RobertGarnicasAPedo
Robert Garnica = Princess_Kitty14. He's a pedo.
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As I have said before, I was forced to start seeing therapists at age 6. I couldn't have cared less about sex back then. I was actually an outgoing kid until adolescence.
But I had anger management problems. When I got angry, I would break toys and stuff.
Apparently, this is reason to force a kid who can't even sit still in a chair to see some asshole to ask him what he did over the weekend and what he thinks of the weather.
And so for the next 20 years, I was sent to various therapists. What started out as being about anger management turned into being about my "underachieving" in school. I looked like a dork so adults thought getting Cs in shit I didn't care about was beneath me.
Do you even read the chapters about natural resources in Ancient Egypt, bro?
In 4th grade, a cunt teacher would frequently ask questions and then call on me when I didn't have my hand raised. I never knew the answers, because I was fucking daydreaming. But instead of doing what a non-cunt teacher does and going, "see, you should've been paying attention," she would insist I really knew the answer, and make the whole class sit there for a minute or two while I sat there quietly, because I really didn't fucking know the answer. This made me look like a retard, and the girl I had a crush on thought I was "pathetic," as she told a friend of mine.
If I ever get a time machine, the first thing I'm going to do is go back to the fall of 1994 or so and beat the shit out of that teacher, after verbally ripping into her for being a cunt.
Adults thought I was "underachieving" in school just to be a belligerent asshole or something. Sure, what kid doesn't want to get yelled at and punished and made to look like a retard in front of his peers?
Then I hit adolescence, and I turned into an acne-faced dork. Even before the acne, girls had started making fun of the idea of any girl ever finding me attractive. Now the guys were joining in as well. I would be minding my own business and get various forms of sarcastic insults.
Then I went to college, and the guys assumed that any guy could get laid if he found a drunk enough girl. My pothead roommate would sometimes say, "we need to get you laaaaaaaaid." There was another kid on my dorm floor who was apparently a virgin when he got to college, but he lost his virginity that year. I, on the other hand, was just ignored by girls who would hang out in my dorm room with my roommate and his friends. If I said something, only the guys would ever acknowledge me.
Eventually, at age 26, I accepted that therapy was a complete waste of time and money. I was a 26-year-old virgin who'd never had more than a part-time job. There were several gashes in my apartment walls from various reactions to various things going wrong.
Therapists guided me from outgoing 6-year-old to self-conscious, pathologically angry, incel adult.
But yeah, they have degrees, so this means they are right.
Bluepillers really don't understand why appeal to authority is a fallacy. They don't get that all authority is ultimately ungrounded. They decided when they broke away from the church that they were going to replace God and the priests with being their own God and declaring scientists and therapists "authorities." If you want to confuse a bluepiller, ask him who awarded the first degree, and how we know that person was in any position to be awarding degrees. Ultimately, all "authority" is only grounded in admitted non-authorities taking, "trust me, bro" as proof of the authority figure's authority.
But I had anger management problems. When I got angry, I would break toys and stuff.
Apparently, this is reason to force a kid who can't even sit still in a chair to see some asshole to ask him what he did over the weekend and what he thinks of the weather.
And so for the next 20 years, I was sent to various therapists. What started out as being about anger management turned into being about my "underachieving" in school. I looked like a dork so adults thought getting Cs in shit I didn't care about was beneath me.
Do you even read the chapters about natural resources in Ancient Egypt, bro?
In 4th grade, a cunt teacher would frequently ask questions and then call on me when I didn't have my hand raised. I never knew the answers, because I was fucking daydreaming. But instead of doing what a non-cunt teacher does and going, "see, you should've been paying attention," she would insist I really knew the answer, and make the whole class sit there for a minute or two while I sat there quietly, because I really didn't fucking know the answer. This made me look like a retard, and the girl I had a crush on thought I was "pathetic," as she told a friend of mine.
If I ever get a time machine, the first thing I'm going to do is go back to the fall of 1994 or so and beat the shit out of that teacher, after verbally ripping into her for being a cunt.
Adults thought I was "underachieving" in school just to be a belligerent asshole or something. Sure, what kid doesn't want to get yelled at and punished and made to look like a retard in front of his peers?
Then I hit adolescence, and I turned into an acne-faced dork. Even before the acne, girls had started making fun of the idea of any girl ever finding me attractive. Now the guys were joining in as well. I would be minding my own business and get various forms of sarcastic insults.
Then I went to college, and the guys assumed that any guy could get laid if he found a drunk enough girl. My pothead roommate would sometimes say, "we need to get you laaaaaaaaid." There was another kid on my dorm floor who was apparently a virgin when he got to college, but he lost his virginity that year. I, on the other hand, was just ignored by girls who would hang out in my dorm room with my roommate and his friends. If I said something, only the guys would ever acknowledge me.
Eventually, at age 26, I accepted that therapy was a complete waste of time and money. I was a 26-year-old virgin who'd never had more than a part-time job. There were several gashes in my apartment walls from various reactions to various things going wrong.
Therapists guided me from outgoing 6-year-old to self-conscious, pathologically angry, incel adult.
But yeah, they have degrees, so this means they are right.
Bluepillers really don't understand why appeal to authority is a fallacy. They don't get that all authority is ultimately ungrounded. They decided when they broke away from the church that they were going to replace God and the priests with being their own God and declaring scientists and therapists "authorities." If you want to confuse a bluepiller, ask him who awarded the first degree, and how we know that person was in any position to be awarding degrees. Ultimately, all "authority" is only grounded in admitted non-authorities taking, "trust me, bro" as proof of the authority figure's authority.