SlayerSlayer
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This Tyrone I was talking to was telling me stories about how seeing his newborn son for the first time changed his life. He asked me if I wanted to have kids someday, completely obvious that I'm a tiny ugly ricecel with aspergers. I mentioned to him, that I personally would never want to have kids, a son especially, because I cannot guarantee they would live a happy life. I left it at that. Aside from kind of jabbing me that all men should want sons over daughters, what he said next, destroyed me. He said:
"When I looked at my son the other day, that kid right there, that's me. And that's all I needed to know that he will be great in life, because of ME."
When he left, I was shaken to my core. I was seething with the resentment of simply existing. How can the world be so inequitable? It was at that moment when I realized that that all sexhavers, all procreators; they are Gods, if not true Gods, then most certainly have the delusions of a God.
"When I looked at my son the other day, that kid right there, that's me. And that's all I needed to know that he will be great in life, because of ME."
When he left, I was shaken to my core. I was seething with the resentment of simply existing. How can the world be so inequitable? It was at that moment when I realized that that all sexhavers, all procreators; they are Gods, if not true Gods, then most certainly have the delusions of a God.