself "anxious" around people. But I often don't know where to "start" with people, and when I do get started, I feel like I'm winging it. Ad libbing to keep the conversation rolling. And I don't know when to stop. I wish I could watch normal people do the things I wanna do. I wish I could watch a normal person live their life. I wish I could watch a normal person navigate a night club. I wish I could watch a normal person go from freshman to writing his name in jizz on a stranger's ass in the coat room of a college party.

I almost got a chance to kinda do this. I tried to find the thread, but I can't. And the person I asked has deleted their account, but on Reddit I said I was interested in looking at a day in the life of a normal, well-adjusted person with friends and a family and so on. How many people should a normal person have in their life? How many people should a normal person talk to in a day? How many things should a normal person do in a day? I put up money to have this done. And someone offered to do it. Carry around an audio recorder so I could listen to their day. But eventually we had to cancel the deal because he would be around people who would not consent to being discreetly recorded. But I was very close. And it's still something I'd like to do.

Some people suggest watching life streamers. And that's nice, but it doesn't square with the OTHER suggestion that "Tinder/Instagram/etc. isn't real life." If anything's not real life, it's YouTube streamers. I refuse to believe that a normal person's life is so interesting that every day is a distinct episode with story beats and subjects of focus. That you could make a regular vlog out of it. So don't lump me in with the people wishing they were Instagram ass models, or wishing to live her life. I know between every picture from the streets of Paris and every picture with a pike caught barehanded in the frozen lakes of the North there's probably a long stretch of mundane. I'm not saying there isn't. I just wanna know how much mundane is "normal." I need to know the difference between a mundane life and a dead-end life.

School was so much simpler. Because just about everything was decided for you. And just about every day was different. This is why life seems to speed by when you're older vs. when you're younger. A school year seems to be a lifetime. But a work year, a month is only 4 paychecks. 2 if you get paid bi-weekly. Doesn't seem that long when you think about it like that. But a school year is filled with new things each day, because that's what a good curriculum entails. A work year can be the same thing every day for insane stretches of time, until everything blends together. I don't know what "normal" is, but I think the secret to "full" is that I need to do new things as often as possible.

By the way, did anyone notice that the Alpha Omicron Pi video is gone now? Suspicious that it should be taken down shortly after I reposted it here. :feelswhere:

Speaking of Tinder, I still spend a lot of time on it because it's the only way I know how to "meet" people. You can't walk up to someone on the street and start talking to people, but on Tinder people are looking to talk to one another. So I have that opening. Anselm's latest matches...


The one on the left is a "Born again follower of Jesus." So she doesn't sound like the kind of fun I'm looking for. The one on the right told me a tale of unending hardship. She has lupus, she lost two kids to miscarriage because of lupus complications, her ex-friend fucked her ex-fiance, her dad drinks, her mom's grabbin' peelz, and neither of them are there for her, she's out of work until February because her doctor told her not to work until her next checkup, and because of the government shutdown she can't get SSI. She's got an overdue electric bill, she needs money for food, and she has no winter clothing. And because of her lupus she has very strict temperature requirements. And she's only 21, by the way. I offered to give her some money because I am a cuck. Wait, first I reverse searched her to see if maybe this was a catfish or a scam, but all of her pictures look real. And then I offered the money. But she wouldn't accept it because she has social anxiety and doesn't want to see me. But then, she can't see me, because that would destroy the premise of my Incelfishing. She would see it was all an Incelfish. I'm waiting on the both of them to tell me about their lives so I know what a normal day to day is for a normal person. But the lady on the right, her life doesn't sound like the kind to strive for.

Looking at Tinder pictures here, I passed by one of a group of friends in a bar. And they all looked young. But then I saw one of the guys had some facial hair. And it was white/grey. And suddenly the whole group looked old. That's really the death sentence, isn't it? A grey beard? Moreso than grey head hair. That's why men in the media, men of a certain age, they'll sometimes have grey or white hair, but they won't wear beards. Unless your job is to look old and distinguished like Wolf Blitzer. That's why certain men try out growing their beards. Because they know it's not really "done," wearing your natural age on your face but they wanna make a statement about it. They wanna buck the trend. Stephen Colbert tried it. Then he cut that shit out immediately because everyone hated it. The unrealistic handsomeness standards are real, gentlemen. Now Steve Harvey is trying it. And he looks like a dead man. So if you wanna look young? Shave your face. Don't try and dye/color it, because people can tell. Just like in that Beta Force sketch.

Speaking of being old, on Friday a new hire came in for an interview/tour. An Asian woman who is, amazingly, even smaller than I am. As usual she was brought to my station. I found myself admiring her. And I thought about that meme. About how South East Asia is apparently the sure thing for old white incels. And I thought "She's Asian, I'm old and white, why don't I take a whack at it?" And I answered that thought with "Because the logic behind it doesn't make sense. Why are Asian women into old white men? You need a better answer than 'Just because' or 'Because r/Incels said so.' There are plenty of better men she could pick from, if she hasn't already picked." But she's the only woman in my whole office, if not the entire building, that wouldn't stand at least half a head taller than I am. Can anyone explain where this thinking came from, that South East Asians love old white men? Or is it just old white men that happen to live in South East Asia? Is it more to do with the region? That they don't have access to young white men? Because I can think of zero, ZERO reason to prefer an old man over a young man. Unless you're looking for a sugar daddy. Which quite a few people are. At least on Tinder. But this new hire probably doesn't need a sugar daddy if she's gonna be having a job soon.

I talk shit about older gentlemen with the courage to be their own age, but what they do is good. Untouchable as far as ever having sex again, but that's not the point. If there's this big body positivity movement for women and their insecurities, there should be one for men. If I have any complaint about men going greystache it's that it creates this illusion that people care about men's issues as much as women's issues. If I feel like I and men like me aren't being spoken for, people will just point to Steve Harvey and be like "There ya go, he's fighting for you. So shut up, you're not a victim. Not like fat women are victims!!!" But it's as simple as this: Can I point to what the ladies are getting and find the male equivalent? I still say no. I still say there's a stark difference in the quality AND quantity of stumping and soapboxing women get versus men. There ain't room to swing my tiny, insignificant penis without hitting a "Celebrating Plus Size Bodies" blog or photoshoot. What about a "Celebrating Half-Size Men" photoshoot? Or even a "Celebrating Old Men" photoshoot? And not handsome old men. Their grey beards should make you uncomfortable to see. Some people might argue "But you did get that! 2018 was the Year of the Daddy!" Well then, point me to ultra-confrontational in-your-face ad campaign that says "This is a man, and he will not conform to your body standards." Because as far as I can see? All we've got so far is The Rock and Steve Harvey wearing grey for a while. That's not the same as what women are getting. I'm not saying have sex with the old guys and the short guys and the dicklet guys and so on, but I am saying advocate for them. For me. Celebrate our bodies.

Like the fat woman, maybe I don't improve my body because I'm waiting for society to advocate for me. Why should I have to make myself pretty just for the basic level of respect? To make myself pretty defeats the purpose. Society has a lesson to learn about respecting me despite how unfuckable I am.
 
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"Determination" or "Giant Chicken Fight"

TL;DR:
I'm having trouble getting my hands on ground chicken because the grocery store I shop at is being difficult. But I am determined. Seemingly more determined than I am to ascend? But the problem with that is, my ascension options won't make me happy. I'll be as unhappy as David Dunn and Elijah Price before they found their callings. It's important to know what your calling is though. Worse than knowing your calling but not knowing how to live it out is wondering what your calling is. I don't think I can live my calling though. Mediocrity might be my destiny.


I haven't posted in a solid week! This is not what I envisioned when I started this journal. So many precious and valuable thoughts can happen in a week! And I need to have them saved so I don't forget them! Anyway, I've been too hungry to post that much. It's been a struggle to wake up in the morning and drag myself to work. And when I get home? I only have so much energy. Maybe a Reddit thread or something. But nothing as text heavy as a journal entry. Why have I been so hungry? Because I still don't have a stove? No, because I haven't had my usual staple food around.

My staple food is ground chicken. And I have a history of difficulty with it. Back in December I saw that they had a surplus of it in stock, as they usually do, and decided to buy some the next day, only to discover that they were out. When this happened a second time I decided to ask when exactly they stock ground chicken. And they said "Every day." But I keep coming in and they don't have it. Until I realize, I need to show up VERY early to get the ground chicken, because someone somewhere has suddenly decided that they like it, and usually by the time evening rolls around it's all gone. So I thought I had the ground chicken issue cracked. But things have only gotten more difficult with the snows in my area. I show up to get some ground chicken, and there's a sign on the door saying "Due to the weather the delivery trucks won't be able to bring us our stock." And true to the sign, I go in and find that they do not have any ground chicken right now. Because the trucks that have it haven't come in.So now I have to wait until the trucks can drive, and when I have time to go to the store. But eventually the time comes when both of those things happen, and I'm able to get some ground chicken. SOME ground chicken. They know I like ground chicken at that store. They always have (sarcastically?) sweet condolences when I show up and they don't have any. But this time they have plenty. So I fill my cart with their entire stock. They apparently stock it fresh every day so I don't see why this should be a problem. They'll have more tomorrow. And the next day. And the next day. Like they SWEAR TO ME they always do. But when I rock up to the cashier with my many packs of ground chicken, they say "Oh no, you can't have all of those. You can have 5."

And my mouth said "Ah. I understand. :feelsokman:" But my heart said "Ah! You're trying to thwart me!!! You don't want me to succeed? That's fine. Even as you try to defy me my hunger only grows. Sure. I'll take 5. But I'll be back tomorrow for 5 more. And the next day, and the next day, until I have all of your ground chicken. Make up whatever cheat rules you want, I'm prepared to play your retarded little games because I want this ground chicken. I want it a lot. More than you want to stop me. You cannot imagine, let alone match my dedication to getting this ground chicken. You are nothing compared to my drive, my OBSESSION... with having this ground chicken. I long for your challenge, grocery store..."

So tomorrow I go back. Now, a lot of people might say "If you can't be as dedicated to self-improvement as you are dedicated to playfighting with the grocery store over ground chicken, you must not truly want to ascend." But there's a difference. I can do this ground chicken fight. I can't "ascend" for what "ascension" means to me. I can't do the college thing, as I've mentioned. Or anything like it. Because as I've discussed with other people, the social dynamics don't exist for people my age. The haunt for people my age is the roadhouse bar with the acoustic live band and the old bodies with young souls and the young bodies with old souls. The haunt I wanna be in? The co-ed dorm room after 4 or 5 beers, seeing what happens next. Or at least a more fun bar. And I won't be happy otherwise. So if you're asking if I'm eager to jump into my 40s even though I didn't really get to live through my 20s? No, I don't wanna do that. People say "Well, go to therapy, get some help for this obsession with youth that you have." And I've considered it. What I'm going through is basically a midlife crisis, right? And doctors have cured those, haven't they? But on the other hand, I and some family members have already been to therapy. And the thing about therapy is, therapy can't make you happy if you have a dream that can't come true. The best therapy can do is try to convince you or correct you into liking what's normal. Like if you're a pedophile. A therapist can't help you find the same enjoyment in grown women as you do children. A therapist's job is to beat the pedo out of you with psychiatric powers. Twist you into no longer wanting to fuck a kid, rubbing your nose in mature pussy and shouting "Like it!!! Like it!!! This is what you should like!!!" They'll explain to you why sex with kids is wrong. They'll explain to you all the ways sex with adults should be fulfilling for you, if you were a normal person not attracted to kids. And sure, they'll ask you why you like kids and try to get to the bottom of that neurosis, but there's only so far they can take that. They'll dig for a root stressor or something that makes you like kids, but the objective is to stop having these feelings for kids because you cannot have them. You cannot have kids, and you cannot have these thoughts about kids. A therapist's job is to cure you, not help you be happy.

Speaking of being too old to do stuff, In my last post I said that a grey beard was more of a death sentence than grey hair. @Time Travel made this thread asking if grey hair made him look good.

https://looksmax.org/threads/does-gray-hair-halo-me.7304/

People like it. Yep, white hair can work on people. But not a grey/white beard. It's jarring to look at.

Speaking of mental health issues, I saw that Glass movie recently. It's a "deconstruction" of the superhero genre, like Unbreakable was, but I just find it funny how two of the three lead dudes in this movie are actually part of ongoing legitimate superhero franchises. I guess that says more about the movie market right now. Funny story, did you know that Shyamalan doesn't actually own the rights to Unbreakable and its characters? He created the whole story and he doesn't even own it. Disney/Touchstone owns it. And so to even get this made, and the ending of Split made, he had to promise Disney a cut of the production/distribution gross. That is bullshit. Anyway, I always did feel for Elijah "Mr. Glass" Price. Not just because of the bones, but because he was so desperate to find a place in the world. Fulfillment. To scratch an itch he can't find. And he believes this crazy thing that, if true, means there's something for him in this world. I gotta imagine in Unbreakable when he saw that the perp had the gun that David Dunn sensed, it was like this liberating moment for him. He had just smashed up his bones on the stairs, chasing this guy because maybe he's wrong about this whole superheroes thing but if he can just prove that the perp had the gun that Dunn sensed! Oh! That means it IS all real! And then he saw it. Now all these murders aren't for nothing. Price was fighting to prove something to himself. At first, anyway. Now in Glass, he fights to prove something to the world. That people like him exist, and matter. Also, James McAvoy is really, really something in this movie. Everyone's already said it, but how is he jumping between all of these personalities? Although I don't remember him being so swole in Split. It's kinda distracting. I thought he was only that buff when he was The Beast. So to see him being Patricia with all of his bulk squeezed into that sweater? I keep trying to remember if that's what he looked like in Split. Anyway, if they announced a Phase 2 to this today, I would be on board.

Around last week I saw this thread by @quinn24 about how he felt like he was going nowhere.

https://looksmax.org/threads/i-keep-browsing-the-internet.7310/

I feel like this, and I think that feeling was at the root of Price's/Glass's motivations. And Dunn's motivations in the original Unbreakable. You can't just do any old thing and hope it fulfills you. Dunn decided to be a security guard in hopes that it would fulfill him, but it didn't. He was only fulfilled when he found his calling of being a vigilante superhero. But unfortunately finding your calling, and having the means to live it, it usually goes like it goes in Quinn's thread. Quinn is asking for help, but no one in that thread is able to help him. They wanna help him, but like me, there's nothing anyone can tell him. But if I had to try my hand at it, my guess is Quinn is unhappy with the lack of substance in his life. And I would ask Quinn "Why do you feel like your life isn't enough?" Is it because normal people don't live like this? Do you just know that this isn't the way to live? Is this your "TV dinner" moment, as discussed in this post? Or do you just generally find yourself bored? The first step is finding out what you want out of life. Knowing where you'd fit in the world, if such a place existed.

Speaking of wondering if your life has enough substance, Pran Funkels is about to start. And I'm here for it.


I'm content with Pran Funkels, wouldn't miss a night, but I wonder if this is normal.
 
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"Today Was a Good Day" or "Manlet Night"

TL;DR:
Today is, mathematically anyway, the day of the "Good Day" that Ice Cube sang of in "It Was a Good Day." It makes me think about how, so far this month, not much good has happened to me. How will I go about having some good things happen to me? It was a good night last night though. A night for manlet combat sport victories. A night for old men to beat the snot out of young men. These are the nights that probably explain why incels love combat sports. They show an example of success while still being short and/or old and/or with less than optimal muscle insertions. These lives are, in the eyes of many incels, a fair trade off if they can't be tall and aesthetic. But is it a fair trade off for me? What would be a fair trade off? I don't know. I can't see interacting with people my age as any kind of enjoyable. People my age are boring. All of them. Because they're not like young people.






You've maybe heard of the song "It Was a Good Day" by Ice Cube. Because there's a meme behind it. First of all, the song. It's basically Ice Cube listing a bunch of cool things that happened to him that day that made it basically The Best Day Ever. But why is it a meme? Because one Donovan Strain decided to be a nerd and deduce when exactly that day was, according to the events Ice Cube mentioned in it.

That day is today. January 20th.


1992.

Ice Cube disputes this, however. First of all, the song mentions that he got a page from Lil' Kim who was down to fuck. He would not have been having sex with Lil' Kim on January 20th, 1992, because at the time Ice Cube's fiancée was quite pregnant at the time. However, this was the 90s. and gangsta rappers were fucking on the side all the time. And Lil' Kim was the woman to see for that. She fucked everybody and made it part of her identity. She fucked married men and bragged about it. Case in point, she fucked THe Notorious B.I.G. when he had a woman at home. And not only that, the audio of their sex was recorded as an interlude on the 1994 album "Ready to Die." It's called "Fuck Me." And it's just audio of B.I.G. and Lil' Kim having loud, sloppy sex. And B.I.G.'s wife at the time, Faith Evans, heard that track. And was mortified. But Kim didn't care. She gets off on that kind of thing. And yet, for some reason she and Christina Aguilera get mad when no one respects them?

But also, the song is a fictional song. "It Was a Good Day," that is. "Fuck Me" is real. But Good Day isn't an actual day, Ice Cube was just coming up with things that would make his day The Best Day Ever, if they happened.

That song was basically a journal of good and interesting things. And I look at my journal so far and I think, on this great day of Goodness, when will I have some interesting things to write/rap about? In fact, I've mostly had bad things happen. Lost my stove, and I'm in a fight for ground chicken with the grocery store. Maybe what I should do is go through that song and list all of the good things that happened, and see what the equivalents for me would be? But then, somehow good things just "happen" to some people. Me? I gotta go out and find good things.

It was kind of a good night last night though. You know how incels, mostly manlets, are big into combat sports for some reason? I think it's because short men are for some reason really dominant right now. And last night was a hallmark night for that.

Cejudo perpetuates the UFC trend of tiny men overcoming the power of less tiny men. And he does it in the 5th fastest stoppage in the history of ever. Standing at a treetop tall 5 foot 4.


In boxing, Manny Pacquiao, not just a manlet, but an old manlet, defeats Adrien Broner, leaving him salty and memeworthy.


Pac-Man is my height, and isn't that much younger than me. So when I look at him... I don't really think "Oh I could do that" but I do think "Now there's success for a guy who's like me in a lot of ways." Incel manlets who hit the gym but can't achieve that V taper, they look at the stout, trunklike cores of fighters like Pac-Man and think "Maybe I don't have the V, but I'm a better fighter because I have a stronger core!" Having a sturdy core that you can drive punches with, that's a fair trade off for not having a V taper. In the eyes of a lot of incels. And I think that's why they like combat sports so much. Full of manlets with built but less-than-aesthetic bodies who are living lives that they consider just as good as being a tall, aesthetic non-manlet.

It should be noted, however, while Pac-Man is a manlet, his wife is still shorter than him. SOMEHOW. That still remains the rule, it seems, for successful manlets. Still gotta find a woman that isn't taller than you.

If I can't live my dreams of experiencing the boons of youth, I guess I would have to figure out what a good trade off is for that. But so far I just... I can't think of anything. In my wildest imagination, nothing sounds as fun to me as the fantasies I have in my head right now. And people my age, they all seem so boring. Every last one. I'm trying to find people my age who are fun, but none of them are. Just by being old they carry with them the dull dryness of characteristics like wisdom and restraint. Have you seen this video?


You don't even have to watch this video, just search "20s vs. 30s" on YouTube. Or anywhere, really. There's a cottage industry of illustrating the differences in how much fun young people are vs. how boring old people are. I'll save you the trouble of watching the video: 20s couple's life is full of passion and spontaneity, 30s couple's life is full of mundane routine. The dude is a dickless blob and the chick is a frigid bitch. And every time one of these is made, idiots in the comments section are like "I prefer the 30s couple I don't like all these games the 20s couple plays!" Fuck you. And fuck society if that's where we're headed. This cannot be the future. I cannot see myself living in it.
 
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"Matters Of Principle" or "Disenfranchised In America"

TL;DR:
It was cold as tits today, but I made it into work. I was watching Netflix inbetween waiting for my work to load, but that's bad optics to my supervisor so he bitched me out. And so I was like "That's it, I'm gonna deal with this filter thing" and decided to try and go over his head. But he heard about it because he was in conference call with the Senior Manager. So now I'm waiting for the repercussions of that to hit me. Today I trained that one new lady we hired, and she reminded me of what little options I have as an older dude. I went to the dollar store today to buy a wrench and saw some cheap clothes that reminded me of what little options the disadvantaged in general have. Been thinking a lot about being at a disadvantage and what the best options we have are. Went on Reddit to ask other people how good their sex lives are, but got modded. So screw it. While I was there I ran into some old acquaintances in the "being lonely" game. And while I miss them, they and the subreddits they traffic have an ignorant anti-incel bias. And I can't dignify that.




It was MLK Jr. Day today, and I argue I should've gotten the day off. But soldier that I am, I braved sub-zero temperatures to make it into work. It was ass-blisteringly cold. But me and my snow, I gotta have it. It's just I prefer "winter wonderland" cold instead of "distant frozen moon" cold. Not too cold that I can't play in the snow or something like that. Not that I do play in the snow, but it should be the kind of weather that kids can play in.

Punisher, Season 2 premiered on Netflix a little while ago, so I was watching that today at work. Which I guess comes at some risk. They're fearing for my mental health apparently. Maybe I shouldn't be watching Punisher when they at one point at least feared I was gonna shoot the place up because they thought I was looking at guns on the Internet. And then there was that time I was talking to myself on the elevator. I had no idea they were watching me that close, by the way. But I was watching Punisher, and I got no further than the opening bits of Episode 2 when my supervisor should come along and get scared because it looks like I'm not working.

Lemme explain something about my job. I don't know what my exact title is, but what I do is, I'm given these pieces of software that we make. We make these software solutions and services. And my job is to take parts that people write and test them for errors and load and stuff like that. And the thing about these tests is, sometimes they take a while to resolve. So there's several minutes that pass before I can do anything. Because I'm waiting for the test to resolve. There's no notes to take or anything like that, if that's what you maybe thought. There's nothing. So I figure there's no harm if, while I wait for the test to resolve, I watch Netflix. Because they've blocked everything else I like. And yet my supervisor STILL comes over and assumes the worst. So I explain to him, a little frantically because he's jumping to conclusions "I'm waiting for the test to resolve! I'm waiting for the test to resolve!" And he's like "Okay." But he also says he doesn't like to see me watching Netflix. And he also accuses me of "raising my voice?" Long story short, he's glad that I wasn't slacking, technically, but he still doesn't like me watching Netflix.

It was one of those moments. Where I'm like "Alright, fuck this." Because I'm doing my job. Netflix has not caused any drop in productivity. It's just he doesn't like the way it looks. It's a matter of principle. It's not that he wants me to work harder, he just doesn't like that I'm having fun even though I literally cannot work. Because work is not a place of fun, I guess. If he didn't see me doing this, and my productivity stayed the same, he wouldn't care. He just doesn't wanna know about the Netflix. Because of principle. And that's retarded. And it got me thinking about all of the other things that are still blocked for me. And how I came in so early today despite the cold only to get long dicked by my supervisor because of his piss-diaper paranoia. And how trying me like this can only hurt my productivity. And THAT got me thinking "Who actually sets the filter policy here?" Because I've been looking at the org chart of where I work. And I recently got a new Senior Manager. And I only started having these content filter issues when the Senior Manager started. So I'm thinking the old manager let this stuff slide, but this new guy, not knowing how we do things here, set the policy to something new because what does he care? So I thought "Maybe if I go OVER my supervisor's head and talk to the Senior Manager, he'll stop this filter stuff and, while I'll still have to prove to my supervisor that I'm working, the websites won't actually be blocked anymore."

So when I'm free, I step outside and make the call. I make this call under the premise that the filter is actually impeding work. Which is does. I mean, it could. Because for a lot of my testing I need to make Internet connections to other sites and servers and so on. And with the variety of clients we work with and could potentially work with, there's a good chance we might run into someone whose Internet resources are blocked by our filter. So, technically, maybe it's a good idea to not block so many sites. And I'm wondering if he's the guy who sets the policy for the content filter, and if he can just go ahead and ease off the grip. That's how I try to explain it to him anyway. But it just so happens that, when I call, he's talking to my supervisor. So I say all this while my supervisor is listening. So now my supervisor, unless he's an idiot, and he probably isn't, knows that I'm desperate to get through this filter. The Senior Manager says something to the effect of "Oh, the security filter is set by the security team and I don't know how to change it, I don't do that, I mostly just receive troubleshooting tickets and then delegate that to the security team but if you're having trouble in that area maybe just send your work to this OTHER team because I dunno what to dooooo~" except I said the CONTENT filter. Not the security policy. The security people don't handle the content filter and I know that for a fact. But the Senior Manager doesn't care. Typical slack off upper management lip service. It either means "I don't know what he's talking about and I don't care, it's not my job to know this anymore. I have lower-downs who understand that stuff for me. All I have to care about is if the work gets done" or "I don't wanna give this guy anything or change anything that's set up already, better come up with a believable sounding excuse that a grunt like him is too compartmentalized to know is bullshit." So I hang up, empty handed. Worse off than before I made the call, actually. Because now my supervisor knows I tried to go over his head. He will remember that. And probably take action... soon.

For now I'm waiting for the sword to fall. While I wait, I've been assigned to train one of the new employees. The Asian woman I mentioned in this post. It was fun for a while because I felt an attraction to her. But then it dawned on me: If she's here, she's probably not in school anymore. And even if I was lucky enough to be with her, it would be a life of mediocrity. I would not be fulfilling my dream. And so as I made the long, cold trek back home, all I could think about were my options as a man over 40. On my way home I stopped into this dollar store to pick up a wrench. I need to unbolt the valves and stuff behind my stove in hopes of learning what kind of stove it is and whether I can repair/replace it. Have you ever been to a dollar store in the United States? The one I was at sold affordable clothing with words like "HUSTLER" and "GOAL DIGGER" and all manner of slogan referencing "The Grind™" printed on them. I only ever see this on cheap clothing. I have a theory. Clothes like this are sold cheap because the target consumer for them is the working poor. If you're living paycheck to paycheck, you might feel disadvantaged. But put on your "GOAL DIGGER" shirt and suddenly you're not "disadvantaged." You're "hustling." You're working hard, sure, but you're not "struggling," no. Otherwise how could you afford such nice shirts? You scrimp, and you save, but it's not because you're underpaid. It's because you're working hard. It's not that you don't have options like everyone else, it's just you have to work hard to have your options. Surely everyone else is, right?

The weight of having few options weighs heavily. But I thought "Okay, so being an old man, what's the best life I could live?" As far as sex, I mean. I thought maybe I should ask some people my age about their sex lives. And the only sizable community of people willing to discuss their sex lives in on Reddit. So I went to r/sex and asked the "40 And Ups" about their sex lives. The thread was removed without notification. I don't have the patience to bother any of the mods about why, considering I usually get to ask about stuff like that. But I tried the same question over on r/sexover30 and they modded me there too. But get this, they explained that they don't allow polls or surveys without "IRB/REB approval or exemption letter." This is what I'm talking about. This senior citizen shit. Only a subreddit for old people would say "I'm not talking about my sex life with you without an actual goddamn ethics board sanction." On an anonymous Internet forum, holy fuck. Young people don't think like this. And you expect me join the side that's this fucking persnickety about sex on a sex forum??? I'm supposed to be happy amongst those assholes??? Reddit and its rules let me down once again tonight. Reminds me of why I don't hang out there very often.

While I was there, I visited some of my old acquaintances from r/ForeverAlone. I've been missing them. And they were all like "Hey, where've you been, so on and so on." I hate to leave them to their misery, I'd like to be there for them and console them. But like I said, Reddit has too many rules. Every subreddit I visit, the mods are such bitches. Namely ForeverAlone. I left because of their attitude towards incels. In the eyes of ForeverAlone, to want to commit suicide is wrong, but understandable, because it's a compulsion of great personal anguish and should be treated with nuance. But to be angry at the world is NOT understandable? Even as I try to explain that both are the product of compulsion and neither are ideal but both deserve the same nuance, they say no. So I can't dignify ForeverAlone by hanging out there anymore. To my friends there, I love you guys, I wish you all the strength, but I am every stripe the incel you guys claim to hate. And I will not sacrifice my principles here. It's important that I don't. If I do, that means I'm turning my back on people who need help. And I wanna help everyone. You want me to only help some people. That's not gonna fly.

It's almost time for another work day to start. Any day now my supervisor is probably gonna have a talk with me in his office. Who knows how closely I'm being watched. Maybe they're reading this thread?
 
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"Machiavelli" or "A Change of Face"

TL;DR: Looksmax.org has ads now, I noticed. But unlike on Incels.is, they're not all porn ads. So how was Looksmax.org able to get a non-porn sponsor when both Incels.is and Looksmax.org are owned by the same guy, and it's not even a secret? Did Sarge's appearance on that podcast earn him some mainstream appeal? Also, the big bosses at my job are coming for me next week and it probably has something to do with the fact that I tried to go over my supervisor's head so I could browse the Internet for leisure. My job woes remind me of how my sister recently quit her job, but where I suffer indignity because I don't have a new job lined up yet, she quit without getting a new job and now she mooches off my parents. I found out while visiting them. And while I visited them my mom suggested I meet people by taking up hobbies. But she and my dad didn't meet through hobbies. No normie meets through hobbies, that's a bullshit platitude. But I did meet someone on Tinder. Unfortunately, it was through my Incelfishing account and she has a very different image in mind of who I am, and I can't ever meet her in person. So I'm very upset. Upset enough that I really feel like I should scrap the whole thing and start anew. I wonder if I would get different fishing results with different bait.



I'm maybe the only one who browses without AdBlock, but I noticed something new around Looksmax.org. Ads! But they're not porn ads like on Incels.is. Just... regular Google ads... :feelswhere:

This is intriguing to me because I always thought Incels.is ran porn ads because those are the only sponsors Incels.is could get. That's usually how it goes for things like this. When mainstream sponsors and platforms and so on won't do business with you, you turn to porn. Can't host a video on YouTube? Host it on PornHub. Can't get regular ad sponsors for your incel website? Porn always pays. Problem with that thinking, though, is that Incels.is and Looksmax.org are owned and managed by the same guy, @Sergeant . So how is it that Looksmax.org is able to get regular ads, but Incels.is isn't? Does Google just not know that they're run by the same guy? Not care to look that deeply into it? Or is Looksmax seen as a relatively new and more tolerable face turn for the Incels.is family? If that's what advertisers are thinking, I have to challenge them on that. Because while there are differences between Looksmax.org and Incels.is, they're slight. If your issue is "We can't do business with Incels.is because of what it promotes," how do you know what it promotes and how it differs from what Looksmax.org promotes? Is it based on the site terms? Because we don't allow women in here either. The only difference is that here we're a little more open to worship.

But I'm only just assuming that the sponsors won't do business with Incels.is. This could all be in my head. Does anyone know the truth?

I'm kinda anxious right now, more exasperated than anxious, Friday wasn't very good to me. Recently I went over my boss's head to see if I could get the filter fixed so I could visit all my favorite sites again. I talked to the Senior Manager. It didn't work. So there I was this most recent Friday at work, watching Punisher, Season 2. Because it's my only option to occupy my mind during downtime. And my boss comes over, probably because he saw me watching Netflix. I really gotta wonder who is behind this filter if not him. Because if he doesn't want me watching Netflix, he could just block it, couldn't he? The reason it's unblocked and everything else IS blocked because it's okay, right? Anyway, he doesn't come over just to hassle me about Netflix. He instead comes over to tell me that the upstairs bigwigs are coming over either on Monday, or definitely some time that week. Namely the Senior Manager. And the Enterprise Operations Manager. And potentially others. He's patient with me and gives me the retard talk because I'm a retard. Don't do anything retarded and be on my best behavior for corporate. He doesn't give anyone else this talk because he knows I need it and others don't. He tells me this because they will probably need to come over and talk to me. Me personally. I take a minute to lament being the kind of person who needs to be told not to be a weirdo around the big bosses, then grapple with the larger issue: Corporate is probably coming over because I went and tattled to them. Or maybe they're like "Hmm, this guy is trying to get in some leisure time on the clock, let's address that." Or whatever. All I know is, whatever they're here for, they probably have that phone call fresh in mind and they're gonna be in the same office as I am when they show up. And they're probably gonna wanna talk to me. I've been thinking about it since Friday, and it's really lit a fire under my ass to go work somewhere else. But... I don't know that I can. It's been at least a decade since I've been working here and I don't have anything age-appropriate to show for it. If I leave here, the best my resume can get me is a $10 an hour data entry job. And what am I supposed to do with these guys as my previous employer? They're gonna be like "Yeah he was so bad at focusing on his work that we had to call in the upstairs people. He's a child." I am NOT a child, and I will defend my browsing choices to the death. And I'll probably get the chance next week.

Speaking of jobs, I went and visited my parents recently. One of my kid sisters has moved back in with them. Why? Because she quit her job. And she quit without lining up new work! I hate my job too, but you can't just let yourself be without income. I'd like to tell her this. But she's like a bad roommate. She doesn't talk to me, or really anyone, preferring to leave these passive aggressive notes around, or holding her tongue until she explodes with anger. Anyway, my mother says that I should try and meet women by taking up some hobbies. Meet people doing the things I like. Problem with that though, I don't wanna have sex with people who do the things I like. And you notice, this is only advice that lonely people get? "Pick up a hobby?" Normal people don't have hobbies, and they meet people. Doing normal "non-hobby" things. You think the majority of people are meeting friends and fuck buddies at the theater or during rollerblading or mountain hiking or some such bullshit? The majority of people don't even do these things. So why should I have to? In fact, if I had the opportunity to ask a group of normies "What are your hobbies?" they'd probably struggle with the question before coming up with "Uhhhhh, I like to watch Netflix..." because the majority of people aren't globetrotting amateur mycologists. I ask my mother and father how they met, something I never really thought to ask until now. And like I thought, they met through normie means: They had a mutual friend. My dad was friends with a guy when he served. And my mom met a friend in school. This friend went to church and through church met my dad's friend. And one day they were all at my dad's friend's house. And that's where my mom and dad met. It's not hobbies that bring most people together. It's communities. Social environments like school or church or the military, where a bunch of people you see everyday are. A bunch of people, and a compulsion to socialize. That's why it got so hard for me when I got out of college. I have no community.

But maybe I shouldn't curse my fate so hard. Because while I don't have a community, I think I've met someone through Tinder. My latest match...


She's a college student. On pics alone I would be honored, HONORED to hit. But she's got more than pics. Not only is she pretty, but in her bio she goes on about how much of a "bratty slut" she is with a "giant ass" and how she doesn't want any vanilla princes, only perverts who want to fuck. It sounded too good to be human, I had to check if she were a bot or catfish, but she checks out. It makes no sense that she swiped right on me. And we've been sharing sexual fantasies with one another over the past few days, but now she wants to actually meet me. Thing about that is, if you've been following, my Tinder account is an "Incelfish" account. I'm pretending to be a currycel named Anselm from Bhubaneswar. The only thing in the bio that's accurate is the age, and that I'm a man. So... I cannot meet this beautiful woman. :feelscry:

I'm pissed. If this had been a regular Chadfishing, I wouldn't be so broken up about this. I wouldn't have set myself up to have my heart broken. I would have come to terms from the start with the fact that I am not Chad and I can't be with the women Chad meets. But I'm pretending to be an aging currycel. I wasn't supposed to get ANY matches AT ALL. And here I am not only getting matches, but one of them wants to actually meet for actual sex? I'm pissed! EVERYONE from Incels.is to Looksmax.org told me that brown people were the least desirable and could never truly ascend. Not only is Anselm The Incelfish a curry, but he's old. And somehow he found the ONE woman in ALL of Christendom that actually wants to be with him. But because this is all an incelfishing, I can't make good on this. And don't tell me "Just come clean." Because I've violated this woman's trust. And I can already tell from the short amount of time we've talked that her trust is something she takes very seriously. She's into that BDSM stuff, see. And as a rule the BDSM community is big into the whole "Consent Is Sexy" movement right now. Got an earful of that at this fetish party I went to for Halloween last year.

https://looksmax.org/threads/im-going-to-a-fetish-party-for-halloween-and-i-need-a-costume-idea-technically-this-falls-under-looksmaxing.2847/

https://incels.is/threads/i-went-to-a-fetish-party-for-halloween-in-an-attempt-to-ascend-ask-me-anything.86312/

I lied to her, and she will not forgive me. This is a done deal. I can't meet her. But if I had only told her the truth, I could have. But I didn't, because I never thought an oldcel like me, ESPECIALLY masquerading as "Anselm the Incel from India" could ever find a woman like this. Most of me hopes it's a catfish. I'd rather be lied to than believe there was treasure out there I could've had.

I don't know if I'll ever meet another girl like her. But this has got me feeling pretty low. To the point where I'm thinking maybe, once I'm let down and she moves on, I should scrap this Tinder. Disappear, and start anew. Because this Anselm fishing hasn't really turned up what I was hoping to get. I'm using it mostly for research. I wanna ask people if they party as hard as I think. And where and how to get to parties. I wanna learn how normal people get by. But the people I match with are all like "Oh, my school isn't a big party school." And I can maybe believe that, but I wanna see if they say that same thing to another person. Maybe someone younger with bigger muscles. Or how about this for a fish? An older gentleman with a lot of money? Maybe he takes care of his body. Or maybe he really DOESN'T take care of his body. Or how about a guy with a Chad face and a Chad chin and Chad trap muscles, but in his bio he warns women that he's only 5 foot 5? But on the OTHER hand, maybe he's got an 8 inch dick? There's all manner of fish I wanna try out. But I would I need multiple accounts, wouldn't I? Multiple phones? How does @Reddit_is_for_cucks over on Incels.is do it? Should probably ask him.

In the meantime, it's writhing in frustration in the one that got away. And losing sleep over my job. :feelswah:
 
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"And Suddenly Things Turned Sour" or "The View From Orbit"

TL;DR:
Screenshots of my/Anselm's latest Tinder match learning I/Anselm is a virgin and being so blown over by the fact that she doubts everything she's heard about me. Like a cuck I desperately try to make her like me, even though I can never meet her.



Pran Funkels is on, and they're playing a game called Trojan.


Reminds me of all the sweet talk I told this woman about how I would buy her perfumes and so on. Even though I can never meet her. And cuck that I am, part of me considered "Maybe I can just buy her things forever and never meet her, that way I can keep her happy and never break the premise of my fishing." This "relationship" is probably very bad for me. Fortunately(?) I might have an out. I don't wanna be the one to break it, I'm too much of a good person. But she might be looking to break it herself. I've been talking to her. Here's the screenshots. And Tinder Friend, if you happen upon this thread, I don't think they'll let you join. But hello. I guess you know the truth now.

First, I should preface with a recap. I didn't start this account to Incelfish, the idea only came to me after @LDARGoblin and the Incels.is gang created Anselm. So because the idea came to me after I made the account, all I could do to change the account for Incelfishing was change the picture and the bio. The age and name must stay the same.

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So in order to be "Anselm" I have to clarify that "Justin" is just a pseudonym. And it was, that's the truth. I originally made the account just to browse and see who would talk to me. "Justin's" full name is "Justin Hierebrowsing." I've clarified that with this woman. This'll be relevant come later screenshots because this woman reads Anselm's bio.

So we're talking about the stuff we wanna do to one another, and I mention off the cuff that it's been a while since I've seen a vagina. And she asks if I'm married. I say no. And she brings up how my bio says I've only had one sexual experience. She wants to know what it was. This is all part of the backstory of Anselm's character that @LDARGoblin told me.

His mother left him in the woods as a child, where he was found and raised by a family of frogs. At the age of 17 Anselm was casted away for using his family member as a fleshlight
So I tell her...

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Interesting thing, she appears to be less shocked at the fact that I fucked a frog, and more shocked at the fact that I'm a virgin. I explain that it's because I'm ugly. She gives me the usual platitudes. "Someone for everyone, you know the drill."

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But she's also so bowled over by my admission that she refuses to believe it. How??? HOW am I still a virgin??? A lot of people tell me "Don't admit you're a virgin, it can only hurt you." But I tell you gentlemen, this is something I've always wanted an opportunity to do. And to get it off my chest was more sexually gratifying than all the masturbatory sessions I have ever known. I wanna be close enough to a person so I can say "Yes! I am a virgin! I don't want to be! What should I do??? Help me!!! What do you think I should do to fuck people like you do???" But it seems right now she doesn't believe me. Eventually she asks me what my job is.

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Then she asks why I don't have any photos of myself. I explain that it's because I'm ugly. She warns me that I'm lucky to be getting matches without a photograph of myself. I remind her that we discussed earlier that I originally made the account just to browse. And then I remark that I "hit the jackpot" when I met her. :soy: She shuts that shit down with "We haven't met yet so no jackpot." Earlier she couldn't stop talking about how she wants to meet me. Her tune has made a COMPLETE 360 at this point.. She's turned 360 degrees and she's walking away as we speak. But in my defense, I didn't mean "hit the jackpot" as in "Found someone who will have sex with me," I meant "Found someone who didn't think I was a bot or something and decided to swipe right." Because as she said, the odds of that happening are low.

She asks why I would go on Tinder just to browse.

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I explain why, and then she says she thinks anonymity is sexy. Like sex with strangers and all that. So I think I'm good again. Even though I can never meet her. But THEN she hits me with the "I don't think your backstory is true." Because Anselm isn't a Hindi name.

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And now I'm kicking myself over committing to the character. Anselm isn't a Hindi first name. Damn it! But does everyone from India have to have curry-sounding first names? Can't I be named after Anselm of Canterbury? People get named after people all the time! I'm wishing I had a more believable backstory to go with. Actually, I'm wishing I hadn't gone through with this at all if there's women like this woman willing to have sex with men my age, provided we don't lie to them.

But I'm in too deep. I must commit to the bit. I tell her that though my first name isn't Indian-sounding, my last name is, and that's what counts. I go looking for the right Hindi surname. It takes me a while.


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Then she asks me where I live. I've omitted it from the chatlog so as not to get myself doxxed/DC Sniper'd.

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And that's all of that so far. Here's where I am now. Struggling to keep this conversation alive. She was so much more interested in me earlier, I gotta tell ya. This is what I'm talking about. The worst thing I could've done was violate her trust. But I do wonder why she wants to know where I live if she's not interested in me. Looking to prove I am who I say I am? I think I'd be happier if she was catfishing me and this is actually someone looking to burgle me. Because whether it's a burglar who steals my stuff, or she's the real deal and I end up buying her things and never having sex with her, either way I end up getting robbed.
 
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"And Suddenly Things Turned Sour" or "The View From Orbit"

TL;DR: Screenshots of my/Anselm's latest Tinder match learning I/Anselm is a virgin and being so blown over by the fact that she doubts everything she's heard about me. Like a cuck I desperately try to make her like me, even though I can never meet her.



Pran Funkels is on, and they're playing a game called Trojan.


Reminds me of all the sweet talk I told this woman about how I would buy her perfumes and so on. Even though I can never meet her. And cuck that I am, part of me considered "Maybe I can just buy her things forever and never meet her, that way I can keep her happy and never break the premise of my fishing." This "relationship" is probably very bad for me. Fortunately(?) I might have an out. I don't wanna be the one to break it, I'm too much of a good person. But she might be looking to break it herself. I've been talking to her. Here's the screenshots. And Tinder Friend, if you happen upon this thread, I don't think they'll let you join. But hello. I guess you know the truth now.

First, I should preface with a recap. I didn't start this account to Incelfish, the idea only came to me after @LDARGoblin and the Incels.is gang created Anselm. So because the idea came to me after I made the account, all I could do to change the account for Incelfishing was change the picture and the bio. The age and name must stay the same.



So in order to be "Anselm" I have to clarify that "Justin" is just a pseudonym. And it was, that's the truth. I originally made the account just to browse and see who would talk to me. "Justin's" full name is "Justin Hierebrowsing." I've clarified that with this woman. This'll be relevant come later screenshots because this woman reads Anselm's bio.

So we're talking about the stuff we wanna do to one another, and I mention off the cuff that it's been a while since I've seen a vagina. And she asks if I'm married. I say no. And she brings up how my bio says I've only had one sexual experience. She wants to know what it was. This is all part of the backstory of Anselm's character that @LDARGoblin told me.



So I tell her...


Interesting thing, she appears to be less shocked at the fact that I fucked a frog, and more shocked at the fact that I'm a virgin. I explain that it's because I'm ugly. She gives me the usual platitudes. "Someone for everyone, you know the drill."


But she's also so bowled over by my admission that she refuses to believe it. How??? HOW am I still a virgin??? A lot of people tell me "Don't admit you're a virgin, it can only hurt you." But I tell you gentlemen, this is something I've always wanted an opportunity to do. And to get it off my chest was more sexually gratifying than all the masturbatory sessions I have ever known. I wanna be close enough to a person so I can say "Yes! I am a virgin! I don't want to be! What should I do??? Help me!!! What do you think I should do to fuck people like you do???" But it seems right now she doesn't believe me. Eventually she asks me what my job is.


Then she asks why I don't have any photos of myself. I explain that it's because I'm ugly. She warns me that I'm lucky to be getting matches without a photograph of myself. I remind her that we discussed earlier that I originally made the account just to browse. And then I remark that I "hit the jackpot" when I met her. :soy: She shuts that shit down with "We haven't met yet so no jackpot." Earlier she couldn't stop talking about how she wants to meet me. Her tune has made a COMPLETE 360 at this point.. She's turned 360 degrees and she's walking away as we speak. But in my defense, I didn't mean "hit the jackpot" as in "Found someone who will have sex with me," I meant "Found someone who didn't think I was a bot or something and decided to swipe right." Because as she said, the odds of that happening are low.

She asks why I would go on Tinder just to browse.


I explain why, and then she says she thinks anonymity is sexy. Like sex with strangers and all that. So I think I'm good again. Even though I can never meet her. But THEN she hits me with the "I don't think your backstory is true." Because Anselm isn't a Hindi name.


And now I'm kicking myself over committing to the character. Anselm isn't a Hindi first name. Damn it! But does everyone from India have to have curry-sounding first names? Can't I be named after Anselm of Canterbury? People get named after people all the time! I'm wishing I had a more believable backstory to go with. Actually, I'm wishing I hadn't gone through with this at all if there's women like this woman willing to have sex with men my age, provided we don't lie to them.

But I'm in too deep. I must commit to the bit. I tell her that though my first name isn't Indian-sounding, my last name is, and that's what counts. I go looking for the right Hindi surname. It takes me a while.


Then she asks me where I live. I've omitted it from the chatlog so as not to get myself doxxed/DC Sniper'd.

And that's all of that so far. Here's where I am now. Struggling to keep this conversation alive. She was so much more interested in me earlier, I gotta tell ya. This is what I'm talking about. The worst thing I could've done was violate her trust. But I do wonder why she wants to know where I live if she's not interested in me. Looking to prove I am who I say I am? I think I'd be happier if she was catfishing me and this is actually someone looking to burgle me. Because whether it's a burglar who steals my stuff, or she's the real deal and I end up buying her things and never having sex with her, either way I end up getting robbed.
don‘t tell them you‘re a virgin jfl, just lie about it

look how she got turned off when she found out
 
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don‘t tell them you‘re a virgin jfl, just lie about it

look how she got turned off when she found out
I understand, but it won't mean anything for me unless my partner knows I'm a virgin. It's something I need to confess to. I need to be saved from it.
 
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TL;DR: Looksmax.org has ads now, I noticed. But unlike on Incels.is, they're not all porn ads. So how was Looksmax.org able to get a non-porn sponsor when both Incels.is and Looksmax.org are owned by the same guy, and it's not even a secret? Did Sarge's appearance on that podcast earn him some mainstream appeal? Also, the big bosses at my job are coming for me next week and it probably has something to do with the fact that I tried to go over my supervisor's head so I could browse the Internet for leisure. My job woes remind me of how my sister recently quit her job, but where I suffer indignity because I don't have a new job lined up yet, she quit without getting a new job and now she mooches off my parents. I found out while visiting them. And while I visited them my mom suggested I meet people by taking up hobbies. But she and my dad didn't meet through hobbies. No normie meets through hobbies, that's a bullshit platitude. But I did meet someone on Tinder. Unfortunately, it was through my Incelfishing account and she has a very different image in mind of who I am, and I can't ever meet her in person. So I'm very upset. Upset enough that I really feel like I should scrap the whole thing and start anew. I wonder if I would get different fishing results with different bait.
Couldn't read everything, but regarding ads it's because looksmax was approved for google ads, .is rejected, so we have to use different ad provider. We might change this in the future, no idea.
Please use an adblocker, I hate them myself. ublock origin is the best.
 
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Couldn't read everything, but regarding ads it's because looksmax was approved for google ads, .is rejected, so we have to use different ad provider. We might change this in the future, no idea.
Please use an adblocker, I hate them myself. ublock origin is the best.
I have no beef with the ads, I like them. But I was wondering why it is Incels.is has to have porn ads, but Looksmax.org has the choice of Google ads. And it looks like my theory was correct. Incels.is is banned from Google ads, but Looksmax.org isn't. But why? Because Incels.is has a bad reputation?
 
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I have no beef with the ads, I like them. But I was wondering why it is Incels.is has to have porn ads, but Looksmax.org has the choice of Google ads. And it looks like my theory was correct. Incels.is is banned from Google ads, but Looksmax.org isn't. But why? Because Incels.is has a bad reputation?
As I said, .is was rejected, reasons are out of my understanding though one can guess.
 
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"The Family Business" or "Motorbiking To Alaska"

TL;DR: Putting the main body of text behind a spoiler tag because all of the text on this page is making it hard to load. I had my meeting with the bosses and it was just a performance review. But after the performance review my supervisor took me aside and yelled at me. And then later that day he said he was sorry and that he basically "forgave" me. Bratty Slut has unmatched me. I need a dream to hold onto. But I can't just hold onto it, I need to pursue it. I talked to my mom and learned that if I wanna slay, my dad might be my best guide to how to do that. But she doesn't seem happy about me wanting to be a degenerate. She wants me to act my age.

The servers were down a little while ago and I thought it had something to do with the Polar Vortex. Or the Snow Squall. Which maybe didn't make sense because I thought computers loved the cold. But the inability to load Looksmax and Incels.is made me think about how tough this thread is to load. All this text is enough text to actually call on some real resources. But what if I hid the main body of text behind a spoiler window? So I'm gonna try that and see if it helps.

The corporate penguin suits did visit on Monday, and they gave me a performance review. It was my annual performance review, but this was the first time they were there for it. That was pretty much uneventful.

But after they left? My supervisor pulls me into his office for another meeting. And he's furious about the phone call, like I thought. He doesn't say "Hey you were trying to get past the filter" or anything like that, he's upset that I apparently had a technical issue and didn't come to him first. He says that I'm not to call corporate about these things, I'm apparently not supposed to. He says he had to put out a lot of fires for the sake of keeping me on after that phone call, smoothing things over with corporate. I don't know what he means by that and he wasn't in a mood to clarify. But he says if I do it again, I'll be punished. :feelsbaton:

This is one of those moments where I'm thinking "I should tell the higher ups about this." But if what my supervisor says is true, they're on his side about this and don't want me calling them. Which would make it true that I'm not allowed to contact the higher ups about business matters. But I've never heard of this? But my supervisor was talking to me like it was obvious that I should know this. Later that day he warms back up to me and apologizes, but suggests I think about things like this next time. As if there was any rule anywhere that said I shouldn't call corporate.

Real TV dinner moment. :feelsbadman: On top of that, the bratty slut made it official and unmatched me. She told me it was because she felt like she didn't know me. Didn't like that I didn't have a picture of myself. Felt like I was lying or trying to hide something. And to be fair, I was. But I just feel like it had something to do with my saying I was a virgin. But she says it wasn't that. She says she was always suspicious of me. But that just doesn't square with how she was acting before. If it was all an act, why break the act when she did? It doesn't have any explanation other than something about that day made me seem suspicious enough that she called me out. Maybe she's reading this thread? It's too late for her to tell me, she's unmatched with me. Maybe it was that I said I was a virgin, and she thought I was lying or whatever. People, incels and non-incels, men and women, have said I should just not tell people I'm a virgin. But I ain't about that life. I'd be no better than those trannies who hide the fact that they're trans until after the clothes come off. But mostly? It's because I want to be saved from my virginity. It's kind of a fantasy I have. You hear so much about incels and Foreveralones who have friends and family who talk to them about sex, and the subject of whether or not they're virgins is often broached. And these incels and Foreveralones, they dread this. But not me! It's my fantasy to have one of those conversations. My fantasy is thus: I wanna have some female friends/acquaintances/colleagues who are comfortable enough talking to me about their sex lives. And then they say "@FrothySolutions, how about you? What's your take on this sexual topic we're talking about?" And breaking from the pack of liars and deniers before me, I'll say "I don't know. The fact is, I haven't ever had relations. I am a virgin." And they would say "No way you're a virgin! You're so sexually attractive!" I'm sexually attractive in this fantasy. And these friends of mine decide that they need to get me un-virgined. Just one of the things I would've liked to have happen to me. To have someone want to have sex with me, learn I am a virgin, and have that somehow augment the experience. Like it's some kind of exciting mission for them to have me broken in. And I kinda need it to be a group of friends. So many anons have come so close to this, it's just they never reveal that they're virgins. And I feel like I almost came close with the woman who unmatched with me.

So I'm stuck in a hostile work environment, and I've lost my best Tinder match. I've been giving a lot of thought to crazy fantasies like the one I just mentioned. They're usually the result of some great loss or breaking point. Like maybe you quit your job, sell everything you own, and take the money road tripping on your bike up to Alaska. Some guy in Imgur did that. It wasn't wise, but he was happy. And that's all I really want. To do something stupid that will make me happy. I'm trying to compile a list of things I'd like to do. Mostly inspired by the greentexts of anons who made it out of the NEETdom. They start taking care of themselves, suddenly the QTs start noticing them and showing interest in them, then they get invited to a party, yadda yadda yadda, sex. It's crazy fantasies like these, and getting another job for instance, that keep me sane while working for this supervisor of mine. Like, this is only temporary. I haven't started living my "real life" yet. There's an anime called "Kaiji" with a pretty profound quote about stupid thinking like this. I think it basically means that if you haven't started living your real life yet, you should try to start living it as soon as possible, because you don't wanna end up on your death bed having been complacent about how shitty your life was, as if by magic it was gonna improve itself. So I went to visit my parents again. I wanted to check on them because it's #PolarVortex and #SnowSquall. My mom talked to me about getting out there and finding a woman. She suggested I learn how to slow dance. And right off the bat I know my mom is talking about women and relationships that I'm not interested in. She's talking about sophisticated and mature women, whose main appeal isn't how hot they are or how slutty they are, but how loyal they are, and that they share my interests. I'm not looking to do that. I'm looking to end up on State Snaps. I'm looking to meet a girl who will let me spray her in the twat with a Super Soaker at a house party or beach party or some third kind of party. I explain this to my mom. She points out that I'm too old for that shit. And I know. And that's the depressing place I am right now. That my heart's fondest ambition is beyond me. I don't want her slow dancing deep conversationalist women, they bore me. They bore straight through my brain. They bore me to death. I want the fun women, and I want to be fun enough to be worth the fun women's interest. I tell my mom this, and she seems kinda... offended? Or disgusted? Because this isn't a good way to live? But she says that if that's the kind of life I wanna live, I should ask my dad for advice. Because that's what he used to do.

First, I feel sorry for my mom. Because my mom is one of those slow dancing conversationalists who prioritizes loyalty and stability over reckless flash. And I feel like I'm "rejecting" her. Which doesn't make sense because she's my mom. And she has my dad. But she's mad at me now. But I'm like "How could you not think I would want the fun life, Mom?" Then again, boring women need love too. But if I can flip this on you, Mom, why don't the boring women just be more fun? It's true, you shouldn't have to change who you are to meet someone. But if you have rare tastes, if you want a light salad in a world full of McRib eaters... what can you be expected to do? Maybe she thought I was one of the different ones. Because I never did any of the fun stuff. So maybe she thought I was boring by choice?

Second... I don't like thinking of my father as some kind of "slayer" but that's what my mom says he was. He doesn't look like a slayer. And all this talk of my parents in their courting days has left me disturbed. But I have to know how my dad did it. So when next I visit, I'm gonna have a talk with him about this. But I'm pretty sure he'll say the same thing: "You're too old for this now. I did this when I was in my 20s." But I think I'd like to know anyway. As if I were in my 20s. Because let's say I get another chance at this, by some miracle. I don't wanna blow it like I blew it with the girl on Tinder. There's little more painful than wasting your shot at a thing because you didn't know what you were doing or you were in the wrong place or it was the wrong time. So I need to ask the slayers how they slew, how they ended up in the situations they ended up in. How they gained the fame and reputation they got. I'll start with my dad.
 
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"On My Own" or "The Social Retard"

TL;DR:
DDoS attacks are over. @Master thinks they're the product of a newfound Incel Scare thanks to a documentary the CBC aired. I seem to remember the CBC having a hotline or something you could call, I wanna call it and complain about how one-sided the piece was. Talked to my dad about how to be a "slayer" like he was(?) and he wouldn't help me because he doesn't believe I'm ready. Work is boring, and it made me think about how having to work 40 hours or more per week keeps you from making real, natural friends with anyone that isn't your co-worker. I thought I'd ask r/socialskills how to do it, but they didn't have any answers for me. My social retardation made me think about the recent fire Bill Maher came under for complaining about millennials.


It's Groundhog Day. and Phil didn't see his shadow. That means the DDoS attacks will end early! So far I haven't noticed any.

@Master is pretty sure this was the result of some documentary on the CBC that re-stoked panic in the hearts of what could be dozens of viewers.

https://incels.is/threads/ddos-attacks-host-change-and-other-annoucements.104710/

Not long ago @Sergeant was helicopter dicking that one YouTube podcaster. And now this. And why? Because unlike with the podcaster, incels didn't actually get to speak for themselves. Which is bullshit. Even terrorists get to speak for themselves before people decide they're evil. Terrorists admit they are as evil as we believe they are. But with incels, we didn't even get a chance to explain ourselves with this CBC thing. Then again, it's CBC. In Canada. I'm not fussed about winning hearts in Canada. Then again, maybe it wouldn't hurt to give someone a phone call. Anybody know who I can call? I'd like to make this a phone call and not, say, an e-mail.

Reached out to my dad about how to be a slayer, per my mother's suggestion. But my dad wouldn't/couldn't really give me anything. He thinks I have Ass Burgers. And I'm not saying I don't, but he believes that because of my Ass Burgers, I have particular needs and the typical lifestyle isn't one that I can live. Maybe he's right. But I pressed him for advice anyway. Even with Ass Burgers I can follow instructions, can't I? I can be coached, can't I? Then he goes on to say that what I need to do is make sure my room is clean and my hygiene is up to snuff. This was always a big thing with him. As I said in this post, that was a thing with both of my parents. But it was especially a thing with my dad. He needed perfection. I explain to him "Dad, I keep my house clean and I wash myself. I really do." But he's like "But is it SPOTLESS? Is it IMMACULATE???" I can come back to him when I've perfected cleanliness. Apparently I can't slay like he did until I "make this a priority." So I'm on my own here, for now.

Running out of things to watch on Netflix. Yesterday I didn't even watch it. My work suffered immensely because I had nothing to break up the monotony of the tests. I hope all my bosses choke on it. This is what they reap. But in the still of boredom at work, I realized something: How am I supposed to have friends when I have a job?

You've probably seen this tired "meme" before, about Jesus having 12 close friends despite being over 30?


I was thinking about that, and I think the reason older people don't have close friends is because, as I keep saying, the social environments and the communities that are conducive to that kind of thing are gone. It's less to do with 30 year olds being boring, and more to do with how 30 year olds don't have the freedom to have close friends. Because they have families now. Or at the very least, they have to go to work. When you were in school, you went to class with your friends. When class went out, you went to lunch with your friends. Or hung out in the dorms with your friends. Or went clubbing with your friends. You spent enough time per day/week with these people to facilitate a bond. But with work, unless you're friends with your co-workers (and for some people that's an option), you cannot see anyone frequently enough to be that close to them. You have the weekend, and that's it. And if you only know someone as a weekend appointment, not only is that not enough time to form the kinds of bonds you formed back in school, but the routine of it all precludes you from being a friend. You're an "appointment." You're a break or a vacation from "real life." Not a friend. Even in school, if you only see people Monday through Friday, 8:30 to 3:00 that can be seen as a "break." A friend is someone you try and contact as often as possible. You go out to places with friends. You hang out at home with friends. You just do stuff. But there's no time to "do stuff" when you have a job taking up the bulk of your week. That's why so many people on Tinder forewarn that, because of their jobs, they probably won't be able to chat very often.

I'm not the only person in the world with a job though, so I figured "Other people MUST have friends. People who aren't in school. How do they manage to do it despite having to go to work?" I decided to hit up r/socialskills and ask. And I got no responses.


I don't know how to have sex, I don't know how I'm gonna support a friendship because I don't know how I can afford to see anyone frequently enough that isn't a co-worker... and no one will help me. :feelsbadman:

Arrested development isn't just for incels though. There's a lot of this goin' on. You're telling me soy men aren't just as socially retarded as incels? That's why, nowadays, there's this term thrown around: "Adulting." A term used by legal adults to describe things they as adults should know how to do, but don't. Or hate doing. Bill Maher recently came under some millennial ire for complaining about this in a piece he wrote about how comics are for children and the fact that comic book movies are such a booming industry right now is a sign that the country is infantilized. Now, I disagree with Bill Maher on just about every other issue. In fact I think I don't like him very much. But he's right on the money with this. And I can say that as a social retard myself. Yeah the point about comic books maybe doesn't hold much water. And that's a hard maybe. But his larger point was that this current generation is afraid to grow up. Or unable to grow up. And people shouted back "Well why should we? Who decided what the rules for adulthood were?" And the reason we should is, ideally, age gives us maturity. Where we start to want more sophisticated things. If not NEED more sophisticated things. You should grow to the point where Dora The Explorer isn't "enough" for you anymore. Where childish things aren't "enough" and you need something with more substance. So if you like comics and 2D, sure, whatever, like what you want. But if the basis of why you like it is "It's not like that boring grown-up stuff that's hard and makes me sad" then you're in the same retard boat that I'm in. Clinging to youth because I'm literally unprepared for adulthood right now. Shirking the things I should be capable of handling. The things I should want more than childish things because childish things are shallow and unsubstantial in the eyes and hearts of healthy grown-ups.

On the other hand, Bill Maher is an unabashed poe-theed who casually fucks black Barbies half his age. Is that mature? I don't know. Sex and drugs are for adults, I like to think. But the point is, be mature. Maybe those things don't make Bill Maher immature. Maybe comics don't make you immature. But the point Bill Maher means to make is, healthy adults shouldn't knowingly and purposefully cling to youth out of fear or rejection of maturity. And I shouldn't. But I do anyway. But at least I admit that I'm a social retard.
 
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"Pure and Chaste" or "What Incels Get Up To On The Weekend"

TL;DR:
Another Saturday LDARing (Lying Down and Relaxing). I ponder whether it's worth doing this every Saturday night or if I should break routine in pursuit of sex. There's an app called Pure, if I found women on Pure who wanted to have sex, would I skip Pran Funkels to go have sex with this woman? I don't think I would. But if I were invited to a party like @Deltoid, I probably would. I need people like @Deltoid to tell me how it is they do the things they do.

Waiting for Pran Funkels to start...


As I wait, I wonder, would I give up this nightly treat if it meant sex? Guaranteed sex? I imagine if someone called me and begged me to show up at a party or something, yeah I would. But I recently learned about this new app called "Pure."

https://en.pure.dating/

https://pure.sex/en/onboarding

I haven't signed up yet because I understand it costs money. But what I hear is, you upload a picture put out a request to fuck, just like all the porn ads say to do. And you're provided a map of people in your area who have also put out requests. You can respond to those requests and if they respond to you too, it's a match, a la Tinder. But the request only stays up for an hour. These are meant to be quick, no-string-attached, first come first served get it while it's hot arrangements. You can put up another request if your first request didn't get any matches though.

So if I was on Pure and got a match asking me to come over within the hour, would I skip the show tonight? I hear around nighttime people's hormones start to act up and they're more inclined to hook up. "Bratty Slut" tended to message me at night, back when we were still matched. So maybe around nighttime I would find some hot local single in my area. But as people tell me in this thread, unless this app is the exception to every other "Meet and fuck" service in the history of the Internet, this place is probably 95% men. If women wanna fuck, they won't pay to do it. How many male brothels do you know of? The demand doesn't exist in equal measure. But no, I protest! I need to hear actual testimonial from people! And this is the kind of testimonial I get.



There's not much being said about Pure because it's new-ish. But based on what little is being said, I can assume the prospects are comparable to Craigslist hookups. And the prospects on Craigslist were never good. I'm talking the dregs of society. And what few women were on Craigslist had demands that I can't meet anyway. AND... it's taking patrons about 100 miles of searching to find people, and I can't make it out there at night reliably. So I think no, I wouldn't break my nightly routine for Pure pussy. I probably wouldn't break a lazy Sunday for Pure pussy. Does that make me volcel?

Then again, something's probably gotta give at some point. And I'm sick of finding hot girls on Tinder, only to be lead to their Instagrams where they say things like "God over everything" and I'm like, damn it, I can see your pussy through your shorts and you shortdick me with "Teehee, I like to pretend I'm a fundamentalist Christian?" For that frustration, I could probably work myself up to fucking a Craigslist woman. If a prostitute can fuck an incel, I can fuck a less-than-ideal woman.

I need some kind of social circle. So I can make friends who will invite me to parties where sex will happen. Then I'll break my Saturday. If only I could fit in with the college kids. That's where I wanna be. Those are the parties I wanna go to. @Deltoid is going to a party because of the social circle he belongs to. He knows a girl, he's fucking her, he knows her friend, and he'll probably fuck her too. I wanna know how that happens. What social circle does he belong to? Is he in school? I await his response to my question. He and I have some things to talk about. If I had his life, would I break my Saturday? I think I would. Man, how does he find the time to fuck and go to parties if he has to also go to work though?
 

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