>get acquainted to a girl
>turn girl into a gf
>turn her into a fuckdoll disregarding her humanity whenever possible
>get bored of her remanent human drivel
>break up with it
>now she's a whore
Given enough time to progress, every love story will inevitably end with both parties realizing that true love doesn't exist.
incel posting incel fictional story
it actually happened though, i no longer seek gfs as i have come to realize that the act of fucking is overrated
but what about love anon?
Nah, you're just blaming the conception of love to avoid being responsible for your own failures.
isn't love the polite way of asserting that you wanna fuck someone?
they either stay together out of necessity or are biding their time to acquire as much property belonging to their partner as they can
You're confusing love with infatuation, which happens at the beginning of a relationship but does generally fade off after a while. Love is something different. If you think that true love doesn't exist, it's because you've never felt it. Infatuation is what makes you want to fuck someone and not be able to stop thinking about them. Love is what makes you mourn when they die or move away, or takes all the energy out from under you when they aren't there for a while. It's even possible to love and despise someone at the same time. It will make you foolishly give up your happiness to support a relationship that is obviously sinking and burning, making excuses all the while. It will make you go out of your way to help someone who is hurting at a cost to yourself, and fill you with warmth when you do. This coming from someone who's had two multi-year relationships, one that ended in a suicide after a long spiral and serious errors on both sides, and one that is successful and mutually beneficial, but has its bumps and occasional doubts, like all relationships. It took a long time to tell the difference, because love is a quiet, subtle force that you don't always see until something isn't there.
Infatuation makes you horny and obsessed, but love makes you really care about another person. You can definitely have one without the other, but infatuation is fleeting and shallow, and love is deep and beautiful and painful, and the echoes of a true love never fade, even once it's ended years ago.
Romantic love only forms as a result of infatuation, you can't skip steps like that. Love without attraction is just friendship.>>20347
They're dating each other out of pity and lack of choices.
Yes, it means exactly that.
I also played katawa shoujo, after finishing rin's route i stopped playing entirely due to me realizing that the game won't get better than that, nevertheless, the handicapped people in the real world are quite obviously different both in behaviour and looks from the cutesy, optimistic animu realm, you would come to this conclusion once you subject yourself to having irl experience with those fuckos.
Then thanks to this we can collect this info:>People only date to fuck>Asexual and disabled people only date out of necessity or for money>If they have nothing to provide they date each other out of pity>There are no attractive/worth dating disabled people
That's a lot of info about such large demographics, you must really know what you're talking about.
hey man, if you like to fuck gimped girls then that's your thing but don't try to pass your deviancy as something normal, we already have to deal with the gays claiming that shit
the last time i had a gf was in highschool grade 9 i think, it ended badly and now i am incapable of most social interaction
Sorry to hear anon, don't give up, and don't even think of taking her back.
next step is murder
8moe is down and so I'm here. Not really a love story. I'm settling for a girl 10 years older than me for the chance of a visa in a country I want to live in. She is a very nice girl, but the chance of children is slim. I want to die.
>10th grade, spring of 2014
>See this really short cute girl everyday, she's in 9th grade.
>Have crush on her
>Our every last class of the day is empty so we can do stuff like homework, etc. I used to play Harvest Moon on my gba
>Go to her class during that time and ask if I can sit with her
>She says ok
>She has a tall male friend (and I mean tall, he was 2 meters tall, literally.)
>He's chill, maybe a bit dumb but I loved him
>We do this more often
>Show her my Harvest Moon file
>She really likes it, asks if she can play
>she loves it, we talk about it at cafeteria
>Ask for her skype, she gives me her skype
>Thought it'd be fun to get her into runescape
>She doesn't understand but plays it for my sake (quits after 2 days lol)
>We are getting very close by now
>Ask her if she would like to go to the mall with me (as friends, i had a crush on her but I didn't care about it much because she legitimately liked Harvest Moon like I did and I didn't want to risk)
>"Sure Anon I would love to go out with you :)"
>Apparently she told tall friend and he also wanted to tag along
>Sitting at ice cream shop
>She's looking down, obviously not having fun
>Makes an excuse so I walk her to her house, other guy goes to his house by himself
>Turns out she grew feelings for me
>Normally this would have been a good thing for me, but I actually did not expect to get this far
>No idea wtf to do now
>I've been an extreme loner from 3rd to 8th grade, some schizophrenia symptoms and delusional
>Really have no fucking idea what to do
>Start stressing out
>She tries to win me for months
>I always avoid her because I'm retarded and have no fucking clue what to do
>People notice, start making fun of me and girl
>Start getting bullied, feel responsible for her drop in reputation too
>Whole thing makes her depressed, makes me worse
>her tall friend leaves her side too because he was jealous
>Some months pass, we still talk over Skype. At this point I'm regretting ever seeing her.
>schizophrenia gets worse too. start thinking I'm the daughter of a goddess too
>Nearly summer break
>Call her and tell her to come to the abandoned childrens park at the woods
>Don't remember much but I remember telling her we can't date bacause it wasn't good for either of us mental health, she walked away crying too
>Me being a socially retarded idiot didn't know what to do, went home and stared at the ceiling on my bed.
>Apparently she cried for 3 days
>Havent fell in love since
>I ruin everything I touch
Oscillating between restraining order and darkness
Shush now, little bird
Shush now, little lion
I am literally Fucking Melting
YOU are LITERALLY
S T O P
SOMEBODY PLS BAN ME FOREVER(ABSOLUTELY NOT)
wHAT THE FUCK
was your coffee cold or something?
>Be 2yo>Forming first memories, 2 girls, one 2 years older, one my age>Let's call the younger one Rakka>Best friends forever since forever, they've always been there and always will be, so it seems >We play, fall asleep on the couch together, run around in the woods behind the house >Life is large and life is small, every tree is a redwood and every nook in the house is a cabin>The younger one and me get really close, the older one feels like an older sister to me overtime, still a great friend though>Younger one gets shot in the head when she's 4yo on a highway in Mexico, survives>She Has mental problems and cries for no reason all the time for years>Only thing that comforts her and gets her to stop is me being there and talking to her, she's not unintelligent, just fragile >As we get older I'm there whenever her mom needs me >Whatever the fuck I have wrong with me gets worse as I age, I become gradually more socially inept and isolated>School system rapidly degrades for me, get sent to 7 different schools and end up in solitary confinement multiple times, not for any criminal charge, this is just America >All the same I'm still at Rakka's house at least a few times a month, we play animal crossing and little big planet a lot, she's feels part of me and I her>Finally get back to normal public school, adults won't leave me alone and abuse me in a variety of ways>Stuck in special classes on the shortbus, reading comprehension is that of a senior when they entry test me yet they never let me out of rudimentary classes, bored, tired, pissed, alienated from everyone >If I'm in the restroom too long my name gets publicly announced on the loudspeaker and adults stampede around the school looking for me, rarely left without an escort even when no one else gets treated like this>I'm a "liability" >Rakka's still there, she's happy I'm finally at her school and accepts me for all my social shortcomings>My grandmother's brain truly starts falling apart, Rakka's mom comes to care for her>Rakka's mom is bipolar and delusionally sees an "opportunity" for money >Rakka's mom and my grandmother get close while my mom is out working to provide for my household >Grandma goes apeshit and accuses me of being a pedo because of some past trauma she has even though I'm only 11 and have been so sheltered by the special education system that I don't even know what sex is >My mom kicks grandma out even though she can't care for herself, oh well, not my problem >Rakka's mom gets my drunk uncle to burst into the house and threaten us for money after conferring with my grandma about me supposedly being a pedo>Am forbidden from seeing Rakka for years >Cry and don't understand what's happening >Have no friends, become hikki for 6 years >Around 17 I go outside again for the first time and try to talk to a different old friend, he brings me out with him and puts the work in to pull me out of my basement, thankyou >start hanging out with some people again and get invited to a bonfire >Rakka's there! >don't freak out, try to stay calm at first >sit next to her and say, "Hey Rakka I'm glad to see you how have you been?">She doesn't say anything and gives me the meanest look I've ever seen her give anyone, or anyone give anyone >slink away and leave early >Last time I've ever seen her >Want to reach out but don't know if she thinks I'm a pedo because of what grandma said about me and her little brother, don't know if her mom spent years gaslighting her, don't know what to do, does Rakka blame me for all this>Cry again for a long time >Am 25 now, still think about Rakka every once and a while and feel sad, there's no chance anymore, what could I even say, the social taboo is so strong and I did nothing to deserve it>Still love Rakka>Think Rakka loved me and we would have been the childhood friend turned couple dream had fate not completely destroyed my social ability and perceived public image https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Jnubcn2G-Y
life just throws shit at your face when it feels like it, most of the times theres nothing we can do about it. hope you find happiness at least in your coming days
You know what? No, fuck what I said in >>22503
. You didn't do anything to deserve this shit, life does shit like this sometimes but you don't have to accept just sitting there and taking it.
>Want to reach out but don't know if she thinks I'm a pedo because of what grandma said about me
You don't KNOW. If you knew 100%, sure, maybe. But it might still be a good thing to try to reach out to her, you'll never "know" if you don't reach out.
Even IF she does think you're a pedo, you stated she isn't unintelligent, so if you tell her that you didn't even know what sex was at the time theres no reason why she would not believe that. Also at 17 she might've acted like that because maybe her family was there with her, you can never know until you do it. And frankly you only have huge life gains from doing so.
>there's no chance anymore, what could I even say
This part is something you'll have to come up with BUT don't let it discourage you anon, tell her what you wanted to say at 17, ask her how things are and if it goes well say you missed her without being creepy about it
>the social taboo is so strong and I did nothing to deserve it
Social taboo from who? The only person that's important is her, fuck anybody else that knowingly put this much stuff on an innocent 11 year old. Their "views" about you does not equal to a millimeter of horse shit.
Reach out to her, there's nothing to lose
i think someone's trolling me and I'm falling for it very badly lol
Just disregard it lol
I'm gonna give you an opinion, I'd reach out and try to get that clarified.
You already have a no for an answer, what there's even to lose? If she thinks poorly of you because of what some retards say then she grew up to be a complete retard herself and not worth your time. The girl you once knew doesn't exist anymore.
The alternative, you talk like two adults and become friends again. It's not good to have unresolved issues, even if the ending is ugly.
I'm going to be that internet dickhead and say nah, you should focus yourself on moving forward, even if shitty to say. If it's been 8 years since you've seen her, and your last interaction was so hostile, then you likely have nothing to gain by trying again in any regard. Even if she never really believed all those things other people said or not, I'm willing to bet she's over it by this point.
Sure, the other anons are likely correct to say "you have nothing to lose", but (and I'm speaking from my own experience here) you may actually find things get worse before they get better this way. Reaching out and hearing the same bullshit again, spurred on by things you never did, as said by someone your heart yearns for, might hurt you more. There is something to be said for seeking finality in these situations, but is coming round to do the same dance truly finality? You have to find your own peace first, I think. Hard as that will be.
Best of luck either way, man. I just want to temper expectation a bit.
Honestly mate, I think you should send her this post. No matter what she thinks of it I think it would help you a lot to know that she's read your perspective. Tell her that you were talking to some people online about your memories with her because you still think about her a lot and really care about her, and one of them told you to send her your post. I don't think just playing it cool and aloof is the way to go. You can take out the bit about wanting to be a couple if you like, but keep the song at the end in there.
A lot of bad advice here. Women aren't rational, and you know this. Don't waste your time. Don't waste your brainpower on them. Make yourself the best you can be, and then women will search you out, and be attracted to you based off the fact you're a grounded and strong person.
This is dumb. There are shitty women just as there are shitty men. Some of the most grounded, kind, rational people I've talked to have been women. Love is often different for them and that's alright. Its just how things are. Doesn't make them worth less or anything.
How dare you oppose the 'women bad' circlejerk.
Live, love, die…
I need a gf….
Have you ever thought you loved someone, and then your relationship failed for whatever reason, and some time later you fall in love with someone else, and realize that your previous love was just a make-believe love, a childish imitation that you mistook for the real thing––an honest mistake, because you had never felt the real thing before? And yet you still feel a little embarrassed that you thought something so shallow could really be love, that love was simple and weightless, like a single pop song played on repeat until you die. It’s only when you hear the rest of the album that you realize love is so much better than that one hit single, that it’s got moods and movements, sounds that you’ve never heard before, melodies you never thought you would like, but you do, and now they’re stuck in your head. It’s good in a way you didn’t know something could be good.
Imagine getting stuck in that first relationship forever. When it goes bad—and relationships like that always go bad eventually—you simply can’t separate, for whatever reason. You become one of those couples that doesn’t actually seem like they love each other. When you make fun of one another, it sounds like you really mean it. You go on lots of business trips because you don’t have much fun being around your spouse. You get cynical about love and you scoff at every love story and love song because that’s not really what it’s like. Nobody ever actually feels deep, abiding pleasure in another human being, you think, at least not for long.
Or, if you’ve never felt a love like that—imagine that the biggest body of water you’ve ever seen is a dinky little pond and you think, “Yep, that’s about as much water as there can be! There’s nothing deeper or wider than this. Seeing water that stretches onward to the horizon, water that can turn into tidal waves, water that hides giant whales and creatures that have never seen the sun, that’s just a bunch of tall tales.”
And maybe you can be happy sitting next to your pond, so long as you never see an ocean. Maybe when you meet people who tell you about the magnificent oceans they’ve seen, you figure they’re just exaggerating what it’s like to see a pond. “Ah yes, I remember seeing my first pond,” you chuckle. But somewhere deep in your brain, there’s a little twinge of doubt.
I think lots of people are stuck in that first relationship, stuck next to their tiny little pond, skeptical that anything greater exists. But it takes a lot of work to be satisfied with their relationship and their pond, because they don’t get enough love to fill their hearts or enough fish to fill their bellies. So they end up reading articles about how to love things they don’t love that much and how to feel full without eating enough.
Some of these people are stuck there because the world is cruel and they never had a shot at something better. But some people are stuck there because they don’t believe there’s something better. They’ve been hoodwinked by the devil’s lie, fooled into thinking that they are, deep down, a lazy loser, and they must be threatened, cajoled, and caffeinated into working hard, because suffering is the natural state of life. When they get home at the end of the day and they’re so tired that all they can do is sit motionless and watch TV, they blame themselves, as if it’s their fault that they feel exhausted after racing to meet a deadline so they can avoid being publicly shamed. And that breaks my heart.
Well my first gay experience happened like this:
I was about 50 yards or so up this path when I noticed a man standing off the side of the path apparently staring into the woods. As I got closer I realized his pants were down around his ankles and I could see his ass. Now, I'm straight but I have to say that it was a really nicely shaped ass for a man and I took notice. I figured maybe he was drunk and just peeing in the bushes, so I started to walk quieter so I wouldn't disturb him. But as I got closer I started hearing strange grunts and sucking sounds. I realized there was another man blowing him.
Now, I'm not gay but I slowed my pace down to watch. I slowed and approached the standing man from behind. His friend didn't take any notice as his eyes were tightly closed. I came right up behind the man standing so that I could have reached out and touched him. That's when I brought the cinder block down on his head, hard. He collapsed on top of his faggot friend and I quickly finished them both off. I rolled them into the bushes and finished my walk. That was only my first of many such gay encounters.
A friend of mine, who was adopted, and is quite successful and doesn't get drunk and maudlin about his adoptive status, decided to seek out his adoptive parents, which you can do, if you have money (which he does). They turned out to be two college students who had sex in college in the 1960's and had him. They didn't feel they could raise a baby, so they put him up for adoption.
They had since divorced and the birth Dad really wanted nothing to do with him, which I am sure hurt. But Dad had a new, new family, and wasn't even keen on visiting the kids from his first marriage, much less their first child they put up for adoption. His birth mother was a little more receptive, and his new siblings seemed pretty friendly. But there was no Hallmark homecoming - it was, in fact, awkward as be put it. And they haven't stayed in touch that much, in terms of spending holidays together or whatever. You meet someone after 40 years, what do you have in common, other than DNA? And the real truth is, we share 99.9% of our DNA with everyone else.
*sigh* Can't find love cos I don't love myself. Maybe. This is what adoption does to you…