I've been coping a lot lately with completely disregarding women, and I'm basically a pseudo-MGTOW at this point -- not a volcel, but just disregarding women from my life, at least until I finish college. Disregarding women has also helped me concentrate, too. It's a good cope, but I still have the attention span of a seven year old who has caffeine for the first time, but slightly less.
I'm usually able to do this because my city/college town is full of fucking boomers and run-of-the-mill average to above average foids or just general textbook Stacies, who I would still fuck, but they're just so commonplace to the point where I'm just used to it. Plus all of them get spray tans, and I fucking hate that, it looks disgusting and reminds me of the uneducated white trash who I used to live around who would steal $10 shirts and brag about it.
So I went out today, like I always do, and went into a store that I liked.
In the store though, I was browsing around I immediately turned my attention to the cutest foid I've ever seen. She had nice clear, pale, white skin, blonde hair, blue eyes, large tits (at least a D-cup), 6.5/10 face, around 5'5, with a tight fitted and revealing shirt on. Holy fucking shit my cock got hard as fuck immediately. Good thing I wear baggy ass pants (feels better on my dick).
I looked her in the eyes for a second, and it had no effect of course, but I just wanted to see her eyes, they were nice. At that moment I knew that my coping was pointless. She probably has a Chad boyfriend who she loves and has sex with, and she would never love me. I realized that the negatives to having a girlfriend didn't matter as long as there is love in the mixture, something I will never have because I am not Chad. My mental state is now back to shit, but it will not be after a week. I am truly psychotic and delusional with my internal coping mechanisms, but if I were Chad, that wouldn't be the case. I am losing my fucking mind and I feel like the loneliness I have endured after all this time will eventually make me snap, and I'm experiencing the early signs of it such as these false positive internal mechanisms which make me feel good, not to mention the blatant grandeur delusions I have mentioned before where I think happy events that have never happened to me actually happened.
My only legitimate copes are that I can somehow be reincarnated as Chad, I can get surgeries to look like a Chad, incel revolution, or America somehow turns back to the traditional route, and I get my looksmatch. I listen to this song, because it reminds me of so:
I'm usually able to do this because my city/college town is full of fucking boomers and run-of-the-mill average to above average foids or just general textbook Stacies, who I would still fuck, but they're just so commonplace to the point where I'm just used to it. Plus all of them get spray tans, and I fucking hate that, it looks disgusting and reminds me of the uneducated white trash who I used to live around who would steal $10 shirts and brag about it.
So I went out today, like I always do, and went into a store that I liked.
In the store though, I was browsing around I immediately turned my attention to the cutest foid I've ever seen. She had nice clear, pale, white skin, blonde hair, blue eyes, large tits (at least a D-cup), 6.5/10 face, around 5'5, with a tight fitted and revealing shirt on. Holy fucking shit my cock got hard as fuck immediately. Good thing I wear baggy ass pants (feels better on my dick).
I looked her in the eyes for a second, and it had no effect of course, but I just wanted to see her eyes, they were nice. At that moment I knew that my coping was pointless. She probably has a Chad boyfriend who she loves and has sex with, and she would never love me. I realized that the negatives to having a girlfriend didn't matter as long as there is love in the mixture, something I will never have because I am not Chad. My mental state is now back to shit, but it will not be after a week. I am truly psychotic and delusional with my internal coping mechanisms, but if I were Chad, that wouldn't be the case. I am losing my fucking mind and I feel like the loneliness I have endured after all this time will eventually make me snap, and I'm experiencing the early signs of it such as these false positive internal mechanisms which make me feel good, not to mention the blatant grandeur delusions I have mentioned before where I think happy events that have never happened to me actually happened.
My only legitimate copes are that I can somehow be reincarnated as Chad, I can get surgeries to look like a Chad, incel revolution, or America somehow turns back to the traditional route, and I get my looksmatch. I listen to this song, because it reminds me of so:
