I saw this total Chad asking me for money outside a Popeyes. It was raining and he looked like a surfer Hemsworth, but more meth-fit, as opposed to protein-shake fit. I normally give homeless a dollar if I have some in my wallet, but for a Chad like that, I was very happy not to. To be honest, I really doubt a guy like that was actually homeless. He was probably an aspiring actor method acting, or just some trust-funder being dramatic for a night.
But suppose he really was a homeless Chad, no family, with a criminal record, and therefore incapable of finding employment. When I drove back home, I thought to myself that there ARE things in life better than cunt. Unlike homeless Chad, I have a job, a car to drive around, fried chicken, a roof over my head, internet access. Simple cushy comforts that are objectively better than sitting out all night in the rain begging incels for meth cash. Yeah, he gets occasional poon in some club bathroom, on the days he rinses himself at a Starbucks bathroom. But thanks to seeing this man, I know that I would take middle-class inceldom, over Chad homelessness any day of the week.
But suppose he really was a homeless Chad, no family, with a criminal record, and therefore incapable of finding employment. When I drove back home, I thought to myself that there ARE things in life better than cunt. Unlike homeless Chad, I have a job, a car to drive around, fried chicken, a roof over my head, internet access. Simple cushy comforts that are objectively better than sitting out all night in the rain begging incels for meth cash. Yeah, he gets occasional poon in some club bathroom, on the days he rinses himself at a Starbucks bathroom. But thanks to seeing this man, I know that I would take middle-class inceldom, over Chad homelessness any day of the week.
