So you decided to find out the truth by an empirical method. The same tinder/dating app but instead of your <chosen from the best of the several clicks> pic, you select a careless, very casual one of the Chad.
Earlier you had been convincing yourself that you are very close to hitting a mutual like and you keep swiping. One or two, yes. And then a match. You rush to send a message immediately; it is on read for a while.
Your carefully crafted bio (which nobody reads, blackpill) with intellectually constructed first message appreciating her met with a one word reply and that's pretty much it. Must be a very shy girl? The experience repeats.
Now, with a chad pic, you don't even have to open the tinder app. There's non-stop notifications. Any girl you swipe right, it's a match. Lead on a bit, thanks to your making an effort with your own - at 1/10th of that and still you get them talking and how. They are very keen about you, your hobbies, your books. One kept sending me quotes from the books she read. It's a high that no drug can give you. To be of something to a woman and her attention. She talks about herself and the fact that you respond to that and she's joyous as evident by the smileys and the key stressing ''wowww you too read Camus?''
And then comes the darkness. The truth from within that this is all for Chad and not you. The hate. Sometimes on women. For being such irrational in their choices. Sometimes it is all on me. If I was born a Chad, will I hate that irrationality? There's no energy to lead on. Delete profile and exit.
If I can get this high from just a pic and an internet conversation, imagine the phone call, the in-person meet, gestures, hand holding, the first kiss and intimacy. The hug, cuddles and sex.
Sit in the darkest corner of the room. Anger, frustration, lament. Should have accepted and moved on; but no. The mind wanted answers, without doubting myself. And the answers are out there, too dark to handle. The same 'i hate women' memes and theories in mgtow, .co, incelswithouthate - all evinces no interest anymore.
Politics and nationalism, which worked as cope - what is that I am saving? What do I have to live for? Save the economy, from what? why save it all? What's the point of it all?
Earlier you had been convincing yourself that you are very close to hitting a mutual like and you keep swiping. One or two, yes. And then a match. You rush to send a message immediately; it is on read for a while.
Your carefully crafted bio (which nobody reads, blackpill) with intellectually constructed first message appreciating her met with a one word reply and that's pretty much it. Must be a very shy girl? The experience repeats.
Now, with a chad pic, you don't even have to open the tinder app. There's non-stop notifications. Any girl you swipe right, it's a match. Lead on a bit, thanks to your making an effort with your own - at 1/10th of that and still you get them talking and how. They are very keen about you, your hobbies, your books. One kept sending me quotes from the books she read. It's a high that no drug can give you. To be of something to a woman and her attention. She talks about herself and the fact that you respond to that and she's joyous as evident by the smileys and the key stressing ''wowww you too read Camus?''
And then comes the darkness. The truth from within that this is all for Chad and not you. The hate. Sometimes on women. For being such irrational in their choices. Sometimes it is all on me. If I was born a Chad, will I hate that irrationality? There's no energy to lead on. Delete profile and exit.
If I can get this high from just a pic and an internet conversation, imagine the phone call, the in-person meet, gestures, hand holding, the first kiss and intimacy. The hug, cuddles and sex.
Sit in the darkest corner of the room. Anger, frustration, lament. Should have accepted and moved on; but no. The mind wanted answers, without doubting myself. And the answers are out there, too dark to handle. The same 'i hate women' memes and theories in mgtow, .co, incelswithouthate - all evinces no interest anymore.
Politics and nationalism, which worked as cope - what is that I am saving? What do I have to live for? Save the economy, from what? why save it all? What's the point of it all?
