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I'm driving myself senile reading stories about how life is like truly for the genetically elite. He walks in a lecture theatre, cafeteria, gym, all eyes are on him, girls picture him as their ideal boyfriend and husband. He walks into a bar, maidens flirt with him and compliment him. Girls buy him drinks, He receives unsolicited phone numbers. Cute girls touch him randomly while their friends giggle in the background.
Wherever he goes he is never alone. He is 1 aspie bathroom selfie away from 50 daily matches on tinder. People automatically respect him and listen what he has to say. He could chose to drop out of college and land a modelling career and be set for life if he wants but since he is mentally healthy, driven, motivated and high iq he can make time for both.
Life is trivial for him; he graduates university with first class honours and lands a decent graduate job in no time due to his good looks and superior social networking skills.
He walks into a pub and catches eyes with a PSL8.5 brunette with ice blue eyes, He immediately wins her over with his sharp hunter gaze and perfectly structured facial bones and she buys him a drink, they hit it off and discover they have similarities and share a deep connection that turns into a passionate romance over time. He ends up marrying this woman, they buy a large house on the outskirts and have beautiful children. They both die happy in old age and his son carries on his legacy.
Meanwhile I am here in my dimly lit bedroom at 1am staring at my gaming monitor, browsing incels.is, typing out these pathetic fantasies that will never happen on my aspie tier mechanical keyboard. An outcast to society remaining in social isolation indefinitely.
Wherever he goes he is never alone. He is 1 aspie bathroom selfie away from 50 daily matches on tinder. People automatically respect him and listen what he has to say. He could chose to drop out of college and land a modelling career and be set for life if he wants but since he is mentally healthy, driven, motivated and high iq he can make time for both.
Life is trivial for him; he graduates university with first class honours and lands a decent graduate job in no time due to his good looks and superior social networking skills.
He walks into a pub and catches eyes with a PSL8.5 brunette with ice blue eyes, He immediately wins her over with his sharp hunter gaze and perfectly structured facial bones and she buys him a drink, they hit it off and discover they have similarities and share a deep connection that turns into a passionate romance over time. He ends up marrying this woman, they buy a large house on the outskirts and have beautiful children. They both die happy in old age and his son carries on his legacy.
Meanwhile I am here in my dimly lit bedroom at 1am staring at my gaming monitor, browsing incels.is, typing out these pathetic fantasies that will never happen on my aspie tier mechanical keyboard. An outcast to society remaining in social isolation indefinitely.
