Every time i leave the house, I rack up 100s of IODs (Indication

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Every time i leave the house, I rack up 100s of IODs (Indication of Disinterest)

I am so painfully aware now.

Every time a woman sees me in her peripheral vision but can't bear to look me in the eyes for a second, moves away from me the first chance she gets, doesn't smile at me or has an aura of disgust if she's serving me (i.e. in a shop), it is a reaffirmation that I am genetic toxic waste to women.

While most guys on this mongolian shitposting board are derping over whether XYZ was an IOI or not. I am trying to go through the day not racking up too many IODs. An IOD is brutal. It is essentially a pre-rejection. It is letting you know that you are not considered a sexual or even human entity. Even women who earn a living from being courteous, i.e. in shops, if they can't even bring themselves to fake a smile with you, then you really must be a burden, an eyesore. You are like a snuff or gore movie in human form.

Approaching a woman and being rejected allows for a greater deal of cope: It may be her response to being approached in public because she's shy and it feels awkward; she may have rejected you because she only meets guys through social circle, etc,

But when a woman "rejects" you without you having approached her, it feels a lot more like it is a biological response to your face. This is no logical, logistical, emotional filter to her rejection of you. It is purely biological. Every sinew of a woman finds you unworthy of reproduction with her. You might as well be a piece of dog shit or discarded can of coke on the pavement. You may get more noticed.

You are not a man to her. You are a hazy blur at the edge of her peripheral vision. You're like a temporary cataract that she can safely ignore.