I may have already discussed this before, and if so, here’s an update. I had one “friend,” also an incel, who managed to find and correspond with his “dream foid.” Ever since that point, he has been shitting on me for being an incel. To be fair, the fucker height mogs me by quite a lot, so I knew he would escape inceldom before me. Friends are supposed to support each other, right? Well, I was proven wrong. He’s been bragging nonstop
To add to that, a couple of his friends would do nothing but criticize every “character flaw” I had. It must be noted NONE of them are autistic or manlet, although one is morbidly obese. How does a ~300 pounder have a body count over five if he can’t see his own dick? At any rate, I made HIM the butt of the joke and he couldn’t handle the shift in dynamic. Well, at least I picked out all the fakes and threw them in the trash. I do not talk to them anymore.
On a side note, the landwhale called college security on me, telling them I’d go ER. However, I have no desire to and he only did it to spite me for cutting ties. Now that he can’t readily ridicule me for his own satisfaction, he felt the need to strike back.
To add to that, a couple of his friends would do nothing but criticize every “character flaw” I had. It must be noted NONE of them are autistic or manlet, although one is morbidly obese. How does a ~300 pounder have a body count over five if he can’t see his own dick? At any rate, I made HIM the butt of the joke and he couldn’t handle the shift in dynamic. Well, at least I picked out all the fakes and threw them in the trash. I do not talk to them anymore.
On a side note, the landwhale called college security on me, telling them I’d go ER. However, I have no desire to and he only did it to spite me for cutting ties. Now that he can’t readily ridicule me for his own satisfaction, he felt the need to strike back.
