How come incels always talk about how women have it so easy

[jimbo]

Christianity still has no answer to why God has cursed me to be born like this by the way

yea the problem of evil is probably the biggest burden when it comes to Christianity

 

[ironybruh]

yes

describe yourself using a bald man with glasses

 

[Sneeder]

yes

 

[terrycrews]

You become too self conscious. You need an unbiased look into you. Send a pic of yourself here and we will tell if you are really that ugly

Haaaaaaaaaaaaa

 

[jimbo]

describe yourself using a bald man with glasses

 

[ironybruh]

Haaaaaaaaaaaaa

describe yourself using a bald man with glasses

 

[basil]

yes

i see

 

[Xiuhcoyotl]

Yeah isn't that just fucking amazing everyone calling me her again
It kinda reminds me of how I got bullied at school and now I get bullied on the schlog

dw bbg ily

 

[sоyjak]

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not bald; no glasses
try again

 

[ironybruh]

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impressive.

 

[Itransheartblox]

Christianity still has no answer to why God has cursed me to be born like this by the way

God tests people with different problems (or something I'm not a christian)

 

[Jimb0]

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more like

 

[jimbo]

not bald; no glasses
try again

honorary ias albeit

 

[Twostripe]

Both

Damn, that's tough, but I don't think the mindset of "I was doomed from the start" will get you anywhere. You should do something with yourself. Even if it's not gonna matter, at least you won't feel like shit

 

[jimbo]

God tests people with different problems (or something I'm not a christian)

if you’re not christian then why try giving advice

there are only two honorary IAS and that's mutt and chud

stoidjak won. seethe some more.

 

[basil]

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that guy is NOT bald and does NOT have glasses

 

[terrycrews]

God tests people with different problems (or something I'm not a christian)

God likes torturing me for entertainment I think

 

[Itransheartblox]

@jimbo
meanie

 

[jimbo]

God likes torturing me for entertainment I think

:(

 

[NiggerRigger]

My cognition resembles a bowl of saturated cereal, and the saline nasal spray renders the atmosphere reminiscent of soiled adhesive bandages. I possess an overwhelming urge to expel the contents of my mind; to regurgitate my thoughts. Regrettably, the canine is once again engaging in the act of licking the floor. I have been experiencing prolonged constipation for several months, rendering it impossible to attain a comfortable seated position, while my visual perception continues to fluctuate. Furthermore, I encounter difficulties with swallowing, and upon awakening, I am unable to perceive my arms. It is imperative that I maintain a state of mobility, as a peculiar tingling sensation envelops me, accompanied by auditory hallucinations. I find myself devoid of any authentic emotions, and nothing captivates my interest. I am compelled to masticate my sustenance symmetrically on both sides of my mouth, and I meticulously count my teeth using my tongue—twenty times in a clockwise direction and twenty counter-clockwise—until the endeavor induces a headache. When I slice an apple, the segments must be impeccably aligned in a fixed orientation; thereafter, I consume them in a numerical sequence, utilizing my entire cranial capacity to chew. I perceive voices emanating from an adjacent room, and if one of my ears is stimulated, I feel an absolute necessity for the contralateral ear to receive similar attention to achieve a sense of equilibrium. Should this balance be restored, I experience tranquility, as if the disarray had never occurred. Whenever I lift an object, the entire day becomes a mere forgone conclusion. Even a solitary crumb upon the carpet hinders my ability to concentrate on the television. While viewing a program such as CSI, I incessantly remind myself of the title I am observing. In retail environments, or any location with tiled flooring, I ensure to traverse each square without making contact with the lines. If I inadvertently step upon a line, paranoia ensues, compelling me to regress and commence the process anew. Each pixel must be counted; I maintain the clean condition of my mouse and harbor a strong aversion to iTunes. Individually, I pluck strands of hair from my scalp. When gazing into a mirror, I perceive only the image of a short, overweight twelve-year-old. There is an incessant need to visit the restroom, especially during solitary acts that yield no fulfillment, coupled with an obsession concerning chlorine. Upon establishing eye contact, I feel obliged to rotate my eyes in circular motions, subsequently bisecting these circles through a singular, precise linear movement. However, I invariably falter, necessitating repeated attempts until ocular discomfort ensues.