When I read about this kind of experience, I think that I really am doomed to die in the most crass solitude, and this fills me with a lively rage akin to an incandescent flame. I've also tried twice to go and see escorts, and both times it was a failure with a bitter aftertaste. A failure because they didn't even hide their impatience or disgust with me, one of them deliberately confessed that I was weird, while the other was apathetic and counted every minute during the act, warning me of the limited time I had left. My hatred for mankind is immeasurable, and every day I get out of bed hoping that some star will veer off course and smash this planet to smithereens. Nature has given me a gift and a curse. I'm more than reasonably tall, 190cm, but I'm hideous, my facial features are asymmetrical, I have an ectomorphic morphotype, one shoulder higher than the other. Autism has also been added to this long list of defects to confirm this death sentence.
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