Help I just got my first match on tinder what do I say??
how is it that they all have husbands?
do you think they know?
star of desperate housewives....were women interested in her because she was non threatening because of her inherent manliness?
Cheer up kot thread
good thread everyone post cute cats pls
lets have this one happy thread
I don't have any kitties of my own so I drew one in mspaint
>have first psychotic breakdown
>start drinking my piss because I believe that it will protect me from demons, JD Salinger did it
>Jesus turned water into wine, his piss was holy
>think there's a me from the future out there who time traveled to warn us about the apocalypse
>he played at a secret superbowl halftime show
>start playing guitar erratically, screaming YOU GOTTA FIGHT TILL YOU KNOW WHATS RIGHT
>string theory, the world is breaking
>smash my guitar against the wall of my college apartment, smash through the window
>breaking through the matrix
>check The Illuminati's twitter page
>picture of a woman holding up a sign that says "you gotta fight till you know what's right"
>keep on smashing shit and screaming, throwing all of my stuff out the window
>check facebook for clues
>try to log into facebook but instead there's a strange ACCESS DENIED page
>matrix-esque code flashes, mfw the good guys are hacking the bad guys for me
>get into facebook
>share article I see about professors having the right to bring guns
>Illuminati twitter says "people will only realize what you're doing when you stop"
>for some autistic reason I think this is a clue to keep on going till everythings wrecked
>go back to wrecking shit
>crowd has gathered
>eventually campus security comes, then cops
>screaming about JFK and Inherent Vice, saying Jesus was a glitch in the system and we all could be glitches if we tried
>only my mattress is left in my room
>say I just want a good night's sleep
>convinced demons are manipulating me through my dreams
>cop says I have to jail or the hospital
>I choose jail because I don't want to be on a bunch of drugs
>u fuckin kidding me
>they bring me to jail, I'm covered in walldust
>go to shower
>an innmate holds the bible up to the window and shouts while laughing "HEY DON'T WORRY BUD YOUR PEOPLE ARE GONNA BREAK YOU OUT"
>fast forward through 10,000 imagined theories as to why I got there and what the jail is
>meet a dude there who I think is me from another dimension, or Jesus
>make cross sign on the window and point to him
>make cross with an x sign on the window and point to me
>he nods furiously
>makes a noose handgesture
>welp, I'm the antichrist
>drink my own piss to turn into the dragon
>try to drown myself in the toilet
>cop pulls me out
>time feels nonexistent, think I'm dead
>handcuffed to a bench
>shouting incoherent shit about being the antichrist and destroying this dimension
>notice innmates are able to get in and out of their cells
>the fuck is going on
>I'm shouting this girls number who I think is Mary Magdalene
>Sherriff comes over and writes down her name and number
>he starts babbling like a baby, can not form a a coherent sentence
>the fuck is going on
>girl from a cell is making heart signs at me through the window
>get a boner handcuffed to the bench
>her boyfriend is in another cell banging his fists against the wall
>I think we're all dead
>start avoiding looking at the girl because I think she's trying to distract me from Mary Magdalene, my one link to reality
>gonna break out of this fucking jail
>try to break out of handcuffs
>they put me in a restraining chair
>an eternity goes by, waiting for the next dimension to kick in
>they set me in front of a wall with "HI :)" etched in it
>start screaming tons and tons of shit, theory after theory
>say I'm gonna break out and eat their computer
>seems like the police are going fucking crazy too
>start yelling 'i need to take a shit, i need some beer, i need some weed, i need some TV, etc. all the way to BRING ME THE ATOMIC BOMB
>think i'm dr manhattan and can't die without the atomic bomb
>start ripping through my hair to become dr manhattan, screaming for the atomic bomb
>cop comes over and leans my chair back, covers my mouth and nose
>oh shit i'm gonna die
>think I'm the joker and she's batman
>she sighs and gives up idk why
>start breaking out of the chair, find a strap and pretend its a parachute
>they put me in another with more straps
>believe I can break out of it
>put me in a third chair
>i'm wearing like four spit masks because I keep chewing through them
>meditate insanely hard, chanting this mantra in my head about becoming the violet flame
>think "see through the eyes" and "go clear"
>tears start pouring from my eyes even though they're closed
>I can see through my eyelids and spitmasks and the cops look like demons
>start sweating profusely
>cops are freaking the fuck out
>they come over to me and say "ugh, it smells awful" like it was the worse thing they've smelled in the world
>they take me out of the chair and run me to the bathroom
>pull down my pants and order me to piss
>I scream I DONT KNOW HOW, can barely feel my body at all
>cop takes off his jacket and puts it on me
>"hey! you're wearing my jacket now, how do you feel about that?"
>my reality is fading in and out in flashes, feel like i'm about to shapeshift
>they say all right, we're gonna put him through the wall
>start freaking out because I think I'm going through the wall into another dimension
>they start banging me against a wall
>for some reason that knocked some sense into me and they take me to the car
>can't move my body at all for like 20 min
>driving to the mental hospital
>sunrise, feels like I'm looking at the sun for the first time
>think the world ended while I was in jail and the illuminati regenerated it
>get to the hospital, think i'm in some kind of fairytale
>they give me an ativan shot in my ass
>somehow wake up for a few seconds despite being heavily medicated
>roommate is crying to the staff at the doorway, he's pointing at me saying "i can't take it he loved her so much" starts saying some shit that i said in the jail
>the fuck.....fall back asleep
>wake up, feel kind of normal, refreshed after my breakdown
>roommate introduces himself, David, we talk some about theories but he seems reserved to tell me stuff
>says "i'm glad we got to be roommates man," and gives me advice like "it feels good to wear other people's clothes, i'm wearing Lucy's jacket right now. also it's good to have a girlfriend."
>go through regular hospital routine, think it's all fantasyland mind control
>start getting clues from news and tv we watch
>cops in my city went on strike
>murder happens in San Francisco
>think I'm from the future and me and this rapping black kid have the secret codes to stop the murder from happening
>use part of Mary Magdalene's number and part of the rappers number to form a new one
>"hey this anon from the future, just wanted to warn you that you are in danger, this call should make you safe though. keep on fighting, with love"
>high five rapper
>sleep most of the day
>one day David wakes me up by sighing and throwing a bag of cookies at me, "you win anon"
>remember screaming in jail at a couple locked up for dual battery that if he loves her he should get her cookies
>get out of bed and they're having a pizza party with Little Ceaser's and Pepsi
>this is meant to be since my name means little king and i was obsessed with pepsi and the super bowl
>talk to David, "when we cry it makes stuff happen right?"
>he nods, yup I was up last night crying
>see lots of gay shit here
>hmmm whatif i try
>shit everywhere and theres alittle bit of blood
what do i do
how fucked am i
What song do you want to be played at your funeral?
For me the choice isn't that hard, really.
If there's one commonality that all robots share, it's loneliness. That loneliness typically comes through the hands of women. A robot's life is painful and solitary. It leads to harsh truths about the gentler sex that normies either don't understand or refuse to accept. Normies would certainly refer to this board as "sexist" or "misogynistic" because one of its central topics is the painful truth about women we've all learned but no one else seems to understand. We come here to vent; if we don't, gynocentric society slowly drives us mad.
My question is this: what is to be done? We can't regurgitate the red pill. We can never look at women the same way again. Knowing that women are fundamentally flawed, do we attempt a relationship with one, and risk all the pain that comes with associating with their kind, or declare our independence from them, thereby incurring even more terrible loneliness? I think this is the question at the heart of this board. It seemsan unsolvable dilemma: women are terrible but we're endlessly driven to be with them.
How do we escape this vicious cycle? There has to be another way.
Immortality comes first. We must all get our AI and nanotech degrees and mechanize our brain. Then we'll have enough time to make our robotic waifus, or maybe even an awesome simulation.
Women used to be kept in check, but degeneracy has gone wholesale due to the state no longer regulating people's sex lives, the end of no fault divorce, etc.
No meaningful outcomes will be achieved in our lifetimes. You'll just have to live with it.
Starting to fear that this is the answer. Ultimately we might have to accept that a long-term romantic relationship with a western woman is a foolish proposition, as their values have all been ruined by feminism and the sexual revolution. If we can't beat the degeneracy, might as well join it. Maybe I should try my luck on Tinder.
The name's Bond
fml senpai just gimme some images ill start
Who here /scaredtodrive/
I take the bus to work every day, I'm not dying in a car crash nigga
>realize that my life is a joke and no one loves me
>go to lostallhope.com to look at suicide statistics
>see what the best way to go is
>explosives are the most lethal while being the quickest and least painful
>look at the lethality rate
>Think about the 3.6% that failed that
>start laughing my ass off thinking about cripples
>don't want to die anymore
Someone kill me, also share your shitty depressing stories about wanting to die.
Op here, new one just for you
>hates life, girlfriend at the time won't talk to me because she's too busy
>go to lake in December in hopes of freezing myself to death
>have hands and bare feet in water
>bird caws at me
>black bird on tree behind me
>walk home and go to sleep in warm bed.
Attempting suicide was the best and worst thing I've ever done. I tried to kill myself when I was younger, I was 16 I think. I drank some bleach and next thing I know I woke up in an ER getting my stomach pumped. Felt like shit and got sent to a psych ward for a few months. Met my first and only gf there, life was pretty good for a while until she killed herself. Now I want to die even more but I realized I am actually a pussy. To this day I still hear conflicting information about the lethality of bleach though.
>wanted to kill self at 12
>hospital inpatient for a month
>outpatient for six months
>every morning meeting I had to say "I'm anon and I'm here for depression and thoughts of suicide"
>drop out of 7th and 8th grade
>go back for highschool
I kinda wish I did. I've had a few women say I was/am utterly the best in a lot of ways but of course none of them see me as husband material. At most I've been that close friend that makes her cum harder than her boyfriend.
This said, all but one that has been attracted to me has had worse issues. The one that doesn't said she felt like I needed someone, so she played along with me going full tard.
I still think about doing it. I don't make a lot. I don't have many prospects as is. But I guess a few people rely on me enough where I can't just end it with a bang quite yet. I just wish people would stop lying to me.
Who here fell for the student loan meme?
>tfw you will never get do what you truly love since you are financially crippled till your late 50s
Just set yourself up with the best job you can now, and pay it off as much as you can at a time. That's all that's in your control. You made a mistake, but it doesn't have to run your life.
Ok guys I fucking hate college so I want out. I know I can make a decent living as a plumber for example, but my fear is women will look upon a tradesman as a low educated scum regardless of how much money he earns. I cant imagine the average college educated chick working in some bullshit make work government job will even give a blue collar dude a chance. I just picture myself in a bar with a chick in the middle and she asks me what I do and I say plumber and then the guy on the other side says I work as a Market Analyst. It seems like a uphill battle.
Honestly, most women I know are OK with tradesmen. I have been with a chef for a decade. Tradesmen can make good money.
Now, that Market Analyst guy may look flashier in words, so up your game by dressing well and staying educated. if you don't look like redneck trash you won't be seen as redneck trash.
to think, this poor family's bloodline ends with me. a sad fucking failure. I feel so bad.
Should I spend my entire Social Security check for this month on a hooker?