My dad, who I haven't seen or properly spoken to in six years, hit me with a voice message. He said, and I quote: "I guarantee 100% I can solve your inceldom in one month if you just come meet me.”
I told him everything about my inceldom - how I’m depressed because of it, feel extreme envy when seeing couples, etc.
He grew up in a completely different world, and thinks the blackpill is a simple puzzle he can crack over a month.
Context on him:
· Born in the 70s.
· Married in his early 20s.
· Thinks my anxiety about being perpetually single is a "waste of energy" and "ridiculously easy" to fix.
I moved away six years ago to fix my life and haven’t seen him since. The last time I was with him I was a disaster: broke, jobless, etc. Since I moved away and started making my own choices, my life improved. It’s clear that he failed as a father in raising me, so I’m not sure why he magically thinks he can solve everything.
He doesn't know about hypergamy, the dating app matrix, or the fact that his son is genetically filtered out at the first glance. He probably thinks it's 1995 and you can just walk up to a woman in a grocery store and get a date.
But what if...? What if he actually knows some lost art? What if there is some simple, boomer-level social key that I'm just too overthinking and blackpilled to see?
I told him everything about my inceldom - how I’m depressed because of it, feel extreme envy when seeing couples, etc.
He grew up in a completely different world, and thinks the blackpill is a simple puzzle he can crack over a month.
Context on him:
· Born in the 70s.
· Married in his early 20s.
· Thinks my anxiety about being perpetually single is a "waste of energy" and "ridiculously easy" to fix.
I moved away six years ago to fix my life and haven’t seen him since. The last time I was with him I was a disaster: broke, jobless, etc. Since I moved away and started making my own choices, my life improved. It’s clear that he failed as a father in raising me, so I’m not sure why he magically thinks he can solve everything.
He doesn't know about hypergamy, the dating app matrix, or the fact that his son is genetically filtered out at the first glance. He probably thinks it's 1995 and you can just walk up to a woman in a grocery store and get a date.
But what if...? What if he actually knows some lost art? What if there is some simple, boomer-level social key that I'm just too overthinking and blackpilled to see?
