You know you’ve hit the bottom when any foid that gives you even a bit of attention, and by this, I mean acknowledging your existence in a non-threatening way, is seen as a potential girlfriend. It’s almost like your desperation distorts your common senses and tries to convince you that it is not over, but at the same time your brain tries to bring you down to earth with scientific blackpills like how foids discriminate against manlets or how they rate us compared to how we rate ourselves. After seeing your manlet stature and potato face you feel intense frustration and realize that it's joever, which is later confirmed to be true after finding out that the girl already has a boyfriend who mogs your incel ass hard.
I don't know if I could classify this as oneitism, as it's more about craving the attention that you've never received than falling in love with the foid itself. In other words, it may be a matter of compensatory narcissism and may not even apply to extreme schizoids who don't need any positive reinforcement to do well emotionally.
I don't know if I could classify this as oneitism, as it's more about craving the attention that you've never received than falling in love with the foid itself. In other words, it may be a matter of compensatory narcissism and may not even apply to extreme schizoids who don't need any positive reinforcement to do well emotionally.
