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Post nut clarity

Dear Diary,

I have come to the realization that I am my own worst enemy. For what feeds a mans desires also slowly kills himself. Not just his self in terms of his shell, but all that he is and would ever stand for.

I have no desires anymore for the comfort of a woman's embrace and no longer day dream about a home filled with the sounds of children playing. I can no longer smell the sweet smell of holiday feasts or hear the sound of laughter from two families joined as one.

My own bed is a prison, I its prisoner. My connection to the world is the needle that feeds heroin into my veins. I fear I can no longer make or feel connections of any kind beyond those blissful 15 minutes of self gratification.

I've been in Southeast Asia and China for a minute and I never get tired of seeing passport bros, sexpats, gamers, and chuds, get nicked by the ladies out here.

A lot of SEA and Chinese women can be absolute alpha predators. Especially the ones that work in sex tourism industry out here.

An elaboration:

Imagine, if you can, being so much of a loser that you think Southeast Asian women would make good "trad" wife. So you pack up, fly out, and with no ability to learn a foreign language, no drip or rizz, you waddle out to the nearest club or bar.

You're wearing a 9 Line shirt, cargo shorts, and hiking boots with lifts. Your hair is in an emergency Norwood Reaper category 12. The Thailand heat is making a weird slime or gunk build right under your gunt and your feet are starting to sweat.

You get to the bar and she spots you like a ripe zit on a Union Electricians left ass cheek. She waltzes up to you and asks "How long you been here sexy man?". This is how it starts and it's the beginning of your end.

A few months go by and you've lost count of how much money you've spent. She spends her nights working, which you don't like, but you do get some loving every now and then, so you're happy. You even bought a little home in the country side, in her name of course, with the understanding that she'll marry you.

You can smell that "trad life" around the corner. One day, she doesn't answer her phone, you can't find her. You show up at the bar she works at and she's not there. You decide to show up at the home you bought, thinking maybe she's going to surprise you—and she does.

You knock on the door and there she is, with her actual boyfriend. It all hits you all at once—your money and status as an American don't matter. You're too stupid to figure out why you suck at getting women and too indoctrinated in the MGTOW, chud, and red pill podcasters to figure it all out.

The balcony is your only friend now.

Why are distro communities turning linux more and more into Windows and Mac OS clones?

This is why I use Arch.