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I got a new job and I will have to move. I currently travel about 200 minutes per day to get there and back again. I thought of a hotel, but 100 dollars a night is untenable. After taxes I figure I can only spend $81 a day, on anything rent, car insurance, gas, etc. Anything that isn't taxes. A hotel is ~100 a day. Event the cheapest ones are ~70. So then I discovered Air BnB, or rather finally investigated it after seeing it mentioned around the internet a thousand and one times. I decided to give a place close to a part of town that I was interested in a shot. Only $40 a night, doable. The family is nice. A roughly looksmatched couple in their late 30s, two kids, several animals. I wanted to try out a place in this neighborhood in the city to decide if I would move here permanently. I might. I've always enjoyed being able to walk to anything I might desire. I like the exercise, I like the exertion, I like the freedom from the confines of the car, the escape from the artificial highway.
I ended up spending too much money today. 124 dollars. More than 50% of my daily allotment. I decided to walk downtown. I went to a bar. I got some food and a drink. I don't usually drink you know. I don't understand how $10 goes into a margarita. Another 5 on a beer. 14 on a couple of Enchiladas. I should praise those enchiladas for their sauce, a strong, tart, sweet, tomatoey taste. Much more distinct than your run of the mill suburban Mexican place. Perhaps my palette is too Americanized, or calibrated incorrectly by suburban Mexican, but I thought the enchiladas were lacking a little in meat, or maybe it was cheese, or lack thereof. I can't complain about the alcohol content of the Margarita however. Not that I drink enough to judge, hardly ever. In fact the last time I drank anything might have been 2 years ago when I was till trying to pretend to be a normal human being around a former oneitis. Though, if I were completely honest, I would call her a current oneitis. That's a little besides the point.
I started to feel a little drunk, or at least what you'd call tipsy. I kept looking at the bartender. About 25, 5'7'', 120, no real muscular development besides a bit of ass. Brown hair, brown eyes. No, sorry, blue eyes, but she was so common overall that I can remember them as brown. Her chin was almost non existent. Her jawline even less so. Undoubtedly if she were male she'd be an incel. Even at the low end of normal BMI she had a double chin. There was no bone for her little bit of extra skin and minimal amount of fat to stretch around, so it just folded up under her chin. Most of you can find the nearest mirror if you're having trouble visualizing this. 4/10. It's fairly difficult for a woman to hit a 3 without being fat.
I stared at her a little bit. I remembered my oneitis. My oneitis with her high prominent cheekbones and her broad jawline, which isn't a bad feature on women if shaped well enough, I hardly know the terminology to describe it. A full, heart shaped face. Striking blue eyes instead of dull, cloudy sky colored like this girls. I thought about their two lives, how they would compare to each other. My oneitis simply exists and all average or less men that she interacts with, and she's a whore for attention (as well as the normal type of whore) so quite a lot, will inevitably fall in love with her if she hangs around them too long. Her romantic life is spent excitingly, riding the True Chad Cock Carousel. Men profess their love for her, they spend large amounts of money on her, take her to nice restaurants and city trips. There's a guy with top 1% body, a rising young doctor that will be making 7 figures by late in his career. They'll actually spend time on her, text her, make an effort for many months.
Meanwhile, while my oneitis is running around with top 5% men, this bartender can't even get a date with them. Yes, yes, I know what you say here. It's not true. It's a total injustice on her part too, because I'm sure she's running around with top 20% men, 20-15%, but the difference isn't linear, it's exponential, a top 1% guy is much, much better than a top 20% guy. The difference between a 1% guy and a 20% guy is larger than the difference between a 20% guy and an 80% guy. So this bartender never gets to experience that. Being ranked around 60/100 or 70/100 (1/100 being highest) the 20/100 guys she's with will easily discard her along with having less to give her. She can probably only manage 1 or 2 beta orbiters at a time, and they don't even giver her the satisfaction of getiting angry and calling her a whore in a huff when they exit the picture, followed by late night love letters that she can tell her friends are creepy.
But mostly the world will never value that bartender as much as my oneitis. The world will never look at her with eyes as full of love and intoxication. It's impossible. It doesn't matter what they say or do, it's just completely in the unbridgeable gap in how they look. What is available and given to my oneitis cannot ever, will not ever, be given to that bartender. We say that for ourselves, too, and I say...no. Yes, Chad has it made, the incel doesn't. We men, we really do have outs to looks though. Somewhat. Maybe not complete, but we can, potentially, taste some of the heights if we ever happen to find extreme success in some area. Women are more completely defined by their beauty. Men are defined more by their beauty that society admits, but the value of women for their beauty accounts for the totality of their value.
So how can there be a god? How can God create women that are less, completely, inalterably, to their counterparts. Even if they are as nice or nicer, as caring or more so, more compent at their jobs, etc, etc, etc. Forget about incels for a minute, and how these things apply to them as well, and just consider it for the average woman or below average woman, completely locked into their value no matter how much they struggle or do. I say this to you, fellow incels, the capacity for women to alter their lives is less than that at men, it is more one dimensional by far, and that dimension is beauty. So how can God exist? He casts out one woman, then the next, and the gap between their life's outcome is predetermined, straight out of the pussy, by how their body and face will be shaped, completely.
I heard once that one explanation for God is that the only thing an omniscient, omnipotent, omnipresent God lacks is limitation. So he created the universe to be his limitation. So I realized that he created us from himself. We are all God. It's the only way to reconcile what I've previously said. There must be some equivalence between that girl and my oneitis. One way to connect their seemingly irreconcilable differences, and that is that God created Humans to experience what he could not.
How can God be happy If he knows everything, has completely power? Can you be happy that 2+2 = 4? No? Everything is 2+2 = 4 to God, so God created man, and when Man first learns 2+2=4 he feels joy. However, with Joy necessarily comes the opposite state of despair for those who cannot recognize 2+2 =4. You see, we humans are Gods completelion. He knew that under certain circumstances all things could elicit a certain set of feelings. The universe, and all the universes, are the acting out of all possibilities for feeling all things about everything, something an all powerful God can't do. We are God's completion.
Further consider a human being's capacity for knowledge. The human being cannot hold all things in his mind at once. That is for God. But the human being can understand everything as a piece. No single part of the universe is beyond a human beings comprehension. This is why we are God's chose instead of dogs or trees, and this is why the Jews specifically, those who excel in all fields and understand all things, are God's chosen people. Einstein, jew, Oppenhemer, Jew, Jews Jews Jews.
In short, the only way I can reconcile the from the pussy privilege of some vs the from the pussy despair of others is that we are all God, and our role is to experience everything so that God can be complete.
So, Incel bretheren, when you look at Chad, it's ok, it's desired that you feel despair for your inability, lack of real potential, to match him. You're just fulfilling God's Plan.
I ended up spending too much money today. 124 dollars. More than 50% of my daily allotment. I decided to walk downtown. I went to a bar. I got some food and a drink. I don't usually drink you know. I don't understand how $10 goes into a margarita. Another 5 on a beer. 14 on a couple of Enchiladas. I should praise those enchiladas for their sauce, a strong, tart, sweet, tomatoey taste. Much more distinct than your run of the mill suburban Mexican place. Perhaps my palette is too Americanized, or calibrated incorrectly by suburban Mexican, but I thought the enchiladas were lacking a little in meat, or maybe it was cheese, or lack thereof. I can't complain about the alcohol content of the Margarita however. Not that I drink enough to judge, hardly ever. In fact the last time I drank anything might have been 2 years ago when I was till trying to pretend to be a normal human being around a former oneitis. Though, if I were completely honest, I would call her a current oneitis. That's a little besides the point.
I started to feel a little drunk, or at least what you'd call tipsy. I kept looking at the bartender. About 25, 5'7'', 120, no real muscular development besides a bit of ass. Brown hair, brown eyes. No, sorry, blue eyes, but she was so common overall that I can remember them as brown. Her chin was almost non existent. Her jawline even less so. Undoubtedly if she were male she'd be an incel. Even at the low end of normal BMI she had a double chin. There was no bone for her little bit of extra skin and minimal amount of fat to stretch around, so it just folded up under her chin. Most of you can find the nearest mirror if you're having trouble visualizing this. 4/10. It's fairly difficult for a woman to hit a 3 without being fat.
I stared at her a little bit. I remembered my oneitis. My oneitis with her high prominent cheekbones and her broad jawline, which isn't a bad feature on women if shaped well enough, I hardly know the terminology to describe it. A full, heart shaped face. Striking blue eyes instead of dull, cloudy sky colored like this girls. I thought about their two lives, how they would compare to each other. My oneitis simply exists and all average or less men that she interacts with, and she's a whore for attention (as well as the normal type of whore) so quite a lot, will inevitably fall in love with her if she hangs around them too long. Her romantic life is spent excitingly, riding the True Chad Cock Carousel. Men profess their love for her, they spend large amounts of money on her, take her to nice restaurants and city trips. There's a guy with top 1% body, a rising young doctor that will be making 7 figures by late in his career. They'll actually spend time on her, text her, make an effort for many months.
Meanwhile, while my oneitis is running around with top 5% men, this bartender can't even get a date with them. Yes, yes, I know what you say here. It's not true. It's a total injustice on her part too, because I'm sure she's running around with top 20% men, 20-15%, but the difference isn't linear, it's exponential, a top 1% guy is much, much better than a top 20% guy. The difference between a 1% guy and a 20% guy is larger than the difference between a 20% guy and an 80% guy. So this bartender never gets to experience that. Being ranked around 60/100 or 70/100 (1/100 being highest) the 20/100 guys she's with will easily discard her along with having less to give her. She can probably only manage 1 or 2 beta orbiters at a time, and they don't even giver her the satisfaction of getiting angry and calling her a whore in a huff when they exit the picture, followed by late night love letters that she can tell her friends are creepy.
But mostly the world will never value that bartender as much as my oneitis. The world will never look at her with eyes as full of love and intoxication. It's impossible. It doesn't matter what they say or do, it's just completely in the unbridgeable gap in how they look. What is available and given to my oneitis cannot ever, will not ever, be given to that bartender. We say that for ourselves, too, and I say...no. Yes, Chad has it made, the incel doesn't. We men, we really do have outs to looks though. Somewhat. Maybe not complete, but we can, potentially, taste some of the heights if we ever happen to find extreme success in some area. Women are more completely defined by their beauty. Men are defined more by their beauty that society admits, but the value of women for their beauty accounts for the totality of their value.
So how can there be a god? How can God create women that are less, completely, inalterably, to their counterparts. Even if they are as nice or nicer, as caring or more so, more compent at their jobs, etc, etc, etc. Forget about incels for a minute, and how these things apply to them as well, and just consider it for the average woman or below average woman, completely locked into their value no matter how much they struggle or do. I say this to you, fellow incels, the capacity for women to alter their lives is less than that at men, it is more one dimensional by far, and that dimension is beauty. So how can God exist? He casts out one woman, then the next, and the gap between their life's outcome is predetermined, straight out of the pussy, by how their body and face will be shaped, completely.
I heard once that one explanation for God is that the only thing an omniscient, omnipotent, omnipresent God lacks is limitation. So he created the universe to be his limitation. So I realized that he created us from himself. We are all God. It's the only way to reconcile what I've previously said. There must be some equivalence between that girl and my oneitis. One way to connect their seemingly irreconcilable differences, and that is that God created Humans to experience what he could not.
How can God be happy If he knows everything, has completely power? Can you be happy that 2+2 = 4? No? Everything is 2+2 = 4 to God, so God created man, and when Man first learns 2+2=4 he feels joy. However, with Joy necessarily comes the opposite state of despair for those who cannot recognize 2+2 =4. You see, we humans are Gods completelion. He knew that under certain circumstances all things could elicit a certain set of feelings. The universe, and all the universes, are the acting out of all possibilities for feeling all things about everything, something an all powerful God can't do. We are God's completion.
Further consider a human being's capacity for knowledge. The human being cannot hold all things in his mind at once. That is for God. But the human being can understand everything as a piece. No single part of the universe is beyond a human beings comprehension. This is why we are God's chose instead of dogs or trees, and this is why the Jews specifically, those who excel in all fields and understand all things, are God's chosen people. Einstein, jew, Oppenhemer, Jew, Jews Jews Jews.
In short, the only way I can reconcile the from the pussy privilege of some vs the from the pussy despair of others is that we are all God, and our role is to experience everything so that God can be complete.
So, Incel bretheren, when you look at Chad, it's ok, it's desired that you feel despair for your inability, lack of real potential, to match him. You're just fulfilling God's Plan.
