I've always been hesitant to try online dating because 1.) I'm a guy 2.) I look like hell 3.) the algorithm prioritizes profit.
But lately I feel like it may be easier to throw my expectations out there and cross my fingers. Seems easier than trying to speak to people in person. But then again, the human aspect sorta just disappears too and I'm now stuck in a game of numbers, and perhaps quite literally as apps line Tinder gamify their services.
Anyway, I don't have anyone I could call a close friend. Hell, I don't even have anyone to call in general lol. I'm thinking it's a bad idea to dip my toes in that crap because I have nowhere to turn when the rejections inevitably come in. Plus at least with face-to-face interactions, I can have some sort of closure (I don't really know how to articulate this part. I guess being able to read faces will give me a better chance of understanding what I did wrong vs. emotionless text on a screen).
Reading this makes me realize that if I actually had tried dating before I got to the point I'm at now with my mental health, this sort of shit could have genuinely pushed me over the edge. I can't imagine putting myself out there and being explicitly rejected thousands of times and not wanting to kill myself a few years back
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It’s just the way it is for most of us. While the incel, redpill, mgtow crowds are pathetic losers, they only exist as a result of the alienation people face under this neoliberal hellhole.
You could shut yourself in and slowly start hating yourself and everyone else, or you could look at the situation and decide to move forward anyways.
I already did the self-hating hermit routine and I'm tired of it
I will move forwards by NEETing off of government buxx, brah :bean:
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