I feel like you’re having trouble following instead of just refusing to confront internal inconsistencies at this point. Either way, hug a dead veteran today.
I speak out against idolizing mass murderers, and the first thing you think of is girls writing to serial killers.
You could have talked about things like sports teams with names like “Vikings,” or “Raiders.”
You could have talked about movies like “The Godfather” or TV show “Black Sails.”
No, you went with your obsession; the women who constantly scorn, deride, belittle, and/or ridicule you on a daily basis.
You’re the one who brought up the idea of women flagrantly throwing themselves at the lowest scum while you sit alone and miserable, crying over your keyboard and smashing your head against the wall in anguish.
You bring it up because that’s what haunts your thoughts, day and night.
And how do I know this? What makes me so sure?
Anyone who isn’t obsessed like you would have simply stopped responding.
Like they say, truth let’s the facts speak for themselves, but lies repeat over and over.
You’re off your rocker. I chose a ridiculous example, because they idolize mass murderers and at most need therapy rather than a bullet - but that outcome fits your poorly thought out definition.
I mentioned that I’m a non-aggression type, tried to explain in small words what my point was and called you out on your attempts to ignore the argument. I haven’t even addressed your insane ramblings directly. I have no clue what conversation you think you’re reading, but I’m genuinely impressed.
I feel like you’re having trouble following instead of just refusing to confront internal inconsistencies at this point. Either way, hug a dead veteran today.
Hmmm, let’s see.
I speak out against idolizing mass murderers, and the first thing you think of is girls writing to serial killers.
You could have talked about things like sports teams with names like “Vikings,” or “Raiders.”
You could have talked about movies like “The Godfather” or TV show “Black Sails.”
No, you went with your obsession; the women who constantly scorn, deride, belittle, and/or ridicule you on a daily basis.
You’re the one who brought up the idea of women flagrantly throwing themselves at the lowest scum while you sit alone and miserable, crying over your keyboard and smashing your head against the wall in anguish.
You bring it up because that’s what haunts your thoughts, day and night.
And how do I know this? What makes me so sure?
Anyone who isn’t obsessed like you would have simply stopped responding.
Like they say, truth let’s the facts speak for themselves, but lies repeat over and over.
You’re off your rocker. I chose a ridiculous example, because they idolize mass murderers and at most need therapy rather than a bullet - but that outcome fits your poorly thought out definition.
Keep reaching.
You know, you keep saying that you don’t care about it.
Over and over and over again and again and again.
You keep saying that you have no deep burning anger about the fact that there are women throwing themselves at jailed murderers, while you sit alone.
But something tells me that, no matter how many times you deny it to the rest of the world, you’ll always know the truth in your heart.
I mentioned that I’m a non-aggression type, tried to explain in small words what my point was and called you out on your attempts to ignore the argument. I haven’t even addressed your insane ramblings directly. I have no clue what conversation you think you’re reading, but I’m genuinely impressed.