At a ritzy wedding I attended years ago, I did a little experiment. There were around 200 people and I was forced to talk to many of them and most if not all asked what I did for living. This was exposure 'therapy' in the sphincter of satan.
In other countries, normies are nice enough to ask you what you like to do, "I like to permaculture and neetmax," but in Americana you're asked what you do for living, how you earn shekels.
I told half of the people I either didn't work because I'm a crypto multi millionaire; that is, gambling and luck made me rich and now I can leisure max until death, or that I sell drugs — I usually told the latter to younger more hip guys. And I'd wink, hinting that I'd sell them some here and now.
And I said all of this with undiagnosed Aspergers, so it didn't always go smoothly, and every single millisecond I wanted to get the hell away from them.
The other half, I told them I didn't work, "I have a disability," I didn't say what, and/or, I do "nothing." If it started to get really awkward, which it almost always did when I said "nothing," I'd follow up the "nothing" with "but I grow vegetables."
After conducting this hellish experiment, which, by the way, doesn't help anxiety, as exposure therapy only helps if you receive positive reciprocation from society and people — you're anxiety will be worsened as an incel —I concluded that selling drugs, becoming a crypto millionaire by gambling money is a positive venture according to normies compared to neetmaxxing. I also had to deal with many of my relatives, who knew of my disability, but since it's an invisible disease, say shit like, "you look really good, are you planning on taking trips with us soon?", as if my disability doesn't exist because I look good, which means, you look fine, now get back to werk loser!
Selling drugs was considered cool. I got normies to laugh with a smirk and smile as if selling drugs is a respectable and masculine occupation. They didn't know what drugs, all they needed to know was that I was a dealer and they knew that I could hook them up.
When I mentioned I was a
crypto millionaire they were intrigued. They were totally invested, even at my short stature they looked at me as a man who made it, someone who achieved wealth through hard work.
When I mentioned doing nothing, normies became agitated, standoffish and looked at me like I was a lunatic, crazy or would quickly scurry away, which was a relief for me. If I brought up that I gardened for myself, they'd say shit like, "oh yeah, that's cool," but in a condescending way, as if I was lesser than them. I'm almost certain many of them already knew I had a disability and was living with parents, so they were
probably surprised when I told them I sold drugs or made it in crypto.
All in all, if you never want anyome to talk to you ever again, tell them you're an incel neet.
Even you closest friends, if you have one, might never talk to you again.
In other countries, normies are nice enough to ask you what you like to do, "I like to permaculture and neetmax," but in Americana you're asked what you do for living, how you earn shekels.
I told half of the people I either didn't work because I'm a crypto multi millionaire; that is, gambling and luck made me rich and now I can leisure max until death, or that I sell drugs — I usually told the latter to younger more hip guys. And I'd wink, hinting that I'd sell them some here and now.
And I said all of this with undiagnosed Aspergers, so it didn't always go smoothly, and every single millisecond I wanted to get the hell away from them.
The other half, I told them I didn't work, "I have a disability," I didn't say what, and/or, I do "nothing." If it started to get really awkward, which it almost always did when I said "nothing," I'd follow up the "nothing" with "but I grow vegetables."
After conducting this hellish experiment, which, by the way, doesn't help anxiety, as exposure therapy only helps if you receive positive reciprocation from society and people — you're anxiety will be worsened as an incel —I concluded that selling drugs, becoming a crypto millionaire by gambling money is a positive venture according to normies compared to neetmaxxing. I also had to deal with many of my relatives, who knew of my disability, but since it's an invisible disease, say shit like, "you look really good, are you planning on taking trips with us soon?", as if my disability doesn't exist because I look good, which means, you look fine, now get back to werk loser!
Selling drugs was considered cool. I got normies to laugh with a smirk and smile as if selling drugs is a respectable and masculine occupation. They didn't know what drugs, all they needed to know was that I was a dealer and they knew that I could hook them up.
When I mentioned I was a
crypto millionaire they were intrigued. They were totally invested, even at my short stature they looked at me as a man who made it, someone who achieved wealth through hard work.
When I mentioned doing nothing, normies became agitated, standoffish and looked at me like I was a lunatic, crazy or would quickly scurry away, which was a relief for me. If I brought up that I gardened for myself, they'd say shit like, "oh yeah, that's cool," but in a condescending way, as if I was lesser than them. I'm almost certain many of them already knew I had a disability and was living with parents, so they were
probably surprised when I told them I sold drugs or made it in crypto.
All in all, if you never want anyome to talk to you ever again, tell them you're an incel neet.
Even you closest friends, if you have one, might never talk to you again.
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