My friend invited me to his house this weekend. I didn't really want to go but he's been depressed lately and I wanted to convince him to go clubbing with me later this month. Tbh I should have just stayed home.
As soon as I got there I knew something was wrong because his house looked like a fucking landfill and smelled like weed and piss. Somehow I ended up wasting ~10 hours listening to this faggot complain about all his problems. If you looked at his social media page you would think he was living the dream. Turns out he's been unemployed for months, sells drugs for a living, has no real friends, and is in the process of losing everything he has. At one point this nigger was literally crying. I felt bad for him and tried to be supportive, but things went south once we got on the topic of women/relationships.
He complained about hating hookup culture, wanting to find a wife and start family of his own, preaching some shit about how we need to bring our "a-game" when we go out. I just told him to manage his expectations since most girls in the party scene aren't looking for anything serious, basically blackpilled him on "alpha fux/ betabux." For some reason this triggered the fuck out of him and he had a temper tantrum... cussed me out, called me a "misogynist" among other things, then went on some tirade about how my negativity is the reason HE can't get girls. I calmly asked him to explain but he just kept acting like a retard so I decided to leave. Next thing I know he's blocking my path and challenging me to a fight. I guess I could have done it but it felt like a dangerous situation at the time. It was like 4 am and no one was around to break things up. So I just shoved him out of my way and got in my car while he kept talking shit.
The next day he sent me a paragraph of text with a half-assed apology, asking me to hang out again. Apparently he was high on coke that night. I kind of feel like going back with a weapon just so I can beat the living hell out of him, but it's probably not worth it.
TLDR I lost a friend and almost had a fight to the death. Might have to build a new social circle.
But this whole experience made me realize that some men really can't handle the truth.
As soon as I got there I knew something was wrong because his house looked like a fucking landfill and smelled like weed and piss. Somehow I ended up wasting ~10 hours listening to this faggot complain about all his problems. If you looked at his social media page you would think he was living the dream. Turns out he's been unemployed for months, sells drugs for a living, has no real friends, and is in the process of losing everything he has. At one point this nigger was literally crying. I felt bad for him and tried to be supportive, but things went south once we got on the topic of women/relationships.
He complained about hating hookup culture, wanting to find a wife and start family of his own, preaching some shit about how we need to bring our "a-game" when we go out. I just told him to manage his expectations since most girls in the party scene aren't looking for anything serious, basically blackpilled him on "alpha fux/ betabux." For some reason this triggered the fuck out of him and he had a temper tantrum... cussed me out, called me a "misogynist" among other things, then went on some tirade about how my negativity is the reason HE can't get girls. I calmly asked him to explain but he just kept acting like a retard so I decided to leave. Next thing I know he's blocking my path and challenging me to a fight. I guess I could have done it but it felt like a dangerous situation at the time. It was like 4 am and no one was around to break things up. So I just shoved him out of my way and got in my car while he kept talking shit.
The next day he sent me a paragraph of text with a half-assed apology, asking me to hang out again. Apparently he was high on coke that night. I kind of feel like going back with a weapon just so I can beat the living hell out of him, but it's probably not worth it.
TLDR I lost a friend and almost had a fight to the death. Might have to build a new social circle.
But this whole experience made me realize that some men really can't handle the truth.
