>If I or another bear can't cook up a plan that reasonably circumvents these concerns, I will admit total defeat on this issue. It isn't about *me* or getting one to admit defeat. It's about understanding reality as it is. >Hit me with your best shots. Those don't come in words. Anyhow, I'll answer you. It won't accomplish anything, but you asked. This is in no particular order, and is omitting generally what I've said above. For starters, bloodline. White as I may be and Germanic as my face looks, I do carry Cherokee blood, which would be considered by the general population of our circles as non-White blood. I challenge that assertion with newer studies displaying eastern coast tribes come from the Mediterranean and perhaps even Ireland (colonists found red-haired and fair skinned Indians), but this is new info and could very well be wrong. If it is, I have non-White blood and reproduction is out of the question. If it isn't, then the initial concern is unfounded. Then there is the personal aspect. Despite numerous attempts, I didn't have any luck. Clumsy approaches, imperfect timing, little mistakes. I figured it was best to simply stop trying. By college, I had already resigned myself to staying "in the background". I'd make no effort unless there was a damn good reason to do so. No reason came up, and over time I found myself caring less and less as I learned more. By freshman year of college I was firmly redpilled and held, as I do now, a National Socialist point of view. With the redpills came "the woman question" and the more I read the more I began to understand exactly how dire the situation truly was, recalling personal experiences from time to time that supported every claim made against the inferior sex. Am I an incel? Not at all. Hell, if we look at the original meaning which is "involuntarily celibate" then certainly not. I've had opportunities to do things, and I said no. Likely the only one who did. It's because I know I'm better than that. But that doesn't remove the fact that I am approaching 22 and practically have zero experience in these matters. Soon, I think, I'll be going into pharmacy school, and I'll be far too busy taking care of that day in and day out to have time to give a single flying fuck about some random girl should one even catch my eye, which is unlikely. After that, I'll be returning to my hometown or that general area and work until interesting times are upon us or I die. It's a poor area, and the only people that live there are Boomers, 30+yo's, and kids. Not a place you just bump into a nice gal around my age. Summing it up, the way life itself is set up, which is the way I planned it, does not leave opportunity for any of that idiocy. Undergrad was really *the* last chance to accomplish anything related to the lovey bullshit, and nothing happened. Nothing will in these final months. I know too much about how the modern "woman" my age works and it disgusts me, particularly those that go to college. In another time before mine I probably would've had a family, but that's not how life works. You can't have it all. And of course there are problems with myself that I'd have to address. I'm far from a saint. Anger issues, a general disposition toward not being 100% positive 24/7 like everyone on this fucking planet expects, and a childhood that has left its marks. I learned quickly to kill any emotion that might present itself, or smother it under stronger ones. Poker face game is strong. So... Bloodline, personal aspects, general disposition, knowing too much about a rigged game... Covers it enough without bitching too much. I could go on and on but it does nothing, doesn't matter, and anymore just feels like playing a broken record. Not worth the time. At any rate, there will not be a family of my own. Things have fallen too far and war is just around the corner, where I will surely die. I have no real intention of making it out alive. I might, and if I do then I suppose that's fine, but the nature of the war coming will see massive destruction that will see WWII considered by historians as a small skirmish if any are left. I'm just waiting on God to come back, though he has no real reason to, or to die and move on to Heaven where God might understand, remember I'm Saved, and let me hang out in the little corner of Heaven nobody goes to. Best if I'm not around others too long. Which I guess is why I have a habit of disappearing on people... Better that way.