Okay, so I was a cuck I'm ashamed to say, in my naive youth and had a Oneitis. Here's a brief bit about my experience, and obviously why you should never have one:
I had a Oneitis 18 years ago, she just started working at my place and as soon as I seen her my chest fluttered like I'd never felt before (I know, fucking idiotic Cuck Soyboy back then. I hate myself for it!), literally I thought "This might be my chance, she's perfect (
). She wasn't that good looking, like a shorter Amy Winehouse, and nearly 30 so 11 years older than me. I assumed "Old, single, 4/10 so no real threat of her getting stolen off me by another man (As if, fucking hell I was clueless about the world, and this was February 2002 btw), so I'll just be friendly and play it cool and things will just magically happen and we will end up with eachother. I can't believe I'm writing this btw and how much I want to beat the shit out of the young cucked me . I managed to delude myself that we had a chance and that she liked me and that she was still a virgin (she was 29, as if. I was 19).
I went on like this for 3 and a half years. I had gotten her number pretty quickly after she started, on some guise of "needing it incase she needed me to cover her shift on short notice" (again CUCK!), and we used to text back and forth (the day's of the Nokia 3310 and 10p a text) about mundane mostly work shit. Of course to me this was signs she liked me, I used to almost eat, shit, sleep and breath this foid. Thinking of her near constantly and dependant on her for my happiness (I really wanna puke writing this shit as it's such a Soylent Fest. Fuck I'm ashamed!). Getting a rush when my phone beeped and it was a message from her, getting anxious and irritable if she hadn't replied to me quick etc..
Until one day I seen her holding hands with some long-haired heavy metal looking dude (she was into heavy metal), and I literally felt like I had my heart ripped out and smashed in front of me. I spiralled into a deep, dark insanity driven depression for like 6 months, of course outwardly I appeared fine to her and the rest of the outside world, but in reality I was dead inside. I couldn't look at her without picturing that Chadlite Metalhead (who looked like Michael Hutchence from INXS by the way, Google him Youngcel's, whilst I looked like the dwarf from the movie "Willow." Also, Google it Youngcel's) shoving his dick down her throat and then ramming her pussy until she was full of his superior spunk
The only postive I took from the experience was the discovery of the Blackpill (before it was even a thing I guess) and I haven't felt so free and accepting of reality and the way works since. Never will I get infected with this disease again. My sanity was seriously almost gone beyond repair, as in reality the only interaction this foid and I ever had was once a day when I would cover her lunch hour plus a few innocuous texts mostly initiated by me. Literally.
Seriously, Oneitis is a cancer guy's. Don't get riddled with the shit. Forgive me for my cucked naivety in my younger day's bro's.
By the way, here is Michael Hutchence:
Here is Willow:
How deluded was I jfl?
I had a Oneitis 18 years ago, she just started working at my place and as soon as I seen her my chest fluttered like I'd never felt before (I know, fucking idiotic Cuck Soyboy back then. I hate myself for it!), literally I thought "This might be my chance, she's perfect (
). She wasn't that good looking, like a shorter Amy Winehouse, and nearly 30 so 11 years older than me. I assumed "Old, single, 4/10 so no real threat of her getting stolen off me by another man (As if, fucking hell I was clueless about the world, and this was February 2002 btw), so I'll just be friendly and play it cool and things will just magically happen and we will end up with eachother. I can't believe I'm writing this btw and how much I want to beat the shit out of the young cucked me . I managed to delude myself that we had a chance and that she liked me and that she was still a virgin (she was 29, as if. I was 19).I went on like this for 3 and a half years. I had gotten her number pretty quickly after she started, on some guise of "needing it incase she needed me to cover her shift on short notice" (again CUCK!), and we used to text back and forth (the day's of the Nokia 3310 and 10p a text) about mundane mostly work shit. Of course to me this was signs she liked me, I used to almost eat, shit, sleep and breath this foid. Thinking of her near constantly and dependant on her for my happiness (I really wanna puke writing this shit as it's such a Soylent Fest. Fuck I'm ashamed!). Getting a rush when my phone beeped and it was a message from her, getting anxious and irritable if she hadn't replied to me quick etc..
Until one day I seen her holding hands with some long-haired heavy metal looking dude (she was into heavy metal), and I literally felt like I had my heart ripped out and smashed in front of me. I spiralled into a deep, dark insanity driven depression for like 6 months, of course outwardly I appeared fine to her and the rest of the outside world, but in reality I was dead inside. I couldn't look at her without picturing that Chadlite Metalhead (who looked like Michael Hutchence from INXS by the way, Google him Youngcel's, whilst I looked like the dwarf from the movie "Willow." Also, Google it Youngcel's) shoving his dick down her throat and then ramming her pussy until she was full of his superior spunk
The only postive I took from the experience was the discovery of the Blackpill (before it was even a thing I guess) and I haven't felt so free and accepting of reality and the way works since. Never will I get infected with this disease again. My sanity was seriously almost gone beyond repair, as in reality the only interaction this foid and I ever had was once a day when I would cover her lunch hour plus a few innocuous texts mostly initiated by me. Literally.
Seriously, Oneitis is a cancer guy's. Don't get riddled with the shit. Forgive me for my cucked naivety in my younger day's bro's.
By the way, here is Michael Hutchence:
Here is Willow:
How deluded was I jfl?
