I suddenly realized through continued exposure to these crazed trannies that I've become blind to the glaringly obvious fact: There is no such thing as a happy troon. Full stop. I can't think of a single one that possesses so much as a smidgen of true joi de vivre. While they conspicuously brag about how ecstatic they are after transitioning and are filled with "gender euphoria" from "living their true selves", the reality is that they, to a man, look like the most miserable sad bastards in the world. Because they are. And beyond how they look, they describe their lives in ways that prove the abyss has not only looked into them, but has taken up residence in the squalid hovels of their souls.
They take endless selfies and post them, living desperately from asspat to asspat from orbiters even more broken in their heads than the troons themselves are. They don't smile so much as they smirk or display rictus -- not even a hint of a true smile ever rises to their eyes. Then again, what do they have to be happy about? The best they can do is whistle past the graveyard of their ruined bodies and lives.
And you know, this makes me very happy. It gives me a schadenfreude boner the size of Kevryn's forehead (which means it can be seen from outer space). It is the most awesome, life-affirming, thing in the world to NOT be a troon.
TL;DR Damn it sucks to be a troon. Pain looks good on them, so more of that please.
Hard agree. I've known trans people who are nice. Good people, even. But none of them are happy. None of them are healthy. And that's the saddest thing of all.
Every trans person I know is miserable, because they got an awful mental illness. They got good days, typically those are days they can ignore their condition and everything else is looking up, short moments of happiness, but in general they are miserable people I only have sympathy for. They got a mental illness, and mental illness is never fun.
Troons, who I separate from trans people by "they don't actually have gender dysphoria, just a fetish, are trying to run from something, or looking for asspats and special points" are just miserable people chasing a chance at happiness by trying to remake themselves, and spreading a lie that only makes everyone sucked into it miserable. Fuck troons. I have no sympathy for them when they sign out of life. Fuck them for trying to drag poor kids figuring themselves out into their shit. Their affirmation bullshit has lead to nothing, but the impedance of proper research and treatment of a mental illness that those who have it suffer under.
I'll play devil's advocate and say there may be a few out there. But every single one of them doesn't touch reddit, discord, twitter, or other social media.
I think this is a key thing kiwis must always remember. We look at internet retards. Social media isn't reality, and we specifically pick out the most miserable and terminally online individuals. People who use a lot of social media are miserable and lonely, because social media itself isn't actually that social.
You can have meaningful friends and relationships through it, but as a private messaging service. If a discord server is big enough to have a moderation team there's no longer socialization happening. If you're yelling into the void or having a public conversation, that's not really socialization. The internet is wonderful, it can allow us to erase distance and maintain friendships and interpersonal relationships no matter where we are. At the same time, it can also allow us to be lonely in public.
I think we've all had that time where we sit on a bench in a public place, people all around us, and feel like the loneliest person in the world, or be in a social environment, talking to people and going through the motions without ever connecting, that's what many people do on social media. Likewise we've probably all had a moment when just being with one or two people, one or two close friends felt like you were surrounded by people who cared for you. That can happen online in private communities, but never in public ones.
Being social isn't about the quantity of interactions, of the number of people discussing or listening, it's about the quality of those interactions and connections. As a kid I never understood the wisdom of "It doesn't matter if you have a lot of friends, only that you have one good one", I thought it was just a cope for lonely people without many friends, but as an adult I understand that better than ever. I find myself a far less friends than when I was in school, but those friends I have now mean far more to me than those I had in my younger years, because they run deeper. I have learned you will never be lonely so long as you have one good friend to laugh at, to laugh with, and to be laughed at by. People who spend a lot of time on social media, who are miserable while they agonize over the numbers of followers and likes they get, who constantly project themselves upon the empty void looking for validation, they do not understand that and they have never learned that lesson. They have no true friends, so they seek more friends. You could be friends with everyone on this earth, but if none of those friendships are true, then you will still be just as lonely as if you had no friends at all.
The type of person who never learned that is the type of person who gets a thread for their social media presence and behaviours.
This is the thing that's sad about it to me and actually part of why I'm so against it and I think the incel thing ties into this in a way that mainstream culture also ignores (though I've seen some reporting that actual incel communities are more positive) all the "treatment" of these people just reflects their depression back to them by justifying the depression. This is the complete antithesis of every successful form of therapy anyone has ever devised. If you're depressed because you're not getting sex, getting sex isn't the way to fix your depression because your depression is going to have manifested across your entire self-image and a single act will not change your self-image. Not even a higher level thing like finding a partner who will give you sex will do this. Otherwise a prostitute or these polycules would work and they don't. The even worse thing is while affirming these delusions we deny the thing that will both combat the mental issues but also improve the probability of getting sex that is treated as the cause.
Other people can read your self-image, if you're always sending out your negative self-image without any other kind of counter image they aren't going to respect you, they're going to pity you. The failing of the Male Feminist-Incel-Troon theory of the female mind is that they assume creating pity in women makes you more attractive to them than confidence and actual respect. Is it possible that pity gets you more pity sex? Maybe, I'd be interested to see the figures, but I'm skeptical about it. Go to the store and look at all the fat unattractive probably lame ass jerks dressed like slobs who have a partner, if your model of the female mind cannot account for this then your theory is incomplete and you need to rework it. I focused on the female mind here because that's what most of these types, especially the "lesbians", want but it applies to men too. They often recognize this because they have to dismiss it as "toxic masculinity" which leads the stupider ones to decide they must be women because they reject it.
This gets back to what I often point out seems to be the real issue, Kevin's case is rather extreme, that they don't have a theory of mind for other people. I'm complex, other people are just simple things you press buttons on and they do what you want. I did the inputs, why am I not getting the output (sex) at all? They must be the problem.
I can't agree enough.
The other thing is, I find a lot of these people are passionless. A man or woman probably doesn't care about your hobbies, they probably don't care about whatever it is that you are passionate about. What they do care about is when they see that passion you have for something else, they know that you have the capacity to be just as passionate about them. The passion you show for your hobbies is in a way seen as the maximum amount of passion you could grant to another person.
If you are lacking passion for your hobbies, then when they look at you they will decide that you lack the capacity to have it any passion for them, and that's what people really want, that is what they are attracted to. The ability to have a happy passionate relationship. I believe such a relationships can even exist in polycules, I've seen it, but it is not common, because most people who are in a polycule are trying to make up for the lack of a meaningful relationship with a quantity of relationships. That's because they believe a relationship is what will make them happy, rather than looking inward and becoming happy so that they can have a relationship.
Not only that, but being passionless typically means that you have no outlet. You have nowhere to spend your emotional energy into dump all of the problems you have been building up from all those little annoyances that make up life. It isn't good enough to just go through the motions of a hobby, you need to have passion for it so you can pour yourself into it. The only time I would say it's good not to have a hobby you are passionate about is when that passion is for your job.
The other thing is being passionate about something tends to be a sign of being genuine. When you are truly passionate about something somebody can tell and they know that that is something real to you, that any other act or persona you might have buckles under the realness of that passion. It is something that they know is not curated to appeal to them or to attract them. That's why the autistic weirdo who got laughed at in school has a girlfriend and the guy who put everything into being "cool" is now an incel. It is why "peaked in highschool" is such a common thing. The people who peaked in high school didn't have any passions, and if they did, they suppressed them so that they didn't look weird. Now they are hollow and others can see that.
I find that a lot of incels-troons-male feminists feel like they begin and end at what their image of what they need to be to escape what they view as the cause of their misery, and otherwise have nothing to them. All aspects of their personality revolve around escaping their depression, there is nothing that is independent of that.
I have never met a incel who happened to be really into cars in a genuine way. They have all had "manly hobbies" because that's what women want in their eyes, not because that is what they liked. I have never seen a Troon who seemed really into fashion and makeup as a hobby. They did it because that was what girls are into. I have never met a male feminist who was into social politics, psychology and sociology to the degree that I am, and for me it is a tertiary interest, but they would talk about it and fixate on it, argue about it in shallow ways, because that's what it meant to be a male feminist and to help women.
When has any of these people been super into leather working? When was the last time you saw one of them having a hobby in electronics? When was the last time you saw one of these people get really excited about the actual art of filmmaking rather than just the next biggest blockbuster? They all feel like they just go through the motions of whatever their proclaimed hobby is, and they tend to be hobbies that revolve around buying and having things. Something you can show off, and then when somebody asks them questions relating to their hobbies... They don't know.
Kevin for example, he doesn't even know everything that is in his collection. I collect commemorative coins. A lame hobby I know, it's one I've had since I was a kid, and it has carried on into adulthood. In the nearing two decades that I have had this hobby, nearly every time I have come across a coin I have been able to look at it and know whether or not it was in my collection. It is very rare that I would need to check if something was in my collection. The last time I had to check was if I was missing a particular state coin or not, because I couldn't remember if I needed Mississippi or Missouri. Yet Kevin didn't realize that he had some of the things he wanted on his list? Does he not care enough for his hobby to regularly go through his collection and care for it, admire it and maybe adjust how some of it is on display? When I was into collecting action figures, I spent about an hour each week fiddling with my display. If I got something new I would spend days adjusting everything until it looked just right. That's part of the hobby. It isn't just the acquiring and possessing. It's the setting it all up to look nice, it's about caring for it all, the maintenance, the inspection, about the appreciation of the work you put in to the display. Whether in box or without (and the only time you care about keeping something boxed is if you care about resale). Kevin doesn't do any of that. Kevin doesn't really seem to care about anything other than trying to just not be miserable and trying to show he has hobbies. Kevin is without passion for transformers, and that pisses me off, because as somebody who really likes transformers, man, I wish I had his collection. Not all of it, most of it's trash, but there's a few nice bits there.
