i'm sorry that you have given up, because you sure do seem like a guy that has humor and character and some wits. perhaps you shouldn't touch hot stoves?
Thanks, but in this society, they’re all hot stoves to me. I’m well into middle age. My desire for companionship is almost non-existent. I don’t want to compromise with a woman. I choose to live alone because I’m incapable of cohabitation. If I went to prison, I would purposefully do something to get sent to the box to avoid a cellmate. I like coming home and eating whatever I want, ripping farts, having my sleep uninterrupted and all of my decisions to not be challenged or commented upon. I look at women like dogs: They’re fun to pet, but I don’t want one of my own because I don’t want them to shit in my home.
I agree with you overall but sometimes I feel the sting of loneliness and unfulfillment. It’s worth the pain to not have to constantly stress about whether or not my wife is fucking around with some douche on snapchat while I’m slaving away so my kids don’t have to be forced vaxxed so they can attend public brainwashing school. I knew I was done with the last chick I almost got engaged with when she stubbornly insisted that our hypothetical male heir should absolutely be circumcised, fed lies about the Easter bunny, be sent through government schooling so that he can have a ‘social life’, and God knows wtf else she would have poisoned our child with. I could put my foot down over snd over and the bitch would just become bitter and resentful. I eventually came to the conclusion that perhaps I’m just not the type to have access to quality women (they’re so rare these days anyways that only the top %5 of men or whatever would even be able to acquire them).
Maybe I’m wrong in my analysis, but Idc at this point. Something could change in the future but I doubt it.
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