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ArtcowWogglebugLoveProductions / Cynthia Hanson / Cherie Anne Hapney - One Womanchild's Fruitless Quest to Make Her Cockroach Husbando a Household Name
Even when I went through my hardcore atheist phase I was respectful when someone else wanted me to go to church. @WogglebugLover you were 18 years old, you should have been capable of being respectful for the 3-4 hours you were in church. All you did was make yourself look like a disrespectful retard to a group of (probably) genuinely nice people.
You also shot yourself in the foot. Instead of showing them atheists can be respectful kind people, you showed them they're mentally disabled assholes.
You fail in atheism as much as you fail in making movies. You're honestly terrible at everything.
No. She can't even tell the difference between a shitpost and honest advice. It goes a long way to explaining the persistant wave of failure she drags behind her.
Maybe they did a thing were people could go up and tell everyone about something God has done for them and she got up and told everyone about Wogglebug.
I'll be real with you, Cynthia. Growing up in the Catholic Church was awful for a variety of reasons. When I grew up, I left the Church. My father was disappointed but ultimately respected my decision because I was an adult.
When I visit my father's family for Christmas, he insists on us all going to midnight Mass. It's annoying at best & traumatic at worst, but it's one night a year & is important to my father, so I do it. Because I'm an adult.
Your parents tried to treat you like an adult & you acted like a child, so they continued to treat you like a child.
Now here you are again, throwing a temper tantrum because no one recognizes your "genius," & you're wondering why no one will take you seriously.
It's because you are a child & we are treating you accordingly.
And why not? Claiming 'asexualism' is like the fat annoying sped in high school with beetle brows, stench and no friends claims he's a 'lone wolf' and dosen't want or need friends. You and he know that's total bullshit, it's just salvaging pride.
You've not dated, not because you aren't interested (no matter what you tell yourself) because no one has found you attractive or interesting. Now despite @Deadpool 's rather unnecessary cruelty about your looks, you aren't necessarily hideous and repulsive to men, and there is much you can do to fix your appearance.
It's obvious that mother nature hasn't been kind to you, and the one picture we have of you is highly unflattering making you look like some kind of cavewoman, but I have a feeling that the camera is simply unkind to you much like Prince Charles, who in all the tabloid stills looks like an Alfred E. Neuman portrait with the jug-ears and goofy smile and you can't help but think this is an example of inbred royalty. Yet if you see him in person he's actually quite handsome.
Everyone needs and wants companionship and let's face it, sex. Sexual activity makes you feel like a complete person.
There's an oddball fantasy series I remember reading some years back where humanity was genetically engineered into a hermaphrodite race called the Wraethu (i think) and as part of their maturing process around teenage years, they go into a particularly strong form of heat, and if they don't lose their virginity to a mature wraethu within a certain period of time, to fix the change from humanity, they suffered for about a year and then died horribly. (Sex is called Aruna, absolutely necessary for mental and physical well-being and their genitals form as male or female at any given time depending on their mood so one that is top today may be bottom tomorrow)
and no matter how you look or FEEL how you look, no socializing and no sexual experience outside of fantasy and masturbation is VERY unhealthy.
Take a little bit of care about your appearance, make yourself attractive to YOU, buy some new clothes that flatter you and get a makeup tutorial from one of the places that sell cosmetics and offer that service, and then go out to a meat market bar one night.
With friends if you have some willing to go with you, alone if you must, have a couple of drinks to lose your self-conciousnessness, and look around, see if you can spot someone who is perhaps just as uncomfortable as you are.
Approach them (or just make eye contact and let them come to you) and strike up a conversation. (preferably NOT about the Wogglebug, but maybe you being a fan of the OZ books is okay) and see if you don't have some mutual attraction. If so, bring him home (or go to his place) and do what comes naturally.
Even if he saw you only as a 'slam-pig' and you never see him again, you will still feel so much better, so much more ALIVE and part of the human race again! And it's quite possible that he remembers and enjoyed the experience as much as you did, and wants to see you again. Suddenly, wogglebug becomes much less interesting and far less fulfilling to you, as you start to live the live you deserve.
I'm optimistic as hell here and expect to be mocked and/or rainbow-rated to death, but shit. I feel for you, no one should have to have the Wogglebug as their only focus in life.
If you can't and don't want to work, fine but don't be a total NEET, get out there and GET LAID for shit's sake, live a little! You'll have plenty of time to sit on your ass and dream about literary cockroaches when you're old and gray.
Now despite @Deadpool 's rather unnecessary cruelty about your looks, you aren't necessarily hideous and repulsive to men, and there is much you can do to fix your appearance.
And why not? Claiming 'asexualism' is like the fat annoying sped in high school with beetle brows, stench and no friends claims he's a 'lone wolf' and dosen't want or need friends. You and he know that's total bullshit, it's just salvaging pride.
You've not dated, not because you aren't interested (no matter what you tell yourself) because no one has found you attractive or interesting. Now despite @Deadpool 's rather unnecessary cruelty about your looks, you aren't necessarily hideous and repulsive to men, and there is much you can do to fix your appearance.
It's obvious that mother nature hasn't been kind to you, and the one picture we have of you is highly unflattering making you look like some kind of cavewoman, but I have a feeling that the camera is simply unkind to you much like Prince Charles, who in all the tabloid stills looks like an Alfred E. Neuman portrait with the jug-ears and goofy smile and you can't help but think this is an example of inbred royalty. Yet if you see him in person he's actually quite handsome.
Everyone needs and wants companionship and let's face it, sex. Sexual activity makes you feel like a complete person.
There's an oddball fantasy series I remember reading some years back where humanity was genetically engineered into a hermaphrodite race called the Wraethu (i think) and as part of their maturing process around teenage years, they go into a particularly strong form of heat, and if they don't lose their virginity to a mature wraethu within a certain period of time, to fix the change from humanity, they suffered for about a year and then died horribly. (Sex is called Aruna, absolutely necessary for mental and physical well-being and their genitals form as male or female at any given time depending on their mood so one that is top today may be bottom tomorrow)
and no matter how you look or FEEL how you look, no socializing and no sexual experience outside of fantasy and masturbation is VERY unhealthy.
Take a little bit of care about your appearance, make yourself attractive to YOU, buy some new clothes that flatter you and get a makeup tutorial from one of the places that sell cosmetics and offer that service, and then go out to a meat market bar one night.
With friends if you have some willing to go with you, alone if you must, have a couple of drinks to lose your self-conciousnessness, and look around, see if you can spot someone who is perhaps just as uncomfortable as you are.
Approach them (or just make eye contact and let them come to you) and strike up a conversation. (preferably NOT about the Wogglebug, but maybe you being a fan of the OZ books is okay) and see if you don't have some mutual attraction. If so, bring him home (or go to his place) and do what comes naturally.
Even if he saw you only as a 'slam-pig' and you never see him again, you will still feel so much better, so much more ALIVE and part of the human race again! And it's quite possible that he remembers and enjoyed the experience as much as you did, and wants to see you again. Suddenly, wogglebug becomes much less interesting and far less fulfilling to you, as you start to live the live you deserve.
I'm optimistic as hell here and expect to be mocked and/or rainbow-rated to death, but shit. I feel for you, no one should have to have the Wogglebug as their only focus in life.
If you can't and don't want to work, fine but don't be a total NEET, get out there and GET LAID for shit's sake, live a little! You'll have plenty of time to sit on your ass and dream about literary cockroaches when you're old and gray.
And why not? Claiming 'asexualism' is like the fat annoying sped in high school with beetle brows, stench and no friends claims he's a 'lone wolf' and dosen't want or need friends. You and he know that's total bullshit, it's just salvaging pride.
You've not dated, not because you aren't interested (no matter what you tell yourself) because no one has found you attractive or interesting. Now despite @Deadpool 's rather unnecessary cruelty about your looks, you aren't necessarily hideous and repulsive to men, and there is much you can do to fix your appearance.
It's obvious that mother nature hasn't been kind to you, and the one picture we have of you is highly unflattering making you look like some kind of cavewoman, but I have a feeling that the camera is simply unkind to you much like Prince Charles, who in all the tabloid stills looks like an Alfred E. Neuman portrait with the jug-ears and goofy smile and you can't help but think this is an example of inbred royalty. Yet if you see him in person he's actually quite handsome.
Everyone needs and wants companionship and let's face it, sex. Sexual activity makes you feel like a complete person.
There's an oddball fantasy series I remember reading some years back where humanity was genetically engineered into a hermaphrodite race called the Wraethu (i think) and as part of their maturing process around teenage years, they go into a particularly strong form of heat, and if they don't lose their virginity to a mature wraethu within a certain period of time, to fix the change from humanity, they suffered for about a year and then died horribly. (Sex is called Aruna, absolutely necessary for mental and physical well-being and their genitals form as male or female at any given time depending on their mood so one that is top today may be bottom tomorrow)
and no matter how you look or FEEL how you look, no socializing and no sexual experience outside of fantasy and masturbation is VERY unhealthy.
Take a little bit of care about your appearance, make yourself attractive to YOU, buy some new clothes that flatter you and get a makeup tutorial from one of the places that sell cosmetics and offer that service, and then go out to a meat market bar one night.
With friends if you have some willing to go with you, alone if you must, have a couple of drinks to lose your self-conciousnessness, and look around, see if you can spot someone who is perhaps just as uncomfortable as you are.
Approach them (or just make eye contact and let them come to you) and strike up a conversation. (preferably NOT about the Wogglebug, but maybe you being a fan of the OZ books is okay) and see if you don't have some mutual attraction. If so, bring him home (or go to his place) and do what comes naturally.
Even if he saw you only as a 'slam-pig' and you never see him again, you will still feel so much better, so much more ALIVE and part of the human race again! And it's quite possible that he remembers and enjoyed the experience as much as you did, and wants to see you again. Suddenly, wogglebug becomes much less interesting and far less fulfilling to you, as you start to live the live you deserve.
I'm optimistic as hell here and expect to be mocked and/or rainbow-rated to death, but shit. I feel for you, no one should have to have the Wogglebug as their only focus in life.
If you can't and don't want to work, fine but don't be a total NEET, get out there and GET LAID for shit's sake, live a little! You'll have plenty of time to sit on your ass and dream about literary cockroaches when you're old and gray.
Not if you don't try. In high school I was TERRIFIED of rejection if I ever asked a girl who I truely liked out. Then I actually did it, and got rejected a few times. And know what? Simon and Garfunkel were dead fucking wrong. You don't need to be a rock and an island. It's just not that fucking bad when it happens. You sigh, mentally remove her/him from your mental crush-wall, and look again.
Eventually, you won't be rejected. Or more likely it may come out of the blue as you suddenly run into someone you used to go to school with, and you get together one day to go over school memories, and next think you know you're kissing and every nerve is on fire. (Yes this IS how I met my wife. TMI flags inc.)
But it won't happen if you don't look up from the pavement where Woggie is smiling at you from inside the hangman's knot as posted above. You deserve better then you're letting yourself have.
Okay, that's the end of my Dr. Phil session. You will ignore it so KYS you fucking medusa.
(if you by a miracle don't ignore it, good on ya babe. post pix and mock the shit out of everyone here including me)
Approach them (or just make eye contact and let them come to you) and strike up a conversation. (preferably NOT about the Wogglebug, but maybe you being a fan of the OZ books is okay) and see if you don't have some mutual attraction. If so, bring him home (or go to his place) and do what comes naturally.
Not if you don't try. In high school I was TERRIFIED of rejection if I ever asked a girl who I truely liked out. Then I actually did it, and got rejected a few times. And know what? Simon and Garfunkel were dead fucking wrong. You don't need to be a rock and an island. It's just not that fucking bad when it happens. You sigh, mentally remove her/him from your mental crush-wall, and look again.
Eventually, you won't be rejected. Or more likely it may come out of the blue as you suddenly run into someone you used to go to school with, and you get together one day to go over school memories, and next think you know you're kissing and every nerve is on fire. (Yes this IS how I met my wife. TMI flags inc.)
But it won't happen if you don't look up from the pavement where Woggie is smiling at you from inside the hangman's knot as posted above. You deserve better then you're letting yourself have.
Okay, that's the end of my Dr. Phil session. You will ignore it so KYS you fucking medusa.
(if you by a miracle don't ignore it, good on ya babe. post pix and mock the shit out of everyone here including me)
It's not so much I am afraid of rejection but that I just can't actually go anywhere without my mom or my aunt or cousin driving me as I don't have a car (or a driver's license) and I am as scared of taking a Uber as I am of looking for a date online. Surely you can find many true horror stories about both.
Trying to give ''normal life advice'' to Cynthia won't work because she literally has brain issues that need to be addressed first so that she can start to function. Dating and sex are things she should only be concerned about after she undergoes intense therapy and learn to stop giving her relatives' money to fucking Fiverr people and believing in Nigerian scammers. Love can wait.
It's not so much I am afraid of rejection but that I just can't actually go anywhere without my mom or my aunt or cousin driving me as I don't have a car (or a driver's license) and I am as scared of taking a Uber as I am of looking for a date online. Surely you can find many true horror stories about both.
Anywhere you can go by foot? Also, what if you had to go somewhere but your family isn’t available? If you make your own money or go on disability benefits (WITHOUT wasting them on Wogglebug), you can hire your own caretaker/driver that you can trust.
