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I could be like some of you faggots, and be a NEET, living “comfy” and never leaving the house. Instead, I go out into the world and I am unapologetically myself. I tell the truth, I tell people when they’re acting stupid, and I especially get on women about their specific trademark brand of idiocy.
>Am the most earnest person there
>highly competent and diligent
>extremely outgoing
>women want to fuck me
>a faggot beta targets me and lies to HR about “oh he made me cry”
>I tell the abject truth to the pajeeta in HR, I do not play their dumbshit games.
>this gets me fired, but I get to walk out of there with thousands of dollars of training by a well known company and my head held high.
>this invariably helps me meet very cool people, the kind of people so affected that they are now lifelong friends.
After marrying my high school sweetheart, and getting her pregnant, during one of her hormonal episodes she told me she wanted a divorce. Something snapped in me, and I told her “then go.”
I can get away with bloody murder now.
Having a foundation to fall back on allows me to exercise my pride in the workplace. .and that same pride prevents me from taking advantage of a good thing like that family home and being a lazy do-nothing worthless slob. I’m not attacking you for that, either, if the shoe fits. I just think that’s what usually happens when men check out. What’s the point of anything, let alone hygiene?
Anyways. My two cents. Fuck you faggots. I would’ve told my wife to take our child upstairs, I would’ve called the police, and I would’ve sat in my living room with my gun. The moment he breaks one of my windows, I’m shooting him. I’m not going outside, I’m going to utilize castle doctrine and waste that degenerate fuck. Game over.
