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Room mate makes fun of me because I am incel and watch anime. Tells all his friends as well. That face when you get bullied in college. He also snores like a fucking bear and stinks.
There's nothing embarrassing about watching anime? A lot of people watch anime and whats the big deal about it? Even Tindergals watch anime lol.
Also fuck them, just live life the you want to live. If they ever make fun of you, just tell them to fuck off, or if you find out they watch Marvel, make fun of them, of that as well.
Also fuck them, just live life the you want to live. If they ever make fun of you, just tell them to fuck off, or if you find out they watch Marvel, make fun of them, of that as well.
Suffocate him in his sleep.
idkwattodowithlife said:
Anime is nerdy, girls can get away with it since anything they do is seen as cute, but we're men not girls so it isn't accepted for us to do so.
Yeah, of course looks is a tell tale sign of the things you do. There a girls that don't care if its their bfs or something are gamers.jagged0 said:
I thought its already accepted in mainstream culture though? Also Jaden Smith (some celebrity) made an anime lol. Netflix also already has some animes.
But, oh well.
idkwattodowithlife said:
Anime is in the same position of comics a few years back, if you're good looking or have enough status people will give you a pass but for us incels it's just another thing to torture us with.
It's not about what you do, its about what you look like.
100% true.GeneticDysfunction said:
just remember if you are a subhuman incel and watch anime its apparently "weird", but if chad or stacey watches it they are "unique and quirky"
jagged0 said:
If you're 7/8+ you can watch whatever the fuck and no one cares. Hell more people will start doing it if you do
Is he a chad?
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poorcel said:
You should show him your collection of panties and eyelashes.
Kill him in his sleep.
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GeneticDysfunction said:
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Try going to the gym 8 days a week and lift weights in the shower while getting surgery
Meanwhile he probably nerds out over grown man tackling each other and kicking a ball. I hate being ugly.
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blackpill_incel said:
Nope. I tried blackpilling him and telling about incels, but he just laughed in my face and told me that i'm crazy and that height doesn't matter. he also said how he never has had a girlfriend (he is manlet).
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Weed said:
[font=Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif]Nope. I tried blackpilling him and telling about incels, but he just laughed in my face and told me that i'm crazy and that height doesn't matter. he also said how he never has had a girlfriend (he is manlet).[/font]
The next time he says some shit about you watching anime, this is what you do. Guaranteed to work.
You don't make eye contact with him. You close the window. You unplug your headphones. Put your computer to sleep, close it. Your put away your fapnapkins. Prepare yourself to not speak to the person you share a domicile with for weeks, months.
Start cleaning your room. if you have posters, take those shits down. If you have clothes on the floor, put them in your dirty clothes hamper or whatever it's called. Everything in parallel and perpendicular angles on your table and in your closet. Bed made so tight you could bounce a pea on it. It's that Spartan life. After completing all of this, you gather all of your junk food. You walk out the door. Leave the junk food on the common room table, let the pigs feast.
You go to the grocery store. Buy protein-rich foods, vegetables, fruits, and clean carbs. You order weights from eBay. Arrive back. Make a balanced meal. Clean up after yourself. Lay down in the bed at 9:00 PM sharp, arms on your side, no movement from stationary until you fall asleep. Set your alarm for 6:00 AM. Wake up early as fuck, put on your sweats and go for a run. Every day. Come back, shower, change, study and look for ways to make money online that are accessible for English-speakers with internet access. Take certifications to enhance your CV. Just skillmax everything.
When the weights arrive, you start lifting them in your dorm room religiously. Throughout this whole time, you lock eyes with him with an expression that boldly states "I am dead inside." You don't crack your laptop open unless it is to do something productive. After a month or two of these rituals, they will become second nature. You will have effectively transformed into an input-ouput productivity machine. Always working, always lifting, always staring blankly at your room mate, making the occasional grimace when you hit your umpteenth rep of the day.
You're starting to get swole. The sleep schedule, the weights, the diet, they are turning you into a tank. Your grades are phenomenal because you don't do anything to procrastinate or distract yourself. Meanwhile your room mate is still the same pathetic sack of shit he was all those months ago, and he is thoroughly scared of the monster who seemed to have snapped the moment that his anime fandom was judged one time too many. And you just. won't. stop. staring. at. him. While you lift your weights. Up, down.
Finals are here. Spring semester is coming to a close. You casually ask him when his last final is. He tells you. You set your alarm an hour or two earlier than usual that day. You wake up, not much the lesser because you've had day-in day-out 9 hours of sleep for months now. You wait to hear any sounds of disturbance from his side of the room. After 15-30 minutes, you creep out of bed and move to his side of the room. Slowly. Every step aligns with his exhalation. You are hovering over his bed now. He is sleep deprived, out of shape, acne-covered, social parasite that needs to suck the blood of victims to be more full of himself. Quick as a ninja, you cup your hand over his mouth and nose, rotate him so that he is on his back, put your knee firmly on his pelvis just above the penis and below the belly button, apply half your weight onto it. You lower your head slowly, past his wide-open eyes, windows into the absolute fear he feels inside of him. Your mouth reaches his ear. You gently whisper in his ear: "Who's kawaii now, bitch?"
As quick as it happened, it ends. You stand up and walk calmly to your bed, lay down and fall asleep. If he says anything to anyone, no one will believe him. You never left a trace. No trace at all, nowhere. Except for in his now ruptured psyche.
You don't make eye contact with him. You close the window. You unplug your headphones. Put your computer to sleep, close it. Your put away your fapnapkins. Prepare yourself to not speak to the person you share a domicile with for weeks, months.
Start cleaning your room. if you have posters, take those shits down. If you have clothes on the floor, put them in your dirty clothes hamper or whatever it's called. Everything in parallel and perpendicular angles on your table and in your closet. Bed made so tight you could bounce a pea on it. It's that Spartan life. After completing all of this, you gather all of your junk food. You walk out the door. Leave the junk food on the common room table, let the pigs feast.
You go to the grocery store. Buy protein-rich foods, vegetables, fruits, and clean carbs. You order weights from eBay. Arrive back. Make a balanced meal. Clean up after yourself. Lay down in the bed at 9:00 PM sharp, arms on your side, no movement from stationary until you fall asleep. Set your alarm for 6:00 AM. Wake up early as fuck, put on your sweats and go for a run. Every day. Come back, shower, change, study and look for ways to make money online that are accessible for English-speakers with internet access. Take certifications to enhance your CV. Just skillmax everything.
When the weights arrive, you start lifting them in your dorm room religiously. Throughout this whole time, you lock eyes with him with an expression that boldly states "I am dead inside." You don't crack your laptop open unless it is to do something productive. After a month or two of these rituals, they will become second nature. You will have effectively transformed into an input-ouput productivity machine. Always working, always lifting, always staring blankly at your room mate, making the occasional grimace when you hit your umpteenth rep of the day.
You're starting to get swole. The sleep schedule, the weights, the diet, they are turning you into a tank. Your grades are phenomenal because you don't do anything to procrastinate or distract yourself. Meanwhile your room mate is still the same pathetic sack of shit he was all those months ago, and he is thoroughly scared of the monster who seemed to have snapped the moment that his anime fandom was judged one time too many. And you just. won't. stop. staring. at. him. While you lift your weights. Up, down.
Finals are here. Spring semester is coming to a close. You casually ask him when his last final is. He tells you. You set your alarm an hour or two earlier than usual that day. You wake up, not much the lesser because you've had day-in day-out 9 hours of sleep for months now. You wait to hear any sounds of disturbance from his side of the room. After 15-30 minutes, you creep out of bed and move to his side of the room. Slowly. Every step aligns with his exhalation. You are hovering over his bed now. He is sleep deprived, out of shape, acne-covered, social parasite that needs to suck the blood of victims to be more full of himself. Quick as a ninja, you cup your hand over his mouth and nose, rotate him so that he is on his back, put your knee firmly on his pelvis just above the penis and below the belly button, apply half your weight onto it. You lower your head slowly, past his wide-open eyes, windows into the absolute fear he feels inside of him. Your mouth reaches his ear. You gently whisper in his ear: "Who's kawaii now, bitch?"
As quick as it happened, it ends. You stand up and walk calmly to your bed, lay down and fall asleep. If he says anything to anyone, no one will believe him. You never left a trace. No trace at all, nowhere. Except for in his now ruptured psyche.
GeneticDysfunction said:
GeneticDysfunction said:
suck his dick and tell him he's a fag
GeneticDysfunction said:
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poorcel said:
holy shit you are a literary artist my dude.
Seriously though, if that wasn't meant to be serious, thanks anyways.
I really need to pick my shit up. I was fit when i started uni, but stopped lifting and doing any sort of cardio and got bloated.
Already started making money on the side, doing some freelance web development.
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blickpall said:
[font=Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif]holy shit you are a literary artist my dude.[/font]
[font=Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif]Seriously though, if that wasn't meant to be serious, thanks anyways.[/font]
[font=Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif]I really need to pick my shit up. I was fit when i started uni, but stopped lifting and doing any sort of cardio and got bloated.[/font]
[font=Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif]Already started making money on the side, doing some freelance web development.[/font]
poorcel said:
Let's just say that it was 100% a joke and I don't condone any of the above, but if you found some elements of that useful, then I'm glad ^^
I feel you on that brother. I had a decent gym schedule in the Spring/Summer but this semester was just too shitty for me in terms of scheduling, there was no way I could hit the gym regularly so I just didn't. It's been terrible for me physically and mentally.
faxGeneticDysfunction said:
lmaoBedTundy said:
stop being a cuck tell him to fuck off
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Isn't there a way to move to another room, especially if he is making fun of you? Having a good roommate makes such a big difference in life quality, it just is a waste of your college years living together with an asshole
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I once watched a loli incest hentai but thats it
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blickpall said:
Is this copypasta? I found it motivational as fuck and actually took my posters down.
makuta said:
It is now my friend.
Become a hERo and shoot up the college.
GeneticDysfunction said:
Giga cope, if you want to literally LDAR and be a pointless human being who just posts on an incel forum with countless ad hominems and drivel a 5 year old could see through... then go ahead, you deserve nothing better
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