Serious What Is To Be Done? An essay on the autistic celibate struggle

[Atavistic Autist]

Autism prevents you from establishing a social circle and using it as a springboard to acquire a girlfriend, which is how most normies "ascend" with dignity. They don't use Tinder, and they certainly don't cold approach; they leverage their social connections as a form of status and impress roasties with it.

It is therefore the case that autists of average and even above average looks in some regards (e.g. tallfags) simply cannot meet one of the main prerequisites to succeeding in the "dating" world, which is to succeed in the social world, and tend to wallow in loneliness and misery on places like the .co as a result (sub8 theory unironically applies to them, and is a projection of an autistic perspective onto others, as well as the fixation on the importance of "validation" over mere sex).


So the question that naturally follows from this all, if you're autistic and meet these conditions, is what should you do despite your social impediments:

Should you endeavor to "learn social skills" and fit in among the normgroids?

Should you "moneymaxx" with the aim of betabuxxing an elderly roastie one day, or perhaps compensating for your feelings of inferiority vis-a-vis other people through MGTOW-tier conspicuous consumption or escortceling?

The answers to these questions may vary depending upon how individually ambitious (or audacious) you are, but I have decided for myself that it is a solid no, for the simple reason that the juice is not worth the squeeze, even if I should succeed.

As an autistic man, trying hard to acquire things that others get by nature and don't pay a second thought to not only adds humiliation onto a life already obscenely full of it, but detracts from what my autism actually makes me good at, which are simple, solitary pursuits like reading and writing.

I derive massive happiness from reading books and learning new information, and writing about what I know, and I argue that a lifetime of doing this mogs a lifetime of attempting to be held in high esteem by people who hate me for who I really am, and would ostracize me again and again for my failures to satisfy their standards.

And I think that many autists here would agree. It is the simple things in life, rather than the pointless striving to please insatiable masters that we've been maliciously socialized into basing our self-worth on by the public school system and by capitalist ethics, which is the source of lasting happiness and fulfillment.

Once you stop tryharding for status, let go of the struggle of life, and truly embrace the organic autistic identity of being a detached spectator rather than a participant in rigged game, whether as a "player" or as a "fan," then a sense of calmness overtakes you and you are set free.


It is no matter if I get NEETbux and am fully subsidized in this freedom for the rest of my life, or if am denied NEETbux and have to become homeless. I accept it, perhaps because I am reconciling myself to my mortality here, and much like I realize that I can die today or tomorrow as a result of fate, my living conditions can also change today or tomorrow as a result of fate, and it is outside of my control to effect this without also selling out my "soul" to bloodsuckers who want me to suffer at the bottom of their social hierarchy forever and find my squirming in their web of conformity to be funny.

I reject their whole paradigm of existence, and I will die before I ever submit to it again. Because in truth, I am already dead. The society around me beat me to a pulp, and I got up, stumbled around, fell on my face constantly, until I found the nearest sharp object and slit my throat.

I don't want to beat normgroids at their own game or whatever, and moneymaxx through ridiculous economic loopholes that only serve to reveal the artificiality of their system. I don't want to gain catharsis from whatever hollow outlets the capitalist system has for people like me. I want to be free, and I want to be at peace; and in this respect, death is an ideal, and I don't fear it.

 

[Hail The Bloatlord]

Based and very deep

 

[Kurt Gödel]

I was getting ready to become homeless last year. I couldn't because a few turns in life led me to live with an uncle and he wanted us to be productive people, so he payed me a course in electronics.
I still want to live away from this society of desire, away from the expectations of people, smiling if i get a coin to pay for one meal.

 

[tulasdanslos]

I'm afraid I might have to keep up with the normie charade for reasons I'm unwilling to disclose, but this post brings me respite should I ever fail. I will treasure these words. I'm truly grateful you share your viewpoint here.

 

[AlexanderTheGreat11]

Read every word

 

[ItsOver4cel]

Based and very deep

 

[Atavistic Autist]

I was getting ready to become homeless last year. I couldn't because a few turns in life led me to live with an uncle and he wanted us to be productive people, so he payed me a course in electronics.
I still want to live away from this society of desire, away from the expectations of people, smiling if i get a coin to pay for one meal.

A home is wherever you make it.

As a "homeless" person, you can easily find shelters from which to eat meals, and are free to travel wherever you want. You can unironically lifemog the average wageslave in this way, and, as an added benefit, you will undoubtedly NTmaxx through your travails on the streets.

It does not preclude you from having temporary jobs, and, if anything, will enable you to earn more income through them.

Just don't accept any methamphetamines as goods for barter.

 

[mNFwTJ3wz9]

Should you "moneymaxx"

Yes

with the aim of betabuxxing an elderly roastie one day

No