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So many normalfags here giving advice to khhvs, some of whom are in their late 20s or even 30s, is ultimately fucking pointless. But the thing that boils my piss most of all is when you say "oh it's not even a big deal you shouldn't be looking for a gf just b urself" like WOW. Don't even pretend, as someone who probably got laid in their teens if not early 20s, that you can even imagine what it's like. When you were 16, yeah it might have been okay to "work on yourself" for a couple years then manage to get laid at 18. Not at 26. Missing out on a decade, if not more, of love causes literal brain damage. I have arrested development. Dating IS HOW you self-improve. The longer you go without it, the harder it gets to be dateable. Being a 21+ khhv is not normal or healthy. Other losers here can make you feel okay about it, but when you go outside and realise every girl your age has already had multiple relationships, the tragic truth hits you - you missed out. Even if you eventually find someone who accepts your spergy awkwardness, you won't be special to them. You just tell incels lies you tell yourselves that help you sleep at night. Sex is beautiful, intimacy is important. If you missed out during your developmental stage, you're pretty much done.
What will the 2020s hold for robots and the rest of mankind?
The 90s were generally considered to be pretty good. 9/11 fucked a lot of things up culturally in the US. 2007 and the invention of the smartphone ruined internet culture for everyone. The 2010s saw Obama, the rise of the SJW and the death of internet culture. The 2016 US election threw things up in the air and made new things seem possible.
It is impossible for me to even fantasize about a gf at this point.
Sure I can construct scenarios in my head, but it's impossible for me to get into them and really daydream. It's just too fucking unrealistic. I can "get into" daydreams about time travel etc., but even in those I'm not able to see myself with a girl. Holy fuck it's so fuckinf over
I know we keep hearing about how girls will look down on a man who owns no car, but what about a man who owns a motorbike INSTEAD OF a car?
Bearing in mind this man...me...has been single most of his life, doesn't own much not because he is poor but because he doesn't NEED much (TV, laptop...and stuff to live), the motorbike is the most convenient (and fun) for of transport. It can carry two if necessary also.
Over time, I've noticed people form concepts and notions of me based on my appearance, which in a way gives them a certain expectation of what I'll be like and the type of connection they'd potentially have with me, after a few interactions though, they realize that I simply don't line up with their presumption, and hence, find themselves subconsciously disappointed at me. Little by little, this has caused my life to lose relationship after relationship and has had people I wanted to be around of distance themselves after getting to know me well.
Growing up without a father, siblings, friends or even a parental figure has left certain regions of my brain underdeveloped, more specifically the ones associated to socializing, bonding, affection and even reciprocity, this among many other excuses and technical explanations of life's circumstances is what I constantly repeat myself in an attempt to stroke my own ego, recognizing my intelligence and self-awareness to at least try to make something out of it and not have it all just be senseless misery. However, I know in reality all I'm doing is justifying the life condition I've found myself in which is that of loneliness, hopelessness and even a progressing feeling of jadedness and desensitization from the things that once made me feel alive and curious of the world around me.
I want to die but I still foolishly keep looking for reasons to keep breathing, any basis as vague as it may seem to keep going and take the burden of living for a purpose that may justify the means, but it's all meaningless.
I'm not writing this in hopes of getting anyone's pity or having someone tell me it'll be ok. Ultimately, I guess it's a way to prove that I'm in this world, that there was a period of time in the cosmos in which these thoughts and detriments were hovering over some sentient being which happens to be me; I may as well not even be alive unless I have someone else acknowledge my existence or read my words.
