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DJmaxxingMusicCel
The squid that filled the inkwell
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Why the fuck do whores interrupt me so much when I speak? I hypothesize this actually is a innate trait in females. No matter how kind a female seemed to me, she always interrupted me when I spoke to her. Always jumping in when I was speaking. For the record, I never have interrupted anyone outside of occasional incidents. They always feel the need to interrupt me, and they do this for fun. I know they do this for fun because when I speak up during silence, they begin speaking too, knowing that despite me starting speaking first, I will back down. I should really stop tolerating whores and actually just yell out the thing I wanted to say when they sabotage me, but I have too many manners to actually do that. Actual proof that personality and light triad gets you nowhere not just in dating, but interactions with women. The only reason that men even get into relationships with swine is because the swine occasionally give them pussy as a reward for compliance, Classically Conditioning them in a Pavlovian way, and the once respectable men up up chasing the dragon. Whenever a woman dies, their longest lasting partner goes to the funeral not just out of grief and to maintain the image of a etiquette follower, but to get payback for all the shit she made him go through and remember where her corpse is left. I myself don't believe in violence, but my intrusive thoughts start getting torturous every time this shit happens to me.
There are two types of men. Those who silently get pissed off by the feminine interruption instinct, and those who pick it up and use it to varying degrees. I had it used against me by my private 5'6 simp potbelly tutor when I was younger, where he used interruptions and abstract shitspeech when I dropped facts about roping and attacked his bluepill. My grandfather didn't have this problem in the submissive way, because he and she were on level playing field, arguing, and they still argue. My grandmother also interrupts either a lot less or I am not there to witness it.
There are two types of men. Those who silently get pissed off by the feminine interruption instinct, and those who pick it up and use it to varying degrees. I had it used against me by my private 5'6 simp potbelly tutor when I was younger, where he used interruptions and abstract shitspeech when I dropped facts about roping and attacked his bluepill. My grandfather didn't have this problem in the submissive way, because he and she were on level playing field, arguing, and they still argue. My grandmother also interrupts either a lot less or I am not there to witness it.
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