Konon
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Seriously, your life is horrible, nobody likes you, you're ugly as fuck, you are a failure that works at McDonald's, you're closing in on 40, no money. And thus, rightfully so, you become sad. Very sad and suicidal. But you decide to share your pain somewhere and the only solution you get is "go see a therapist" as if doing so is going to undo 40 years of pain and suffering, a wasted life, a lack of resources, lack of physical attractiveness or any achievement whatsoever.
You go to the therapist, you pay some boomer roastie with even lower IQ than you 50% of your salary. You share all of your pain with her, after which after 10 minutes she says "you should go out more". And that's it. How do you feel? Feel better? No, you don't.
You go to the therapist, you pay some boomer roastie with even lower IQ than you 50% of your salary. You share all of your pain with her, after which after 10 minutes she says "you should go out more". And that's it. How do you feel? Feel better? No, you don't.