Thank you all, I have found my hope: Going Mad.

I have looked to closely at the facts and have found I was happier and less paralyzed when I was under delusion.

I can remember doing a lot more stuff and having a fuller life whenever my sanity is overloaded and it seems my main obstacle is that it needs to be overloaded, not ignored.

Your cool, I like your antics. Meanwhile I'm just waiting to go properly mad. #Madpride.

I think some people like Ziq think it's very easy to tell what's non-hierarchical and this ultimately has made it very hard to communicate with them.

On the plus side, if the Billionaires extend their lives beyond senility they'll just turn into slobbering wrecks and be too old to do anything.

I know where it's sending me: Into my head, the last place I feel safe.

Nihilism has always paralyzed me so maybe I should just embrace my laziness which is very passive.

This is the sort of content that gets us from 'Passionate people delete account in protest'' to 'goofy link sharing site' like you want.

This incident really taught me about the downside of passion. Passion and investment make people 's opinions worth a damn but also endanger them. Compare this to the sheer amount of raddle users who didn't even delete their accounts but merely faded away.

Already tried that but I just don't find it easy to talk IRL with friends/uneasy alliances(my equivalent 99%).

I can tell you that I wouldn't be an anarchist if I found others easy to work with.

You need a Pot as in Poitín and corn mash(Barley is recommended for beginners and you only need a little bit).

At the foot of the hill there's a neat little still, Where the smoke curls up to the sky, By the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell That there's poitin brewin' nearby. For it fills the air with a perfume rare, And betwixt both me and you, As home we stroll, we can take a bowl, Or a bucket of the Mountain Dew

I realize now that I was mostly Regurgitating Incel propaganda that I heard when I was a teenager rather then thinking for myself.

I realize this now but I had to go through the Seven stages of grief including bargaining and I realize this is also part of my conditioning.

This is what I was getting at. And Virgin shaming.

No, I didn't try rape anyone, I just tried pickup lines and failed.

Until I was shamed I was fine masturbating until they told me it was pathetic.

That's not what I meant, I meant I had societal pressure to have sex at all.

I definitely do not thing getting laid is the same as raping anymore and my 'last resort' was going to be paying a prostitute for the record.

As another correction, it wasn't so much 'being alone forever' as it was being judged by others for being a virgin.

Please, maybe I deserve blame for thinking like that but I was never so heartless to think of doing it, I was in a mind paradigm of No Sex = Neckbeard = Lower then trash. Now I think Rapists are much worse then Neckbeards.

I didn't even want to have sex until others pressured me. I was fine just masturbating.

The pressure to 'get laid' before you're 20. I can remember the pressure to do a one-night stand or I'd be alone forever the moment I turned 25.

Nanarchism.

The only thing to do is Yeet the word 'Anarchy' and just have the movement be Anarchic anyway.