In the theme of that last thread I made about “where’s my hug” niggas, I’ve been thinking a lot about high school recently.
I went to HS in the late 2010s in a multiracial area. Demographically it was about 50% curry, 30% white, 10% black, and 10% other, and social circles were de facto segregated for the most part. I never paid much attention to the jeet ahh niggas as I found them nerdy, overly studious, and borderline asexual; instead I was much more focused on what the white and black kids were up to.
I observed that the white Chads & athletes pulled the better-quality women (5-8 out of 10), but they were always dating. I always kept an ear to the grapevine (one of my lifelong fatal flaws has been minding other people’s business), and it seemed like after a breakup these white kids would find a new relationship in a week. This gave me the impression that white men needed to enter monogamous relationships in order to score intimacy.
The black kids, by contrast, pulled less good-looking but still pretty decent women (4-7 out of 10), with the main distinction being that they didn’t need to date. Many of the Tyrones and black athletes openly boasted about their “rosters” and side chicks, and in public I’d see them intimately touching women they weren’t cuffed to.
I figured from a young age that THIS was the lifestyle I wanted. Rather than being in a romantic relationship, I wanted to be able to receive no-strings-attached intimacy on dial up – even if it meant compromising on women’s looks a little bit. This was ultimately what led to my cringe jestermaxxing/thugmaxxing attempts and my highschool-long wannabe black guy phase, as I naively thought this lifestyle was one I could achieve myself
Even before getting blackpilled, I eventually came to realize that scoring casual sex was almost entirely a looks-based thing (unless you could make up for it with thugmaxxing, and I couldn’t), and this is when I began to mentally check out of dating – seeing monogamy as a compromise, restricting, and not worth aspiring to. That said, there were times when I fantasized about getting a gf, and part of my motivation in my first year of college was to one day be able to afford betabuxxing But still, it’s safe to say most of my enthusiasm regarding dating and foids was lost at this point.
I notice that among you guys, many of you thirst for a romantic relationship and monogamous intimacy, and that often transitions into feelings of existential dread when observing couples or sexually successful men outside. I guess you built castles in the air about what monogamous romance was like, only to have your dreams shattered when you woke up to the BP.
In my case it was less like that. By the end of high school I mentally had one foot out the door, and getting BP’d and finding out that even monogamy was something unachievable was kind of an “oh well, time to take the other foot out” moment. It’s not like it was “freeing,” as a lack of female approval still leads to getting de facto thrown out of society, but at least I can say inceldom is not something I could ever see myself roping over
I went to HS in the late 2010s in a multiracial area. Demographically it was about 50% curry, 30% white, 10% black, and 10% other, and social circles were de facto segregated for the most part. I never paid much attention to the jeet ahh niggas as I found them nerdy, overly studious, and borderline asexual; instead I was much more focused on what the white and black kids were up to.
I observed that the white Chads & athletes pulled the better-quality women (5-8 out of 10), but they were always dating. I always kept an ear to the grapevine (one of my lifelong fatal flaws has been minding other people’s business), and it seemed like after a breakup these white kids would find a new relationship in a week. This gave me the impression that white men needed to enter monogamous relationships in order to score intimacy.
The black kids, by contrast, pulled less good-looking but still pretty decent women (4-7 out of 10), with the main distinction being that they didn’t need to date. Many of the Tyrones and black athletes openly boasted about their “rosters” and side chicks, and in public I’d see them intimately touching women they weren’t cuffed to.
I figured from a young age that THIS was the lifestyle I wanted. Rather than being in a romantic relationship, I wanted to be able to receive no-strings-attached intimacy on dial up – even if it meant compromising on women’s looks a little bit. This was ultimately what led to my cringe jestermaxxing/thugmaxxing attempts and my highschool-long wannabe black guy phase, as I naively thought this lifestyle was one I could achieve myself
Even before getting blackpilled, I eventually came to realize that scoring casual sex was almost entirely a looks-based thing (unless you could make up for it with thugmaxxing, and I couldn’t), and this is when I began to mentally check out of dating – seeing monogamy as a compromise, restricting, and not worth aspiring to. That said, there were times when I fantasized about getting a gf, and part of my motivation in my first year of college was to one day be able to afford betabuxxing
But still, it’s safe to say most of my enthusiasm regarding dating and foids was lost at this point.I notice that among you guys, many of you thirst for a romantic relationship and monogamous intimacy, and that often transitions into feelings of existential dread when observing couples or sexually successful men outside. I guess you built castles in the air about what monogamous romance was like, only to have your dreams shattered when you woke up to the BP.
In my case it was less like that. By the end of high school I mentally had one foot out the door, and getting BP’d and finding out that even monogamy was something unachievable was kind of an “oh well, time to take the other foot out” moment. It’s not like it was “freeing,” as a lack of female approval still leads to getting de facto thrown out of society, but at least I can say inceldom is not something I could ever see myself roping over
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