If I was an alien I would totally take your brain and study it.

qualcuno mi considera "un incel misogino", ma proprio no, ricordo anzi che in piccolo iniziai a pensarla così già alle scuole medie, quando di sesso iniziai a sentir parlare le prime volte. neanche avevo internet a quei tempi e lessi online le teorie incel per la prima volta attorno ai 25/26 anni. sin da bambino avevo sempre avuto più amicizie femminili che maschili, e ancora oggi ho più amicizie femminili che maschili, ma a un certo punto nella mia vita, attorno ai 12/14 anni, quasi tutte quelle mie care amiche d'infanzia iniziarono a non voler avere più a che fare con me, iniziarono a non parlarmi neanche più, e a spettegolare tra loro dei bei ragazzi di turno di cui si invaghivano o con cui iniziavano ad avere le prime esperienze romantico/sessuali. e iniziavano a sputare cattiverie tremende su quei poveretti (come me) a cui era toccata la sfiga di esser "brutti, cessi". che guai!

these comments suck

Many non-virgins don't understand the struggles of virgins. So I came up with this analogy: It's like enduring a very hot summer and being unable to eat ice-cream. The heat is unbearable. You don't need to eat ice-cream in order to survive, but having an ice-cream right now would make the heat much more bearable.

However you can't buy ice-cream or make it at home. In order to get ice-cream you must ask someone else to share it with you. But you're shy, a bit ugly and not someone people would want to give their ice-cream to. So you're stuck watching other people enjoying ice-cream, while you're melting from the heat.

Also, you've never had ice-cream before, so you can only imagine what it tastes like.

The days blur together now, with nothing here but the waves, the sand, and Monkey Ball. My old life, my old worries—they’ve faded, replaced by the single-minded pursuit of perfection in this game. I’m convinced I’m the best; if anyone else were here, they’d see it, too. I’ve mastered every level, every turn, until the boundaries of the game and reality start to merge. I talk to the screen like it’s listening, daring it to challenge me with something I can’t beat. The island means nothing to me anymore—only the game does. Someday, someone will find me here, a legend, the undisputed master of Monkey Ball.

██10 Clumsy / flirty
███ 20Creative
████ 30Weird / Random
█████ 40Cute
██████ 50Sweet / friendly
███████ 60Smart / Fun
█████████ 70Fashionable
██████████ 80Funny
███████████ 90Beautiful
█████████████ 100*PERFECT