I'm genuinely so turned off by women these days, and I try to be charitable to every one that I meet, but it always turns into awful leftist politics as a replacement for any kind of interesting conversation or personality.
It's nuts to me how much politics matter to Americans. It's literally always up there as the second or third spot following "My name is-". I don't recall last I heard any European, let alone in real life, talk about politics in any meaningful scope. Even Trump v Clinton less than 60% of Americans voted. The fuck are you talking about in politics if you don't even vote when it's the most dire?
I matched with what I can only describe as the best case scenario in my life; tons of talking, texting, wanting to meet up but not immediately, sending selfies and wanting to voice chat etc. I asked a ton of questions, somewhat genuinely for once, and was often let unanswered or ghosted. A few days pass and then I get that "wanna ask me anything? you don't seem very interested". I've done nothing but give her the easiest fucking balls to hit home with self-doxxing imaginable, but I guess she's used to even more than that. Amidst that enamoring I realized "hold up, we've talked about nothing of substance and I've no actual urge to share anything with her, having seemingly no interests beyond working and finding a man to give her what she failed to achieve herself".
I know it's a sacrifice to live with someone else that in the end is beneficial, but as of right now, I just feel no urge. Other than the instinctual, primal condition of love, there's no rationality in it. I don't recall last I woke up, absolutely itching to send and receive messages, be the absolute be-all for someone else. And every single good match or conversation I've had, it never got even close. Women don't (have any hobbies lmao etc) display anything of interest worth digging into. I've had genuine interest in niche hobbies in women before and I always get this feeling of "wow, this is so easy and enticing". Why? Cause there's something to fucking talk about for once. I can only imagine what it's like talking to a guy who's only interest is working out.
I've also had girlfriends tell me "you make me feel stupid" for no other reason than I went into detail for something they asked me about. Women don't want to think too hard about anything, because thinking is scary and thinking might tell them they're wrong sometimes, and thats an unacceptable reality for womankind.
There's a lot of room to talk at my workplace so I've slowly recognized what makes good talk and what doesn't. I generally don't talk much, but when I do, it's asking about something they said 4 days prior. It's tethering on being 'too much' in comparison to just idle chatter, but I just see no purpose in talking about drama from 2 hours ago or about the fucking weather. I generally bring up things I've mulled over for a few days myself, not asking for input, but putting people in that elementary school situation of "this happened; what do you think?". It's slow conversation with room to think and it doesn't lead anywhere else than subjective expression. Then you chat a bit about that and feel like you gained something, seldomly insight, and move on with your life. You basically invite them to talk, which is what most people consider good conversation: Them talking.
Then I read this:
In general, when I'm telling someone something they wouldn't know, e.g. esoteric knowledge, history knowledge, thinking outside of mainstream thinking knowledge
I immediately clock that as fedora tier ranting which has no place in normal conversation, unless you're 90 minutes into your fourth date and you're scratching that 'what would our normal day be like' territory. It's as if every guy goes through a 'deep conversation' arc in their youth where they see themselves better than talking about the broad that almost hit your car, but that rant isn't about
that rant. It's about venting and sustaining relation. What I write off as womanly bitching at work I'd probably appreciate and relate to in a partner (mostly cause I'd give a shit about them). I love reading stories from women about their man doing something spergy or talking about 40k or whatever, and the woman actually shows some measure of interest.
I remember in my teens I always had that "I want a GAYMUR girlfriend who knows MEMES" angle on life, but the older I get, the less I want that. If you're gonna live with another person, you only have to explain the intricacies of wojaks once and they'll know that forever. If they're any good, they'll hold onto that if just to tease you in the future. It takes 30 mins of a random sunday morning to explain something you're passionate about and now they know. You don't need another person who matches you 1:1, the same way you'll hold onto her knitting knowledge just to tease her later on. You shouldn't date an opposite of yourself but hoping people come pre-installed with your tisms sets you up for a boring life.