Iamnothere000
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Just want to get this out of my system, maybe some of you can relate.
So, I’m a huge fan of all this space stuff, like SpaceX and so on. It’s a good cope. I’m very excited to see the future, particularly in regards to space-colonisation.
The same is true for my co-worker, who recently lends me a book called Red Mars. So, every other evening, I read a few pages.
Last evening I have read about social life on board the big ass transport ship, which carries the first colonists to mars.
Apparently those people have no problem forming intimate sexual relationships. It happens totally natural and organic, like breathing. There is nothing to learn, no game or skill to be developed. It just makes “klick” and two people are banging in the greenhouse.
Since I am utterly unable to do something similar, I am reminded what my place I the coming space age would be, if I were somehow part of it: That of a semi-social, asexual, robot-like worker drone, condemned to watch “real” people hit it off while all I could do would be masturbating to politically correct feminist porn.
Cope ruined, evening ruined, book ruined. I just wish someone could shoot me in the head so many times until not a gram of sentient matter remained.
Something like this happens all the time. Last year I was listening to a Warhammer 40K audiobook, which should be totally free of any kind of romance and intimacy, right? Wrong! One hour in and some lesbian feminist war machine pilot describes how she banged a chauvinistic mass murderer… because he was such a Chad.
There is no way for an Incel to escape from what he is. Every piece of culture is a potential reminder.
WWIII when?
So, I’m a huge fan of all this space stuff, like SpaceX and so on. It’s a good cope. I’m very excited to see the future, particularly in regards to space-colonisation.
The same is true for my co-worker, who recently lends me a book called Red Mars. So, every other evening, I read a few pages.
Last evening I have read about social life on board the big ass transport ship, which carries the first colonists to mars.
Apparently those people have no problem forming intimate sexual relationships. It happens totally natural and organic, like breathing. There is nothing to learn, no game or skill to be developed. It just makes “klick” and two people are banging in the greenhouse.
Since I am utterly unable to do something similar, I am reminded what my place I the coming space age would be, if I were somehow part of it: That of a semi-social, asexual, robot-like worker drone, condemned to watch “real” people hit it off while all I could do would be masturbating to politically correct feminist porn.
Cope ruined, evening ruined, book ruined. I just wish someone could shoot me in the head so many times until not a gram of sentient matter remained.
Something like this happens all the time. Last year I was listening to a Warhammer 40K audiobook, which should be totally free of any kind of romance and intimacy, right? Wrong! One hour in and some lesbian feminist war machine pilot describes how she banged a chauvinistic mass murderer… because he was such a Chad.
There is no way for an Incel to escape from what he is. Every piece of culture is a potential reminder.
WWIII when?