GloriousFight
I Hope My Death Makes More Cents Than My Life
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- Mar 13, 2021
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Now that I'm in my 30s I can hardly bear to think back to 2012-2015. This was back when I was in my early 20s, in college and filled with hope. I had some normie friends who cared about me, they showed me love that my family never did (and never could). I tried very hard to ingratiate myself into normie circles, and I had decent success on that front. I didn't come off so readily as an incel
Even then though, there was always something missing in my life. I realized it's what PUAs called IOIs, or "indicators of interest." It's that thing you dream about; the little flitter in a girl's eye and the smile when she sees you, the interest she takes in whatever stupid thing you're talking about, the hair twirling she does in the middle of a conversation, the overdone laugh on a bad joke you tell, the light physical contact she makes as she tries to gauge your interest as you're doing the same to her. I can't imagine that victory, knowing that you have found someone who at least for the moment, doesn't think you look like a monster.
It's surprisingly common among ITers and other bluepilled people in my life that they think I have rejected ugly women or that I have been oblivious. But try as I might, and I've asked the old friends in my life to help me, I cannot recall a single woman in my life who even came close to looking like she could be attracted to me.
Sad that this will be the memories I end up with when the last cope isn't fun for me anymore and I decide to take a forever nap
Even then though, there was always something missing in my life. I realized it's what PUAs called IOIs, or "indicators of interest." It's that thing you dream about; the little flitter in a girl's eye and the smile when she sees you, the interest she takes in whatever stupid thing you're talking about, the hair twirling she does in the middle of a conversation, the overdone laugh on a bad joke you tell, the light physical contact she makes as she tries to gauge your interest as you're doing the same to her. I can't imagine that victory, knowing that you have found someone who at least for the moment, doesn't think you look like a monster.
It's surprisingly common among ITers and other bluepilled people in my life that they think I have rejected ugly women or that I have been oblivious. But try as I might, and I've asked the old friends in my life to help me, I cannot recall a single woman in my life who even came close to looking like she could be attracted to me.
Sad that this will be the memories I end up with when the last cope isn't fun for me anymore and I decide to take a forever nap