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Let me tell you a little story about a person that I used to know. And I'lll end this rant with what I believe was the catalyst that led him to start 'making the transition' in the first place. First off, me and this dude grew up right down the street from each other. We rode the same school bus from K thru 10th. Used to get into all sorts of shenanigans together. Teenage hijinks n such. Neither one of us had any siblings our age growing up, so we became close enough to consider each other a brother from another mother... Flash forward, I dropped out of school bc of personal reasons and he stayed in school. We have a few party years and fuck 2 or 3 girls each and we're thinking we're pimps. He even introduced me to one of my first loves, she and I stayed together for like 3.5 years after that. Before either one of us was 21, I was the guy that could get shit. I could get alcohol, weed, and pills pretty easily. Still lived with mom and dad but my place became the kick-it crib. Hell, once we even went on a double date with these 2 smoking hot sisters from another school district and we both got lucky with them that same night! During this entire time since he was like age 12, he had also been taking weekly Taekwondo classes and actually became a blackbelt and won 2 championships and got to travel around the country putting on Taekwondo demonstrations. He was scrappy, too. Never backed down from a fight and always carried himself like a badass. Hence why me and him got along so well. Not once throughout our entire friendship did I or anyone else that knew him ever suspect him of being a closet flamer. Anyways, time moves on and we both have to get jobs. He hooked up with a high school sweetheart of his and had a couple of kids; He gets lucky and landed a great telecommunications job right out of high school. He was the guy that climbed the 500ft +/- cell towers installing, removing, and repairing telecoms equipment... He wasn't no punk, Climbing those towers made him a machine. I had to hand it to him, that's something that I could probably never do. I was always taller than him, but there for a while, I looked up to this dude and really respected him for doing better at life in general than me! He had his shit together from the get-go while I kept fucking up and having to start over. Life catches up with both of us and we lose touch for almost a decade. He hits me up one day out of the blue and we catch up on life, shoot the shit, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He said he wasn't climbing towers anymore but working administration bossing the tower hands around making 10$ an hour more than he used to. Anyways, flash forward a year or so without hanging out or saying a word to each other, I'm not doing too good, living out of my truck and needing a place to stay for the night so I hit up an old reliable friend. So I get there and we both start catching up. I vaguely tell him how I ended up in the sad and pathetic situation I was in [drugs and alcohol]. I don't like talking about myself really so I deflect by bringing up my revelations about WW2, 9-11, the jews, and the coronavirus thinking he might have gone down some of the same rabbit holes and share some of the same views as me. But nope. He tells me he's a liberal and that he can't believe that I actually believe all that stuff, he acts surprised as to how much I'VE changed lol We start playing video games, he's got a PS5 and big screen, but no first-person shooters so we're playing some stupid ass driving game. We order a pizza and shoot the shit for a little while. Then out of the blue he proceeds to show me his bad ass gun collection and starts telling me about how he's also doing hormone replacement therapy and telling me that he's felt different his entire life, and at this point I'm just sitting there letting the dude vent and trying to be respectful. This has been about a year ago when this interaction happened so the details are a little fuzzy, but at that time, he had both of his kids living with him, and he also had a girlfriend that supported him every step of the way and thought that he was "brave" for doing what he was doing. I met her that night and heard her say this.

Then he shares a story with me that I can't believe I hadn't at least heard about on FB or from another friend or acquaintance or something. (At this point, he still hasn't come out of the proverbial closet and he still looks like a normal guy). Anyways, he tells me he was out of town for work one weekend and he was staying in a hotel. He left one night to go get something to eat and when he was on his way back to his room, he says 3 or 4 niggers jumped him and robbed him, niggers stole everything he had on him and ransacked his room. He said he never even had a chance to fight back, they just blindsided him, hit him with a stick or a bat or something right in the face, and knocked out most of his teeth and he was out cold. The one time he wasn't concealed carrying when he needed it, and he gets jumped and wakes up in the hospital. Said he'll never leave the house without it again. Can't blame him. Anyways, after confiding in me he gets all emotional and starts crying/laughing hysterically, bringing up shit from our childhood so I casually make for the door like I got somewhere to be soon. Because homie is hormonal and got an arsenal of guns n ammo beside his bed, and me and a couple of other dudes shaved his eyebrows at a party when we were kids because that's just the rules when you fall asleep first at a party, and I wasn't trying to wait around until he remembered that because he was salty about that for a couple of years...

And now I give you my theory as to what led him to turn into THIS THING: Climbing cell phone towers and being exposed to massive amounts of harmful radiation daily for the better part of 10 years fried his brain, and fucked up his circuitry; then being extremely emasculated and left feeling absolutely helpless and stupid for taking Taekwondo lessons for most of his life and having a concealed carry permit, and not being able to put any of that to use in protecting himself when he needed it most, just had to make something snap in dudes mind. This is the only way I can rationalize how, my once best friend who was tough as nails, is now THIS THING. I have no idea who this person is, and the worst thing about it is all the encouragement and positive attention this faggot has gotten since the big reveal. What makes this kinda funny tho is my first love, the one that he introduced me to that I was with for 3.5 years and she broke my heart, she is now one of his best friends and biggest sources of encouragement in this shit. I just do not understand. What is this world coming to? How the fuck have I of all people become the sanest person I know of in a ten square mile radius? Strange times we are a livin' in. I blurred out a few things in the screenshot purely out of a modicum of residual respect I still have for the dude I used to know and the people on his timeline.

Let me tell you a little story about a person that I used to know. And I'lll end this rant with what I believe was the catalyst that led him to start 'making the transition' in the first place. First off, me and this dude grew up right down the street from each other. We rode the same school bus from K thru 10th. Used to get into all sorts of shenanigans together. Teenage hijinks n such. Neither one of us had any siblings our age growing up, so we became close enough to consider each other a brother from another mother... Flash forward, I dropped out of school bc of personal reasons and he stayed in school. We have a few party years and fuck 2 or 3 girls each and we're thinking we're pimps. He even introduced me to one of my first loves, she and I stayed together for like 3.5 years after that. Before either one of us was 21, I was the guy that could get shit. I could get alcohol, weed, and pills pretty easily. Still lived with mom and dad but my place became the kick-it crib. Hell, once we even went on a double date with these 2 smoking hot sisters from another school district and we both got lucky with them that same night! During this entire time since he was like age 12, he had also been taking weekly Taekwondo classes and actually became a blackbelt and won 2 championships and got to travel around the country putting on Taekwondo demonstrations. He was scrappy, too. Never backed down from a fight and always carried himself like a badass. Hence why me and him got along so well. Not once throughout our entire friendship did I or anyone else that knew him ever suspect him of being a closet flamer. Anyways, time moves on and we both have to get jobs. He hooked up with a high school sweetheart of his and had a couple of kids; He gets lucky and landed a great telecommunications job right out of high school. He was the guy that climbed the 500ft +/- cell towers installing, removing, and repairing telecoms equipment... He wasn't no punk, Climbing those towers made him a machine. I had to hand it to him, that's something that I could probably never do. I was always taller than him, but there for a while, I looked up to this dude and really respected him for doing better at life in general than me! He had his shit together from the get-go while I kept fucking up and having to start over. Life catches up with both of us and we lose touch for almost a decade. He hits me up one day out of the blue and we catch up on life, shoot the shit, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He said he wasn't climbing towers anymore but working administration bossing the tower hands around making 10$ an hour more than he used to. Anyways, flash forward a year or so without hanging out or saying a word to each other, I'm not doing too good, living out of my truck and needing a place to stay for the night so I hit up an old reliable friend. So I get there and we both start catching up. I vaguely tell him how I ended up in the sad and pathetic situation I was in [drugs and alcohol]. I don't like talking about myself really so I deflect by bringing up my revelations about WW2, 9-11, the jews, and the coronavirus thinking he might have gone down some of the same rabbit holes and share some of the same views as me. But nope. He tells me he's a liberal and that he can't believe that I actually believe all that stuff, he acts surprised as to how much I'VE changed lol We start playing video games, he's got a PS5 and big screen, but no first-person shooters so we're playing some stupid ass driving game. We order a pizza and shoot the shit for a little while. Then out of the blue he proceeds to show me his bad ass gun collection and starts telling me about how he's also doing hormone replacement therapy and telling me that he's felt different his entire life, and at this point I'm just sitting there letting the dude vent and trying to be respectful. This has been about a year ago when this interaction happened so the details are a little fuzzy, but at that time, he had both of his kids living with him, and he also had a girlfriend that supported him every step of the way and thought that he was "brave" for doing what he was doing. I met her that night and heard her say this. Then he shares a story with me that I can't believe I hadn't at least heard about on FB or from another friend or acquaintance or something. (At this point, he still hasn't come out of the proverbial closet and he still looks like a normal guy). Anyways, he tells me he was out of town for work one weekend and he was staying in a hotel. He left one night to go get something to eat and when he was on his way back to his room, he says 3 or 4 niggers jumped him and robbed him, niggers stole everything he had on him and ransacked his room. He said he never even had a chance to fight back, they just blindsided him, hit him with a stick or a bat or something right in the face, and knocked out most of his teeth and he was out cold. The one time he wasn't concealed carrying when he needed it, and he gets jumped and wakes up in the hospital. Said he'll never leave the house without it again. Can't blame him. Anyways, after confiding in me he gets all emotional and starts crying/laughing hysterically, bringing up shit from our childhood so I casually make for the door like I got somewhere to be soon. Because homie is hormonal and got an arsenal of guns n ammo beside his bed, and me and a couple of other dudes shaved his eyebrows at a party when we were kids because that's just the rules when you fall asleep first at a party, and I wasn't trying to wait around until he remembered that because he was salty about that for a couple of years... And now I give you my theory as to what led him to turn into THIS THING: Climbing cell phone towers and being exposed to massive amounts of harmful radiation daily for the better part of 10 years fried his brain, and fucked up his circuitry; then being extremely emasculated and left feeling absolutely helpless and stupid for taking Taekwondo lessons for most of his life and having a concealed carry permit, and not being able to put any of that to use in protecting himself when he needed it most, just had to make something snap in dudes mind. This is the only way I can rationalize how, my once best friend who was tough as nails, is now THIS THING. I have no idea who this person is, and the worst thing about it is all the encouragement and positive attention this faggot has gotten since the big reveal. What makes this kinda funny tho is my first love, the one that he introduced me to that I was with for 3.5 years and she broke my heart, she is now one of his best friends and biggest sources of encouragement in this shit. I just do not understand. What is this world coming to? How the fuck have I of all people become the sanest person I know of in a ten square mile radius? Strange times we are a livin' in. I blurred out a few things in the screenshot purely out of a modicum of residual respect I still have for the dude I used to know and the people on his timeline.

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That's really what it feels like.