I’ve been absent for a week because I’ve been on a Mediterranean Yacht Week Trip. I booked this thing close to a year ago when I was a lot more redpilled than I am now and genuinely thought if I gymmaxxed and stylemaxxed throughout the year that I would be able to pick up a mid toilet (or even an ugly toilet). I was trying to pull off the whole Chad Bollywood style with the expensive white buttoned shit and aviator sunglasses with slicked back hair. My hope was quickly shattered within minutes of interacting with the others. I was even more Truecel on this trip than I am at home.
First thing I noticed is that it was filled with Chads and Stacy’s. Most here would probably call them HTNs or Chadlites because they weren’t in the very top eschlon, but they all gave off the popular highschooler aesthetic and firmly above average in attractiveness. There were zero obese toilets, which was going to be my backup if I couldn’t get a mid. Even the mids were few and far between and none wanted anything to do with me. I don’t want to write a book here, so I’ll just note all the hellish experiences that I had the displeasure of enduring over the week. I knew it was going to be bad the moment I arrived in the Munich airport for a layover, and I literally witnessed a German looking couple making out in the airport bar. She was on his lap, cucking the entire airport. In hindsight, that was foreshadowing for the rest of the trip.
>being especially tempted by all the toilets in bikinis, the lust hits so much different when you see them in person up close compared to pictures online. The desires and envy overloaded my brain but I was forbidden from acting on any of it because I’m ugly
>witnessing all the dramas and crushes unfold and being completely left out from all of it
>People were making out everywhere, during the yachts during the day, the clubs at night, it was a constant reminder of my Inceldom. I saw multiple times where people who clearly just met started making out and did it for minutes at a time. They were all at least 7/10+.
>Toilets were openly lookist. I witnessed during the club night a group behind us, some drunk toilet literally said “I don’t even know you’re name but you’re hot” and touched his chin and they made out right there.
>boat bedrooms were tiny and had a giant window over top, absolutely no privacy at all
>boat bathrooms at window overtop as well so no privacy, people could easily see you shitting and showering from above
>people saw me shitting and showering multiple times which made me really self conscious as I’m not used to that
>I saw people through the window too but in the reverse, I was the one humiliated. During a day party where all the boats were lined up and we could go on other peoples’ boats, I literally saw a Chad and Stacy fucking from the window. I wasn’t creeping it was just impossible to miss. I died a bit inside.
>Was accused of harassment by two toilets at the night clubs for the crime of dancing beside them and glancing at them. I’m lucky the skipper was right there and defended me because otherwise I’d have been banned instantly
>Skippers ended up putting me with the LGBTQ they/them because we were both the mega-loners. I was too embarrassed to talk to them so I just ignored them at the table while the Yacht group I was formally with stayed at their own and got Hookah and Bottle service
>Nobody wanted to talk to me about Ronald Reagan, Austrian Economics, Donald Trump, or Capitalism. I got drunk and low inhib and tried to start a conversation about those things but nobody wanted to join or had any interest.
>Was refused entry into a random patio place in a non-tourist area for no reason, probably combination of my looks and they assumed I Hindu
Overall literal 0/10 experience. I was completely humiliated and got nothing. I even blew my capital that I was using to wealthmax and I thought that it would be worth it for this but now I’m just even poorer and have nothing to show for JFL
First thing I noticed is that it was filled with Chads and Stacy’s. Most here would probably call them HTNs or Chadlites because they weren’t in the very top eschlon, but they all gave off the popular highschooler aesthetic and firmly above average in attractiveness. There were zero obese toilets, which was going to be my backup if I couldn’t get a mid. Even the mids were few and far between and none wanted anything to do with me. I don’t want to write a book here, so I’ll just note all the hellish experiences that I had the displeasure of enduring over the week. I knew it was going to be bad the moment I arrived in the Munich airport for a layover, and I literally witnessed a German looking couple making out in the airport bar. She was on his lap, cucking the entire airport. In hindsight, that was foreshadowing for the rest of the trip.
>being especially tempted by all the toilets in bikinis, the lust hits so much different when you see them in person up close compared to pictures online. The desires and envy overloaded my brain but I was forbidden from acting on any of it because I’m ugly
>witnessing all the dramas and crushes unfold and being completely left out from all of it
>People were making out everywhere, during the yachts during the day, the clubs at night, it was a constant reminder of my Inceldom. I saw multiple times where people who clearly just met started making out and did it for minutes at a time. They were all at least 7/10+.
>Toilets were openly lookist. I witnessed during the club night a group behind us, some drunk toilet literally said “I don’t even know you’re name but you’re hot” and touched his chin and they made out right there.
>boat bedrooms were tiny and had a giant window over top, absolutely no privacy at all
>boat bathrooms at window overtop as well so no privacy, people could easily see you shitting and showering from above
>people saw me shitting and showering multiple times which made me really self conscious as I’m not used to that
>I saw people through the window too but in the reverse, I was the one humiliated. During a day party where all the boats were lined up and we could go on other peoples’ boats, I literally saw a Chad and Stacy fucking from the window. I wasn’t creeping it was just impossible to miss. I died a bit inside.
>Was accused of harassment by two toilets at the night clubs for the crime of dancing beside them and glancing at them. I’m lucky the skipper was right there and defended me because otherwise I’d have been banned instantly
>Skippers ended up putting me with the LGBTQ they/them because we were both the mega-loners. I was too embarrassed to talk to them so I just ignored them at the table while the Yacht group I was formally with stayed at their own and got Hookah and Bottle service
>Nobody wanted to talk to me about Ronald Reagan, Austrian Economics, Donald Trump, or Capitalism. I got drunk and low inhib and tried to start a conversation about those things but nobody wanted to join or had any interest.
>Was refused entry into a random patio place in a non-tourist area for no reason, probably combination of my looks and they assumed I Hindu
Overall literal 0/10 experience. I was completely humiliated and got nothing. I even blew my capital that I was using to wealthmax and I thought that it would be worth it for this but now I’m just even poorer and have nothing to show for JFL
Fucking brutal
