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You don't fap anymore, even though for nearly 99.99999% of humans having an orgasm/sex is more or less a necessity. You stop contemplating the fantasy that you could have sex in the first place, and you're too much of a gentlemen to consort to forcing sex on others.
You stop going out. You realize how repulsed people are when they see your face, and you don't want to ruin their day with them having to see your face.
Aside from handshakes, you haven't received female touch in any manner for years, if ever. You sometimes contemplate how their skin feels when they walk past you and you smell their perfume. Unfortunately, such angelic beings aren't for ghouls like yourself.
Nobody wants anything to do with you, unless you're a highIQcel and people want to use you for work/homework/projects. They will disregard you and go out with their real friends once the work is complete.
Everyone hates you. Everyone. People are pissed off that you even exist.
Despite all of this, there is a magical feeling to feeling hated by the entire world. Such magic may be of the blackest variety, but it truly invigorates you to seek out platitudes that the vast majority of humans will never contemplate. It makes you question everything, and if you're conscious of your situation, it may make you insatiably curious in a way that could lead to fulfillment. If you're not conscious of your predicament, by the time you realize what your life is truly like, it'll be too late. You'll be old and miserable, having done nothing, having left nothing behind, leading a life of no more significance than the worm you stepped on when you went outside.
You stop going out. You realize how repulsed people are when they see your face, and you don't want to ruin their day with them having to see your face.
Aside from handshakes, you haven't received female touch in any manner for years, if ever. You sometimes contemplate how their skin feels when they walk past you and you smell their perfume. Unfortunately, such angelic beings aren't for ghouls like yourself.
Nobody wants anything to do with you, unless you're a highIQcel and people want to use you for work/homework/projects. They will disregard you and go out with their real friends once the work is complete.
Everyone hates you. Everyone. People are pissed off that you even exist.
Despite all of this, there is a magical feeling to feeling hated by the entire world. Such magic may be of the blackest variety, but it truly invigorates you to seek out platitudes that the vast majority of humans will never contemplate. It makes you question everything, and if you're conscious of your situation, it may make you insatiably curious in a way that could lead to fulfillment. If you're not conscious of your predicament, by the time you realize what your life is truly like, it'll be too late. You'll be old and miserable, having done nothing, having left nothing behind, leading a life of no more significance than the worm you stepped on when you went outside.
