Were they strict or laid back?
Do they know about your situation or your views on women?
Do they know about your situation or your views on women?
How'd you get along with your folks? Did it influence your inceldom?
My folks were laid back.
They only know that I've never had a girlfriend, never talked to them about a girl, or anything. They have bought into the idea that I'm single because I spend too much time studying and working.
They only know that I've never had a girlfriend, never talked to them about a girl, or anything. They have bought into the idea that I'm single because I spend too much time studying and working.
laid back, they don't care what I do.
they are third worlders so they are not very bright. will kill myself when they die tho
My mom is strict, everytime I play pubg she gets mad at me.
My parents are blue-collar to the bone. There was never any strict bedtimes or forbidden language. Very liberal upbringing, but not to the point of retardation.
some of my aunts(almost all divorce rapists) acted up, but it was pretty normal otherwise.
>divorce rapistsmikepence said:
As in they divorced men so hard they left them bloodied and prolapsed?
A Good Friend said:
No, it's a MGTOW term that means taking half their shit, custody(though one of my crazier aunts only got to keep 1/3 kids thank god). I love my family but some of them are just pieces of shit, you can't get around it.
Strict, religious, patriarchical pieces of shit.
incelman said:
Did they make you pray to Zeus?
They are Blue Pill af and think my Black Pill theories are bullshit.
I swear, they are delusional.
I swear, they are delusional.
We cant talk about our datinglife at home, Its something you should keep for youreself.
But i once left condom pacakge in my pants and my mom saw them when doing the laundry.
That was awkard af.
But i once left condom pacakge in my pants and my mom saw them when doing the laundry.
That was awkard af.
Watching my mom leave my dad and then watching him LDAR made me apathetic. I got blackpilled pretty young realizing he wasn't good-looking, but seeing him still hope he could get his flirtatious advances reciprocated, and always shut down.
My dad was my original blackpill about the present society's absolute ruthlessness toward working-class average-looking guys: they're worthless and need to die out. Occasionally they'll get some drunk sex without a condom that doesn't get aborted for some reason, usually with a desperate woman that wants some identity as a mother and a meal ticket reason of "raising a child", and thus comes along us.
Then she'll leave, somewhere around society telling her she could've done better than him, or seeing "better than him" on TV, the internet, friends Facebooks, Instagram and tinder nowadays and the option there "need my space" aka need space to be a cumdumpster for Chads, and the state can just take care of her, so she doesn't need to stay.
These thoughts make me more reckless with my life. I have no qualms about drugs and motorcycles, for every day to attempt to live "normal" - with family, vacations, the adoration of women in at least the status of able to get a girlfriend - would be more existential dread in the understanding we all share here that it is futile, that the Tinder/Instagram age reserves the capacity for women to be truly adoring to a man and to be loyal, to only the few lucky strokes of fate, and, all of that, I couldn't endure anyways.
In other words, if I'm mangled to death in a motorcycle accident, or my organs start to fail from frivolity with my health, I could care less. I'll end it if it were ever too bad to continue living on the edge.
Still, my father was no hero. He was still bluepilled and hopefully chasing and being rejected to the bitter end. The only type of man I can admire in modern times - men like me - is someone like Houellebecq. His novels are novels for Incels.
My dad was my original blackpill about the present society's absolute ruthlessness toward working-class average-looking guys: they're worthless and need to die out. Occasionally they'll get some drunk sex without a condom that doesn't get aborted for some reason, usually with a desperate woman that wants some identity as a mother and a meal ticket reason of "raising a child", and thus comes along us.
Then she'll leave, somewhere around society telling her she could've done better than him, or seeing "better than him" on TV, the internet, friends Facebooks, Instagram and tinder nowadays and the option there "need my space" aka need space to be a cumdumpster for Chads, and the state can just take care of her, so she doesn't need to stay.
These thoughts make me more reckless with my life. I have no qualms about drugs and motorcycles, for every day to attempt to live "normal" - with family, vacations, the adoration of women in at least the status of able to get a girlfriend - would be more existential dread in the understanding we all share here that it is futile, that the Tinder/Instagram age reserves the capacity for women to be truly adoring to a man and to be loyal, to only the few lucky strokes of fate, and, all of that, I couldn't endure anyways.
In other words, if I'm mangled to death in a motorcycle accident, or my organs start to fail from frivolity with my health, I could care less. I'll end it if it were ever too bad to continue living on the edge.
Still, my father was no hero. He was still bluepilled and hopefully chasing and being rejected to the bitter end. The only type of man I can admire in modern times - men like me - is someone like Houellebecq. His novels are novels for Incels.
Laid back for the most part.
They would always tell me bluepilled advice like "You're handsome" and "Everyone gets a gf"
Then I would go to school to find myself being called ugly like it was the norm.
The contradictions made me confused, but I figured out that my folks were sugar coating so I wouldn't feel bad.
They would always tell me bluepilled advice like "You're handsome" and "Everyone gets a gf"
Then I would go to school to find myself being called ugly like it was the norm.
The contradictions made me confused, but I figured out that my folks were sugar coating so I wouldn't feel bad.
Incel_Dikshit said:
You buy condoms?
Its a mix of being laid back and strict.
As for girls? Well, they think I'm gay.
As for girls? Well, they think I'm gay.
idkwattodowithlife said:
It's because you are lol
FeminismsCancer said:
Lol sad story man i thoughti would use them offcourse but it didnt happen
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