
ServusLuciferi
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All of this stuff with "missing my teenage years", "not having my friends", "being an outcast" - all of it is important.
BUT
Most men are ending up in the same situation by the time they hit their 30s-40s.
All your friends will ditch you. You know why? Their "family" and "career" becomes the priority. Additionally, if they move up in the world through their efforts (getting into a better school district, better salary, etc.), they will ditch you once they feel you are holding them back.
Sure, twice a year you might get a beer after you beg for months, where you hear him scarf and barf all the trivial and meaningless escapades the man you once knew went through. "Oh my god, my little 9 year old daughter Cynthia is a goalie now for the little league soccer team, AINT THAT FUCKING SOMETHING? She's a huge burst of energy - she's acting weird, I hope she isn't getting her time of the month - the boys are after her; already Matthew said "ew" to her and she cried"... "Oh, sorry man, I have work tomorrow, a deadline for our project is coming up, plus you know how Julia is, she doesn't like me out late. But it was nice catching up with you, good luck in life."
But that's it. You will never be able to just hang out on a weekend and shoot the shit, play tennis or go to a bar, or hang out at your guys' place and play vidya or watch Netflix. Won't be able to take bong hits or smoke a cigar on the balcony.
If you do get married, that will be your only "friends". And let me tell you something fuckos, most marriages are fucking miserable. Most men meme about how they regret getting married and how its the end of your life. It is. Any chemical attraction your wife once had for you (she probably had 0 to begin with) goes out the fucking gutter once the first baby comes out the fucking pussy. That's not standing the fact that she will likely divorce you and steal half of your shit, leaving all your lifes effort worth nothing. That 6'2" yoga trainer - you know man, that wife just couldn't help herself after he kept touching her ass and thighs, repositioning it for "proper yoga poses".
You will bald. You will get fat. You will get ugly. And nobody will love you except maybe mommy and daddy, assuming they aren't suffering from Alzheimers or dementia. But if you are miserable, they will not want to be around you. Your cycle of loneliness will become a catch-22.
BUT
Most men are ending up in the same situation by the time they hit their 30s-40s.
All your friends will ditch you. You know why? Their "family" and "career" becomes the priority. Additionally, if they move up in the world through their efforts (getting into a better school district, better salary, etc.), they will ditch you once they feel you are holding them back.
Sure, twice a year you might get a beer after you beg for months, where you hear him scarf and barf all the trivial and meaningless escapades the man you once knew went through. "Oh my god, my little 9 year old daughter Cynthia is a goalie now for the little league soccer team, AINT THAT FUCKING SOMETHING? She's a huge burst of energy - she's acting weird, I hope she isn't getting her time of the month - the boys are after her; already Matthew said "ew" to her and she cried"... "Oh, sorry man, I have work tomorrow, a deadline for our project is coming up, plus you know how Julia is, she doesn't like me out late. But it was nice catching up with you, good luck in life."
But that's it. You will never be able to just hang out on a weekend and shoot the shit, play tennis or go to a bar, or hang out at your guys' place and play vidya or watch Netflix. Won't be able to take bong hits or smoke a cigar on the balcony.
If you do get married, that will be your only "friends". And let me tell you something fuckos, most marriages are fucking miserable. Most men meme about how they regret getting married and how its the end of your life. It is. Any chemical attraction your wife once had for you (she probably had 0 to begin with) goes out the fucking gutter once the first baby comes out the fucking pussy. That's not standing the fact that she will likely divorce you and steal half of your shit, leaving all your lifes effort worth nothing. That 6'2" yoga trainer - you know man, that wife just couldn't help herself after he kept touching her ass and thighs, repositioning it for "proper yoga poses".
You will bald. You will get fat. You will get ugly. And nobody will love you except maybe mommy and daddy, assuming they aren't suffering from Alzheimers or dementia. But if you are miserable, they will not want to be around you. Your cycle of loneliness will become a catch-22.
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