>Live in an apartment, circa 2016>Next to QT3.14>Taking my trash out>See a trash bag near her door>Grab it, might as well>On the way back, she's in the hallway and says "you did that? thanks">Pats me on (the waterproof fabric of the coat I'm wearing) the shoulder>"y----you too">This happened about a decade ago, still remember it vividly, can't help but wonder what "could" have been. Along with 5000000 similar cases.I hate how foids have this power to hijack and infest your brain. This isn't the first time this has happened, been going on since middle school. Girl acknowleges your existence? She's prolly in love with you. She touches you in the most mundane way, possibly unintentionally? Must be cuz I'm ultra-Chad. Looks at you? Need to capitalize on that, follow up, get married. Bitches love ugly, fat, stinky, stupid, autistic, schizo, wageslaving males.I want to live as a monk. Away from foids altogether. Everytime I have a non-negative interaction with one, my brain locks up, then explodes. Physical touch IS a DRUG, an ADDICTION. Foids are happy to give you one small, free dose. They're confident you'll come crawling back to buy more.What I want even more? To kill the Dem*urge. That's right. You scaled lionheaded primordial piece of shit? I'm gonna rip you open and end this dumbass hellplane. You fucked up too many times. Fucker.
