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- Aug 20, 2020
Over the years Ralph had many romantic adventures that were doomed to fail and would be doomed to fail even if he wasn't drug abusing, obnoxious, disgusting women beating asshole and there is a specific reason for it.
Ralph "falls in love" with any woman that casually gifts him any attention as we know. A waitress calling him "honey" puts him at risk of falling in "love". Physiotherapist that encourages him to do the exercises might just be the love of his life. Nutritionist that shows interest in his well being for a brief moment in time is love beyond what any of us incels have ever experienced and is THE woman that
God himself placed on earth just so they can find each other with possible world wide implications.
Maybe world peace comes from it, the stakes are so high it's beyond out comprehension.
There is usually a little bit of "giving" from the woman's side, and that's it. Ralph experiences most superficial interactions with women as deep, extremely meaningful, profound, spiritual even. To put it
simply it makes him feel good and he confuses this "good feeling" for love and thinks "I love her" when in reality all he loves is feeling good about himself for a bit. And this is HUGE make no mistake, for Ralph to have a short moments of feeling good is indeed very VERY rare, but it's not love for a woman.
This rarity of good feelings propels his delusion further and he ends up thinking it's a sign of higher love. Ralph thinks that this should naturally progress into a real relationship, you know "give and take" relationship, but if it progresses it soon becomes obvious that Ralph only takes, and never gives. Actually in many cases it's obvious without this progression, like in the example of Linx. It's even worse, he thinks that he fulfills the "giving" part by taking. The bitches reward is a satisfied Gunt. This feeling is profound, it's fucking deep and meaningful. That's all you fucking get so keep giving bitch. And don't fucking ask for more what more do you fucking want.
When a whore talks to him about drugs are bad it fascinates him that he is in a conversation about topic close to his heart. The fascination is not with a woman, self-affirmation happening at the moment is the only thing he's fascinated with. He projects his feeling of elation on the chick and imagines she considers it deep and profound just like him, when in reality all she said is drugs are bad, and will say the same thing to anyone anywhere and this plain statement is just a normal fucking small talk to her. Ralph elevates these to absurd highs.
If a whore puts him in a recovery position he is fascinated and "loves" that he received undue care fully aware that he's on borrowed time and should be long decomposing.
This primitive auto-erotic self-indulging feeling he mislabels as love is fueling his constant harassment of women. It's so volatile that the moment he doesn't feel it no more for whatever reason morphs a woman in question into a whore, bitch, snake, possibly Devil's own agent sent for a specific purpose of ruining Ralph's life. The object of his love, his good feeling is gone, and now all that's left is this worthless human woman, and she might even tell him to suck a dick and fuck off. This disintegrates Ralph every time completely. Just hours or days prior he had it, the sublime, the divine, the ultimate goal of life, a perfect union, Heaven on Earth, and now it's a wasteland with nothing but snakes and piss bottles littering the landscape again and again.
When we love someone maturely, we don't stop loving them when we or they are angry, nervous, sad, disappointed, when they are busy, have needs of their own, unavailable for a period of time, these things are all separated because "love" is it's own thing and is not normally dependent on all the other things. In Ralph's case what he calls love is so dependent on all these other things, things that have their own names and none of them is called "love" which he has none of, not even for himself.
So yes, Ralph's "loves" are more volatile than alcohol he drinks because this dumb mother fucker falls in love with himself in a presence of women and expects endless rewards from then on.
Ralph, next time you feel happy in the presence of a woman, acknowledge it as just that, happiness. You don't love her you are just happy. Dismiss the feeling and try to figure out if there is something you like about her, and does she like you at all. Good luck.
Ralph "falls in love" with any woman that casually gifts him any attention as we know. A waitress calling him "honey" puts him at risk of falling in "love". Physiotherapist that encourages him to do the exercises might just be the love of his life. Nutritionist that shows interest in his well being for a brief moment in time is love beyond what any of us incels have ever experienced and is THE woman that
God himself placed on earth just so they can find each other with possible world wide implications.
Maybe world peace comes from it, the stakes are so high it's beyond out comprehension.
There is usually a little bit of "giving" from the woman's side, and that's it. Ralph experiences most superficial interactions with women as deep, extremely meaningful, profound, spiritual even. To put it
simply it makes him feel good and he confuses this "good feeling" for love and thinks "I love her" when in reality all he loves is feeling good about himself for a bit. And this is HUGE make no mistake, for Ralph to have a short moments of feeling good is indeed very VERY rare, but it's not love for a woman.
This rarity of good feelings propels his delusion further and he ends up thinking it's a sign of higher love. Ralph thinks that this should naturally progress into a real relationship, you know "give and take" relationship, but if it progresses it soon becomes obvious that Ralph only takes, and never gives. Actually in many cases it's obvious without this progression, like in the example of Linx. It's even worse, he thinks that he fulfills the "giving" part by taking. The bitches reward is a satisfied Gunt. This feeling is profound, it's fucking deep and meaningful. That's all you fucking get so keep giving bitch. And don't fucking ask for more what more do you fucking want.
When a whore talks to him about drugs are bad it fascinates him that he is in a conversation about topic close to his heart. The fascination is not with a woman, self-affirmation happening at the moment is the only thing he's fascinated with. He projects his feeling of elation on the chick and imagines she considers it deep and profound just like him, when in reality all she said is drugs are bad, and will say the same thing to anyone anywhere and this plain statement is just a normal fucking small talk to her. Ralph elevates these to absurd highs.
If a whore puts him in a recovery position he is fascinated and "loves" that he received undue care fully aware that he's on borrowed time and should be long decomposing.
This primitive auto-erotic self-indulging feeling he mislabels as love is fueling his constant harassment of women. It's so volatile that the moment he doesn't feel it no more for whatever reason morphs a woman in question into a whore, bitch, snake, possibly Devil's own agent sent for a specific purpose of ruining Ralph's life. The object of his love, his good feeling is gone, and now all that's left is this worthless human woman, and she might even tell him to suck a dick and fuck off. This disintegrates Ralph every time completely. Just hours or days prior he had it, the sublime, the divine, the ultimate goal of life, a perfect union, Heaven on Earth, and now it's a wasteland with nothing but snakes and piss bottles littering the landscape again and again.
When we love someone maturely, we don't stop loving them when we or they are angry, nervous, sad, disappointed, when they are busy, have needs of their own, unavailable for a period of time, these things are all separated because "love" is it's own thing and is not normally dependent on all the other things. In Ralph's case what he calls love is so dependent on all these other things, things that have their own names and none of them is called "love" which he has none of, not even for himself.
So yes, Ralph's "loves" are more volatile than alcohol he drinks because this dumb mother fucker falls in love with himself in a presence of women and expects endless rewards from then on.
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