And yet I can’t do anything useful at this point. What does that say about me?
I’m done posting on this topic, so I’ll just end it on this note:
I hope that one day, I have a son exactly like me. That way, I can beat him every day of the week and twice on Sunday.
Fortunately, that will never happen. In order to have kids, someone has to want to have sex with you.
Adopt.
Sweet, then I can be a deadbeat dad to someone else’s kid instead of my own.
Is someone planning for a banning?
How about you say to hell with the rest of the world for a while? There has got to be something (other than sex) that you enjoy, even a little. Go out and do it. Stop thinking about how the world sees you, stop comparing yourself to others.
Nobody gives a shit if you do it poorly, just go DO something, anything, that gives you a glimmer of enjoyment. If there’s something you like, and are really interested in, then you are on the way to finding people who will be interested in what you like, and so interested in you.
And yeah, therapy. Keep trying.
^^ all together now… “but that never weeeeeeeerrrrrrrks”
Yeah I know. His only enjoyment is in being miserable and berating himself - a closed loop of suck. Somewhere upthread I linked to a piece about the syndrome, it’s an interesting conundrum.
And just because this is the Pit and all, I must add the obligatory poke.
This thread makes me want to do this.
As I said before, I don’t enjoy anything anymore. It’s impossible to enjoy anything when everything makes you head down a path of dying alone and unloved.
Oh please, I would beat seven shades of shit out of you if you tried.
so - you are good at something?
No, just better than him.
Which means you are good at something (besides wallowing in unnecessary misery and self pity). If you’re a tough guy and want to fight, go do it. Lots of avenues out there from straight up boxing to any number of martial arts. Get in a nice cathartic kickboxing round.
Must remember to not attempt to consume beverages while reading Pit threads. Just gave my sinuses a surprise irrigation with Mt. Dew. 
Well played, Loach.
Well, even Cecil has addressed the prevailing claim that Hitler was a bit, ahem, underequipped. 
Sweet, then I can suck at that too.
you don’t know that - and further, I’m going to guess that you don’t realize who loach is - so, there is a bit of confidence to your statement that makes the rest of your bullshit, well, bullshit.
That makes no sense. Then again, the thought came from you, so that’s not surprising.