λ-calculus
Documenting my journey to the sewer
- Oct 24, 2023
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So basically this happened before I dropped out of college for the first time, I was a computer science student and I was an active member of the "competitive programming" club, basically a club where they would assign programming problems every week and the week after we would discuss the solutions. I was very active in there, I was one of the few who always solved all of the problems and I would often explain my solutions to the rest. I also won the regional competitive programming contest alongside my teammates, so I kind of had a reputation in the club, a lot of people knew my name at least.
The first week of a semester, we were gonna meet for the first time that semester on a classroom, I went there and everyone was in some kind of group already. They had moved the chairs so that everyone who already knew each other were together, so everyone was in like clusters. Since nobody invited me, I sat alone on a corner, and I was the only once who was alone. Then a new girl I had never seen before arrived, it seems she didn't know anyone either so she sat alone in the corner right next to me.
At first I thought of talking to her, since we were the only ones without a group, it seemed like the perfect excuse, but I didn't have the guts to do it. She wasn't exactly pretty but she wasn't ugly either, she was the definition of mid. Then, one of the guys from one of the groups stood up and walked towards us. He was a chad lite, the main thing keeping him down was his height, but one everything else he definitely had no problem getting women. He walked past me and went straight to her and basically asked her to join his group. She agreed and they spent the rest of the time chatting alongside the other guys. And of course, I was still alone. No one came to ask me if I wanted o join their group. No one cared that I was also alone in a corner, they just came for her.
This taught me a valuable lesson: "Women can never truly be lonely" at least not involuntarily. People will always care about you and what you have to say if you're a woman. It didn't matter that I had a lot of accomplishments in the club, all of those were worthless when compared to her vagina. Her vagina gave her all of the value in the world, it made her opinion matter, it made people want to be with her and she didn't even have to put any effort. She just existed and people naturally gravitated towards her.
So yeah, this memory lives in my head rent free and I always think about it whenever a woman claims to be "lonely". Like yeah, right, all it takes is for you to exist and people will want to talk to you, do you really expect me to believe you're involuntarily lonely? I don't think so.
The first week of a semester, we were gonna meet for the first time that semester on a classroom, I went there and everyone was in some kind of group already. They had moved the chairs so that everyone who already knew each other were together, so everyone was in like clusters. Since nobody invited me, I sat alone on a corner, and I was the only once who was alone. Then a new girl I had never seen before arrived, it seems she didn't know anyone either so she sat alone in the corner right next to me.
At first I thought of talking to her, since we were the only ones without a group, it seemed like the perfect excuse, but I didn't have the guts to do it. She wasn't exactly pretty but she wasn't ugly either, she was the definition of mid. Then, one of the guys from one of the groups stood up and walked towards us. He was a chad lite, the main thing keeping him down was his height, but one everything else he definitely had no problem getting women. He walked past me and went straight to her and basically asked her to join his group. She agreed and they spent the rest of the time chatting alongside the other guys. And of course, I was still alone. No one came to ask me if I wanted o join their group. No one cared that I was also alone in a corner, they just came for her.
This taught me a valuable lesson: "Women can never truly be lonely" at least not involuntarily. People will always care about you and what you have to say if you're a woman. It didn't matter that I had a lot of accomplishments in the club, all of those were worthless when compared to her vagina. Her vagina gave her all of the value in the world, it made her opinion matter, it made people want to be with her and she didn't even have to put any effort. She just existed and people naturally gravitated towards her.
So yeah, this memory lives in my head rent free and I always think about it whenever a woman claims to be "lonely". Like yeah, right, all it takes is for you to exist and people will want to talk to you, do you really expect me to believe you're involuntarily lonely? I don't think so.
