So, two weeks ago my mom told me about how her co-worker, a foid, is looking for someone to sell her husbands' car to, since it is too big for her.
When she washes it she can't reach the roof because she is rhat short.
I then asked why she would want to sell her husbands' car, my mom told me that her husband has died from a stroke.
One day he came back home from work, got out of his car, barely able to walk straight and then fell and laid there.
His neighbours witnessed it all and called the cops, thinking he had been driving while under the influence.
The cops came and when they reallized what was going on it was already to late because he fell into a coma.
The paramedics got called but couldn't save him anymore.
Two days ago I visited her at her place of work and met that co-worker for the first time.
She was a super shortidget. Not even 160 cm short.
I'd say 155 cm and she is FAT. What a pig.
Anyway.
She explained to me how her husband bought this car because of how rall he was.
So, he was a total tallfag and this midget went for this tallfag, of course.
Now the tallfag is six feet under and her eye area is constantly swolen from all the crying she's been doing ever since he croaked.
What I noticed was my complete lack of any sympathy for her, her loss or his demise.
I felt nothing. At the moment I feel good about it, but then and there, I felt nothing. I was just indifferent.
I still remember how before being black pilled, such news would shake me up and make me feel genuine grief for such people.
Not anymore.
It is kinda liberating, actually.
When she washes it she can't reach the roof because she is rhat short.
I then asked why she would want to sell her husbands' car, my mom told me that her husband has died from a stroke.
One day he came back home from work, got out of his car, barely able to walk straight and then fell and laid there.
His neighbours witnessed it all and called the cops, thinking he had been driving while under the influence.
The cops came and when they reallized what was going on it was already to late because he fell into a coma.
The paramedics got called but couldn't save him anymore.
Two days ago I visited her at her place of work and met that co-worker for the first time.
She was a super shortidget. Not even 160 cm short.
I'd say 155 cm and she is FAT. What a pig.
Anyway.
She explained to me how her husband bought this car because of how rall he was.
So, he was a total tallfag and this midget went for this tallfag, of course.
Now the tallfag is six feet under and her eye area is constantly swolen from all the crying she's been doing ever since he croaked.
What I noticed was my complete lack of any sympathy for her, her loss or his demise.
I felt nothing. At the moment I feel good about it, but then and there, I felt nothing. I was just indifferent.
I still remember how before being black pilled, such news would shake me up and make me feel genuine grief for such people.
Not anymore.
It is kinda liberating, actually.
