Not too long ago, I was at a family function. Honestly, not sure what the occasion was exactly, since Orthodox Christmas isn't until sometime in January, but it was something along the line of it.
Back in the day, these things used to be fun - meeting up with your favorite cousins, talking about random stuff, eating some tasty food (if you're lucky), playing some vidya, listening to music, etc. Now, however, they are like visiting your own funeral.
All of my cousins and even the brother of my cousin's wife have a girlfriend and one of them, the wife having one, even has a kid. The only people at that function that never even had a girlfriend in the first place were me and my mentally handicapped cousin.
I felt like said cousin and I didn't belong there. We were sticking out like a sore thumb - two losers among highly successful people. Even though it's not like they all have actually achieved more than me - I graduated from the same type of school as the wife's brother did. The only difference between him and I is that he is not fat and not ugly.
I pity my handicapped cousin - if only he knew how bad things really are for him. He is convinced that he will eventually find someone out there, despite his 60% handicap, due to his family telling him all of this blue pill nonsense.
In his Day of Retribution video, ER said, "you denied me a happy life". This whole experience felt like looking through a window and seeing the life I could have lived. A life where I have a well-paid job and a loving girlfriend. What more do you need? Due to foids working at HR nowadays, even getting said well-paid job is a challenge now, despite my qualifications.
Let's see, this week three separate people have threatened to sue me, two sand niggers, on the account of me reposting a TikTok of the Chad Driver meme driving into a group of Palestinian protestors, and one foid whose sister I apparently insulted on a dating app a month ago. Perhaps this will ruin me to the point of roping. I don't have the financial resources to defend myself properly, so yeah.
I'm pretty confident that nothing will happen though, nothing ever happens, so I will probably just wait until my dad finishes furnishing my own apartment for me (I would have happily done it myself, but he insisted on buying everything new and installing some extra fancy bullshit, like a fan connected to the lamp in my toilet that will suck the shit air out), move, and then try losing weight, again. Having my own kitchen and having to buy food for myself should make this easier, but it could also just lead to me ordering food every single day and making my life worse. We'll see what happens.
Back in the day, these things used to be fun - meeting up with your favorite cousins, talking about random stuff, eating some tasty food (if you're lucky), playing some vidya, listening to music, etc. Now, however, they are like visiting your own funeral.
All of my cousins and even the brother of my cousin's wife have a girlfriend and one of them, the wife having one, even has a kid. The only people at that function that never even had a girlfriend in the first place were me and my mentally handicapped cousin.
I felt like said cousin and I didn't belong there. We were sticking out like a sore thumb - two losers among highly successful people. Even though it's not like they all have actually achieved more than me - I graduated from the same type of school as the wife's brother did. The only difference between him and I is that he is not fat and not ugly.
I pity my handicapped cousin - if only he knew how bad things really are for him. He is convinced that he will eventually find someone out there, despite his 60% handicap, due to his family telling him all of this blue pill nonsense.
In his Day of Retribution video, ER said, "you denied me a happy life". This whole experience felt like looking through a window and seeing the life I could have lived. A life where I have a well-paid job and a loving girlfriend. What more do you need? Due to foids working at HR nowadays, even getting said well-paid job is a challenge now, despite my qualifications.
Let's see, this week three separate people have threatened to sue me, two sand niggers, on the account of me reposting a TikTok of the Chad Driver meme driving into a group of Palestinian protestors, and one foid whose sister I apparently insulted on a dating app a month ago. Perhaps this will ruin me to the point of roping. I don't have the financial resources to defend myself properly, so yeah.
I'm pretty confident that nothing will happen though, nothing ever happens, so I will probably just wait until my dad finishes furnishing my own apartment for me (I would have happily done it myself, but he insisted on buying everything new and installing some extra fancy bullshit, like a fan connected to the lamp in my toilet that will suck the shit air out), move, and then try losing weight, again. Having my own kitchen and having to buy food for myself should make this easier, but it could also just lead to me ordering food every single day and making my life worse. We'll see what happens.
