Got screamed at today about being an incel.
I almost appreciate being trolled by foids about my inceldom. Usually, as should be expected, I am beneath contempt and such conversations don’t happen. I appreciate being beneath contempt and not having to engage. When I do have to deal with soyciety, well, it’s cause for reflection.
I think when a bitch bitches at you about how you’re a virgin, she is screaming about herself, how she does not want to be who she is, and how she sees how you checked out—almost like a jealousy about how you’re not in this cuck carousel and how you can’t be manipulated or shamed—how you have not responded to anything attentionally but screaming and making a scene—which is how this encounter happens—you’re dad now, for an overgrown child —roasties are losers and sad in a way I may never understand, I am coming to realize.
Define your life by sex—might as well be an insect.
I almost appreciate being trolled by foids about my inceldom. Usually, as should be expected, I am beneath contempt and such conversations don’t happen. I appreciate being beneath contempt and not having to engage. When I do have to deal with soyciety, well, it’s cause for reflection.
I think when a bitch bitches at you about how you’re a virgin, she is screaming about herself, how she does not want to be who she is, and how she sees how you checked out—almost like a jealousy about how you’re not in this cuck carousel and how you can’t be manipulated or shamed—how you have not responded to anything attentionally but screaming and making a scene—which is how this encounter happens—you’re dad now, for an overgrown child —roasties are losers and sad in a way I may never understand, I am coming to realize.
Define your life by sex—might as well be an insect.
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