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I was traveling by bus and I was sitting on large seat, about one time and half larger than standard ones. I was daydreaming looking outside the window, when an angry hoodrat forcibly plopped on my seat, trying to occupy the little space left. At my steadfast refusal and immediate scowl, she started bawling that where I was currently seated could be enough for two persons and she demanded I made space for her.
As she finished uttering this nonsense, I went on Blackpill rage, crossed my arms and told her one of the angriest “no” of my life, without shouting, of course. She immediately told me “you have problems”, in an attempt of gathering support from the bystanders. Luckily for me she was unsuccessful, even though we had people's eyes glued on us.
I delivered the clincher responding, “the only problem it's you, now shut up and go away”. She slowly walked away while staring at me and I was still giving her a death glare. The little story ends with me enjoying the rest of the travel peacefully, but it has made me ponder for a while.
Before I was blackpilled, I would have tried diplomacy and probably yielded my position if that didn't work. But now, after knowing that interactions with women depend almost exclusively on looks (if extreme status/moneymaxxing are considered), I literally give no damn at all. Being fully aware she would have sugarcoated her demand and probably spread her anus for a Chad afterwards, that was the required ignition that flared me up and caused me to unleash such hellfire. Feels oddly satisfying having sent the bitch scurrying away.
As she finished uttering this nonsense, I went on Blackpill rage, crossed my arms and told her one of the angriest “no” of my life, without shouting, of course. She immediately told me “you have problems”, in an attempt of gathering support from the bystanders. Luckily for me she was unsuccessful, even though we had people's eyes glued on us.
I delivered the clincher responding, “the only problem it's you, now shut up and go away”. She slowly walked away while staring at me and I was still giving her a death glare. The little story ends with me enjoying the rest of the travel peacefully, but it has made me ponder for a while.
Before I was blackpilled, I would have tried diplomacy and probably yielded my position if that didn't work. But now, after knowing that interactions with women depend almost exclusively on looks (if extreme status/moneymaxxing are considered), I literally give no damn at all. Being fully aware she would have sugarcoated her demand and probably spread her anus for a Chad afterwards, that was the required ignition that flared me up and caused me to unleash such hellfire. Feels oddly satisfying having sent the bitch scurrying away.
