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I've been getting positive interactions with women at work and have been getting more compliments, and I'm starting to think that they're humans, and that none of us should be targets of abuse or hostility because of our romantic preferences.
Like, I'm starting to think that it's okay that they like hot guys who aren't me. I'm starting to be more accepting and understanding of that, and it's a bad thing.
I should be seething with bitterness and hate that they didn't pick me. I should want to see them fail and suffer because they had the audacity to pick another man over me, proving to me that my biology is not impressive enough to her.
I should be fuming and absolutely soulwithered, but I'm not.
I am...running out of hate.
I'm running out of misogyny.
The circuit of neurons in my brain that were badly aligned and causing me to be unable to accept the reality of my dating situation and attractiveness level are starting to work now. I'm starting to look at my 5/10 body and 5/10 face and be...accepting.
Now whenever I think about men mating pressing my dream girls and making them addicted to their dicks, I feel nothing. I'm not mad. I'm not depressed. I don't have that huge surge of inferiority and anxiety that makes me dread a future where I am alone and pussyless.
It just....doesn't fucking matter anymore.
I don't care.
I'm just slowly accepting that they just suck and I was born wrong, stuck in a world where I am friend material but not fuck material. In 50+ years I'll die and this reality can never hurt me again. A million years will pass and my failures as a man will sink into oblivion, never to be remembered and joked about ever again.
This "i am othered by society and can never reproduce so I must become a monster" shit that the glowies try to inoculate into us on here is old as fuck. I just want to make memes and watch cartoons. I'm tired of this incel depression cycle bullshit on r9k.
I yearn for more. I yearn for a good life. A moral life.
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>>82879946
>I've been getting positive interactions with women at work and have been getting more compliments
Mogs me so fucking hard. Women openly show disgust when I make eye contact
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>>82879962
>Mogs me so fucking hard. Women openly show disgust when I make eye contact
No, I still experience that too. Not so much disgust, but active aversion. hard locks onto their phone. Staring dead down the hallway. Never making eyecontact. Closed body language. Active aversion.
It might be because she has a hyphenated name (married) or does the "all men are dangerous so only hang with hot or gay ones" thing.
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>>82879970
women will not look at me unless I have another women next to me. As if to say. He's not an axe murdering rapist stalker, as if 70% of men are that unless vetted by a woman. In summary women are morons and they are a waste of time.
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>>82879970
Yeah but I never have positive interactions with girls irl
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You sound really fucking retarded
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>>82880027
I'm smarter than you though.
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>>82879946
Wow. A moid that has gone outside, has interacted with women and realized that they're also human beings...! Keep being like this and you'll get laid. Stay off 4chan and ull be happy my man



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