
lifefuel
Anti-White Propagandist & JIDF Employee
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- Nov 12, 2017
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I woke up Arthur Fleck today. I'd been laughing maniacally to myself in the middle of the NYC streets, drawing the empty NPC gaze of numerous passersby.
I've only ever cold approached three women now. All three I had at least somewhat of a rapport with before doing so. One of them was a friend of my mothers'. The other was a girl I knew from school who I stumbled into many years later.
This one is a girl from the neighborhood who initiated a relatively flirtatious interaction with me when I went to buy beer at her place of employment. Of course I'm blackpilled and knew there was a 99.9% chance it wouldn't work. But for whatever reason I talked myself into it, feeling that I could at least take some macabre solace in the fact that I at tried. But alas, trying is failing. I tried, so I failed. If you have to try, you have already failed.
I know women are worthless sacks of flesh, but I couldn't help but throw the dice on that little sliver of hope to "ascend".
After finally gathering the nerve to walk into the store in a total state of zen nonchalance, after our prior brief interaction at the adjacent grocery store, I bought my customary beer. I had actually been avoiding the place for months just so I don't have to talk to her. But the mere sight of her was enough to make me shoot my shot. The flesh is weak. The spirit is strong, but less so after today's events.
I walked over to her counter after grabbing my drink. An older man was in the periphery and some other people lingering around; not too close to hear. I simply asked for her number and she said something to the effect of "sorry, no". It happened so fast I probably can't even quote her directly.
I'm kind of proud I was at least low-inhib enough to throw myself on the sword. I wasn't even drunk. At least not the point where I do low-inhib things. But yeah. That's gonna sting for a while. At least I met my suicide fuel quota for the day. And more confirmation bias for my already blackpilled beliefs. How dare I even IMAGINE for a SECOND that I actually had a chance with my looksmatch.
It's over.
I've only ever cold approached three women now. All three I had at least somewhat of a rapport with before doing so. One of them was a friend of my mothers'. The other was a girl I knew from school who I stumbled into many years later.
This one is a girl from the neighborhood who initiated a relatively flirtatious interaction with me when I went to buy beer at her place of employment. Of course I'm blackpilled and knew there was a 99.9% chance it wouldn't work. But for whatever reason I talked myself into it, feeling that I could at least take some macabre solace in the fact that I at tried. But alas, trying is failing. I tried, so I failed. If you have to try, you have already failed.
I know women are worthless sacks of flesh, but I couldn't help but throw the dice on that little sliver of hope to "ascend".
After finally gathering the nerve to walk into the store in a total state of zen nonchalance, after our prior brief interaction at the adjacent grocery store, I bought my customary beer. I had actually been avoiding the place for months just so I don't have to talk to her. But the mere sight of her was enough to make me shoot my shot. The flesh is weak. The spirit is strong, but less so after today's events.
I walked over to her counter after grabbing my drink. An older man was in the periphery and some other people lingering around; not too close to hear. I simply asked for her number and she said something to the effect of "sorry, no". It happened so fast I probably can't even quote her directly.
I'm kind of proud I was at least low-inhib enough to throw myself on the sword. I wasn't even drunk. At least not the point where I do low-inhib things. But yeah. That's gonna sting for a while. At least I met my suicide fuel quota for the day. And more confirmation bias for my already blackpilled beliefs. How dare I even IMAGINE for a SECOND that I actually had a chance with my looksmatch.
It's over.