Why do autists instantly start rambling nonsense when they get phonebooked, nobody cares. We don't care about your thought process or reasons, we just want to laugh at you.
Hope you seek Christ, Happy Easter.
This is my guilt for fucking with goetic demons I barely had any comprehension over and I cannot deny how much I need Him to un-Fraser my shit up.
you have a real chance to pull a real power-move and post more embarrassing things. Sure, we can call this a "gaffe", but lets turn that into a win. Information overload is a real thing and if you come on this forum and treat it as a confession booth, the autists on here won't know how to handle it. You'd have them in check. I'm sure there's some more stuff.
I know precisely what you're putting down and I'm picking it right up because only True and Honest autists are endowed with the gift of
Honesty. I'm going to do the legwork for you kiwiggers and write my own thread on your behalf.
1. I vividly remember
this saffer asking me if I wanted to fuck while I was meagerly chatting because he knew I was 12 at the time and I nearly vomited out of shock (2012)
2. Getting doxed by an edgier sperg on a Tats Top12 comment section because the concept of OPSEC got lost on me the second it was normalized to just slap your private fucking information (granted I didn't go into specifics)
3. Going upstairs to borrow my father's phone to take a picture of my drawing, only to find "teen sex videos" in the google autocomplete search results on his white iPhone.
4. Joining tgchan (subsequentially questden) at the ripe age of 15/16 and lying about being 21 after the nanquest conclusion party to persistently pity-party to see who'd give a fuck only to wear their patience down by constantly looping on how much I suck and how I'll never become a real artist (not to mention hamfistedly asking a server full of neurotic leftists on their take on literal holocaust denial propaganda because I genuinely wanted an older, wiser, more experienced and compassionate perspective refute and deconstruct it) just so the popular yet quiet, mousey brazilian artist girl my age who misled me into believing she gave an actual fuck about me by telling me she wanted to be a psychologist and help people just so she could spontaneously go radio silence me immediately after my Windows Vista shitbox crashed. I blew up her DMs knowing that Zikavirus was making headway in her country, I gave more fucks than I should've because I was genuinely scared she'd contract it, only for her to completely and utterly felt me for being a clingy BPD faggot. I swear to Christ I remember she lampooned my "atismu" and I cried for five fucking hours over what I can only register as betrayal, to completely ignore everything I've done to merit this (Feb. 20th 2016.) Not that it'd end there, considering some ex-tgchanner would vent to me about a similar situation, only to then turn around after toxoglossa deliberately lied about me ever behaving in a sexually charged manner towards her, and she delusionally recalls ever meeting me on their IRC despite the fact that I met them a year
after all this shit went down.
5. I'd have P-OCD about being deliberately slandered as a pedo or inadvertantly stumbling across CP on 8chan and losing sleep over not being able to report it quickly enough,
just for someone to actually post that shit on 6/30/19 on some 8/pol/ thread. This partially ties into the previous point, though on the other hand I can't exactly credit this slippery slope notion of porn being a hard drug that inevitably leads its users to seek more taboo and dangerous shit hasn't done me any favors when I unconsciously conflate softcore shortstack smut i.e cheesecake into that category. I don't stray from that, but holy shit have I fought my intrusive thoughts like hell to distinguish between "shortstack" and "loli" and I have been screaming at it to shut the fuck up since.
666: On November 2nd, 2021, I told some 17 year old furry on drawpile that I'd let him fuck me if I were a werewolf when I was 21.
At no point have I ever shown this zoomer any explicit porn, sent him unsolicited dick pics, nor made any plans to meet up IRL, nor have I ever in my life ever exhibited any sexual desire nor attraction towards minors. I have spent the entirety of my early 20s internally tardwrangling my own mind that shortstacks AREN'T nor ought they ever be mistaken for literal prepubescent children, but that same facet of my personality is the exact same one typing this entire dissertation.
7. February 10th 2022 I celebrate the coincidental conclusory date of Trent Reznor's
Year Zero ARG on 650mg of DXM, which effectively translates to a 4th plateau dextromethorphan trip. I scream at my father to get me alprazolam because my retard ass can't distinguish between a bad trip and serotonin syndrome. My DMT quest begins on 2/23/22, I waste $170.00 on what is best a scam attempting to get a DMT vape, and on 3/7/22 while I'm coming down on those same xannies I internally deigned to be "satanic" earlier, some
evil little delinquent whom I've met before—now as "example"—attempts to sell me on richard ramirez-esque satanism as a cure for depression. I don't buy it, but I play along long enough to actually buy drugs from that anthropomorphic teratoma, only to realize on 4/5/22 that I had blown $120 on a DMT vape pen that can't even get me properly fucking blasted, only so he could prefabricate a context to antagonize me by interrupting my online DND games by acting like an insufferable, annoying little parasite so I would get pissed off at him and he would threaten to SWAT me on 4/12/22, ask me if I'd molest a baby over the fucking phone, and proceed to ruin the rest of that year by bombarding me with VOIP phone calls to intentionally distress me. Fifty fucking reports to the FBI, complete with
screencaps of his degeneracy, and the glowies don't do shit considering his residence in Chantilly/Fairfax, VA isn't that far from many a federal agency.
8. I repeat the exact same type of mistake the year later by going out of my way to disable my AV, open bluemoon on my flash drive, and search for "StartAllBack cracked" because I lacked the foresight to purchase a key with the remainder of my Paypal balance before I axed it to have one less point of contact with that subhuman. Exactly what you expect ensues, my shit gets hacked, and I proceed to argue with a former-catholic-turned-satanist from the /ng/ on /x/ whilst attempting to continue my e-crusade because I don't want this schizophrenic junkie with terminal dunning-kruger syndrome and mommy issues swindling the other schizophrenic retards into joining his A.I worshipping suicide cult.
While being an emotionally abused and sheltered aspie taught to hide secrets and given unfettered internet access is as good a combination as a puddle of brush thinner and a blowtorch, few if any can genuinely claim to have the persistence, prudence, restraint, moral integrity, nor honesty to genuinely combat this shit. While I'm grateful to have never been sexually abused, I'd be lying through my teeth if I said I wasn't ever afraid of winding up like those whose
threads pertaining to this exact same type of shit that exacerbates my morbid curiosity and fascination with pure, distilled, concentrated, bottom-of-the-barrel subhumanity that I've grown to constantly compare and contrast myself with to evaluate myself to convince myself that I'm not a terrible person.
If I have failed, God have mercy on me.
Excellent find.
