You know those nights... It's like... Oktoberfest is going and everyone is having a great time, everyone but you cuz you got no money, so you buy the cheapest beer you can find, go into your man cave and pretend to have a happy evening anyway... fuck those party people, I'm a man in my cave what do I need you stupid fuckers and your small talk.
And then after a couple beer and some porn, you go online and see what's the big talk there.
You see some dude bringing up stuff about some ad with a naked girl selling you tires for your car, and how that's sexism, objectification, it's all so wrong, patriarchy this, poor girls that, and, like, porn makes you a rapist. And you're like, look dude, don't gimme that crap, just lemme be happy tonight, alright, not easy being a man either, k. And then someone's like, are you saying misandry exists? oh you're one of those reactionary biggots fighting feminism. And you're like, nuuhuuu. And he's like, yep, gotcha, you got issues with women.
and you're like, have I ... issues ... with women...? Well... yes... Yes, quite frankly *yes* I have....you little twig and son of a bitch haven't even lived yet, and here you are with a smirk on your face bringing up issues, lemme drink up that 5th beer and I tell you some issues, you punk...
and the rambling and ranting the whole night, about how all those crazy feminists are ruining my life and stuff. And of course, it's the internet, I got history, anyone can look up a hundred terrible remarks I've made about women, and you know what I did to Myth, right.
So, it's like, if you got friends, you're tired and drunk and ramble stuff, but what happens there stays there. But you go on the internet, and maybe you got the delusion you can trust some of the people you've been hanging out with for some time, and then they hit all the wrong buttons on you, and next morning you wake up and have this public reputation as a sexist, reactionary men's rights activist, anti-feminist, misogynist, etc pp.
I don't know, something like that. Oh, and hey, I got news for you, everyone affiliated with me is probably too.
So it's like, first life has it's terrible ways to make you this miserable misanthrope.. and then it punishes you for being a miserable misanthrope.
Wut ohne Ziel. Wut ohne Folgen.