I’m gonna paint you a picture with words, because I don’t have skills with pixels.
Imagine there’s a bucket. Maybe it’s been sitting in a forgotten corner for a long time, filled with cobwebs and debris from disuse.
The bucket decides it wants to improve itself, so it cleans itself up and sets itself out somewhere someone might make good use of it.
People see the bucket, but it doesn’t look new, it doesn’t look clean, so they don’t want to use it for nice things like carrying water. But the bucket waits patiently, hoping someone will put it to good use.
Well it sits out for a while, and people regularly walk past, and those people are carrying cups overflowing with hate.
The people pour their cups of hate into the bucket. The bucket lets them do this because, after all, it wants to be put to good use, and giving people a place to pour out their hate seems like it might be helpful.
So people continue pouring their hate into this bucket, until the bucket starts overflowing. Then people get angry at the bucket because it’s overflowing with hate. They say “that’s an evil bucket, it’s filled with hate!” Forgetting that they themselves were the ones who poured the hate into the bucket in the first place.
What did the people expect? They filled the bucket with hate and now they wonder why it isn’t overflowing with honey?
Sooner or later, someone knocks the bucket over, and all the hate pours out. Then everyone blames the bucket. “It shouldn’t have been filled with hate! Now the hate is spilled everywhere!” Well, it was their hate in the first place, and the bucket gave them a place to pour it so it wouldn’t be spilling on themselves while they were walking.
But the people move on, and forget about the bucket. Eventually someone sees the bucket and says “That’s a useless bucket. It’s on its side! It can’t hold anything like that!”
So the person sets the bucket upright and says “There, now the bucket can be useful.” Then the person moves on.
The people walking by see an empty bucket, and find that it’s a very convenient place to pour out their hate…
This is by far the dumbest fucking analogy I have ever had the misfortune to read.
You will, never, ever, understand what I am saying because you obviously do not even want to try. You are not a bucket, you are a human fucking being, and it’s a choice to hate others because you have had misfortune.
As I said in a previous post, I blame no one for the pain and agony my ex put me through except myself and her, and I would not want to make anyone else suffer such things ever because it doesn’t matter how hurt I am because of it, I know being a decent person that making others suffer will not fix what has been done to me. The only thing that can fix it is me trying to be better. You want to cook up every excuse in the book for why it’s not on you to ever be kind to others or consider others feelings like you want people to consider yours.
Like, think about that for a minute, you want others to consider your feelings, but you consistently have made clear you’re actually content to not think about theirs, going back to the very beginning of this thread where you callously said that my ex “married the wrong man” and waxed poetic about how you think women are coddled for such choices. Why should anyone give a fuck about your feelings when you consistently have made clear this whole thread you have no consideration for anyone else’s? That despite all you’ve been through, you haven’t learned “gosh I never want to make anyone feel the way I have felt, it’s so awful!” you instead learned “FUCKING EVERYONE DESERVES TO FEEL EVEN WORSE THAN I HAVE FELT BECAUSE I AM THE SPECIALIST LITTLE SNOWFLAKE BITCH ALIVE! BLEARGH!”
It really says a lot about how fucked in the head you are, how you don’t actually understand how empathy works, how you never actually worked on yourself like you keep claiming you did (I promise you, people who have worked on themselves don’t think like you do), and are possibly one the most selfish and petulant people I have had the displeasure to interact with on this site. You have no intentions of actually hearing what anyone else has said, continuing to repeat your “woe is me” horseshit that everyone is tired of hearing because to everyone else it is painfully clearly and obviously nothing but selfish horseshit.
You will never have the amount of self reflection needed to understand what I and others have bothered trying to posit to you today, and yet you persist in trying to convince us that no you’re just a sad sad widdle boy who needs to be fucking coddled like you apparently think everyone else is. Bitch, you have no idea what that woman I was speaking of in the beginning of this thread had gone through when you decided to slander her for no fucking good reason and whine about how bad you had it in comparison. You are the one who came in and slandered a person who I have compassion for because you’re a whiny little fucking bitch who can’t handle seeing people who are emotionally mature without deciding you need to shit all over it.
I’m done trying to explain it to you. You have no intention to hear it, you have every intention to repeat your selfish bullshit in desperate attempts to manipulate people into feeling sorry for you. Fucking suck it, loser. Eat shit. Nobody with a compassionate and empathetic bone in their body has time to waste on people like you and I regret spending the latter half of my day wasting my time trying to get you to see your own fucked up priorities, because you clearly want to be a victim so god damned badly you’ll Donald Trump it to the end of your life.
I mean seriously dude in your second message to me you said “Don’t be a cuck.” Like what kind of clueless and fucking dickless wonder who admits he never gets laid says that to a fat fucking loser like me who has had endless pussy simply because he’s a nice person? I’m being a cuck because I fucked a bunch of women and some of them moved on in their lives? And you’re not an incel? Fuck me, you’re an incel, a moron and a liar because if you had cared about anyone’s feelings at any point that wouldn’t have been one of the first things you said to me. Yet despite that, for a while, I tried to give your stupid worthless victimhood desiring ass the benefit of the doubt. You took my kindness even after you had already attempted to insult me and went “WAHH NOT GOOD ENOUGH BECAUSE I’M A LITTLE BITCH!” Well, fine, go be a little bitch, then.
Like, think about that for a minute, you want others to consider your feelings, but you consistently have made clear you’re actually content to not think about theirs
You continue to reverse the order of operations. I stopped caring about people’s feelings after years of consistent reaffirmation that nobody cares about mine. Why should I? By your logic, you don’t have to care about my feelings because I don’t care about yours. Apply your logic consistently and this whole thing will make more sense to you.
Or continue making special exceptions for yourself to justify why it’s okay to degrade me, but wrong if I question someone else’s choices, because I’m an easy target and it’s so easy to gang up on someone that already no one likes.
You’ve consistently operated on the assumption that I can simply choose to be likeable, but I assure you that no matter what I do, I will never be likeable because I don’t know how to be “normal,” and the harder I try the more people call me “cringe” or a “try-hard.” You can go back as far as you please, to my earliest memories and beyond, and I was already being ostracized, bullied, and isolated.
Call me a fucking whiny bitch. I don’t care. And when I don’t care the next time someone else complains about their problems you’ll probably call me callous. Because to you, their problems matter, and mine don’t. It’s a pattern I’m familiar with. This isn’t fucking new to me. You’re not unique, and your vitriol isn’t some breakthrough revelation that’s somehow never occurred to me.
You don’t know fucking shit about me or my life. Don’t give yourself a stroke on your way out the door.
I’m gonna paint you a picture with words, because I don’t have skills with pixels.
Imagine there’s a bucket. Maybe it’s been sitting in a forgotten corner for a long time, filled with cobwebs and debris from disuse.
The bucket decides it wants to improve itself, so it cleans itself up and sets itself out somewhere someone might make good use of it.
People see the bucket, but it doesn’t look new, it doesn’t look clean, so they don’t want to use it for nice things like carrying water. But the bucket waits patiently, hoping someone will put it to good use.
Well it sits out for a while, and people regularly walk past, and those people are carrying cups overflowing with hate.
The people pour their cups of hate into the bucket. The bucket lets them do this because, after all, it wants to be put to good use, and giving people a place to pour out their hate seems like it might be helpful.
So people continue pouring their hate into this bucket, until the bucket starts overflowing. Then people get angry at the bucket because it’s overflowing with hate. They say “that’s an evil bucket, it’s filled with hate!” Forgetting that they themselves were the ones who poured the hate into the bucket in the first place.
What did the people expect? They filled the bucket with hate and now they wonder why it isn’t overflowing with honey?
Sooner or later, someone knocks the bucket over, and all the hate pours out. Then everyone blames the bucket. “It shouldn’t have been filled with hate! Now the hate is spilled everywhere!” Well, it was their hate in the first place, and the bucket gave them a place to pour it so it wouldn’t be spilling on themselves while they were walking.
But the people move on, and forget about the bucket. Eventually someone sees the bucket and says “That’s a useless bucket. It’s on its side! It can’t hold anything like that!”
So the person sets the bucket upright and says “There, now the bucket can be useful.” Then the person moves on.
The people walking by see an empty bucket, and find that it’s a very convenient place to pour out their hate…
This is by far the dumbest fucking analogy I have ever had the misfortune to read.
You will, never, ever, understand what I am saying because you obviously do not even want to try. You are not a bucket, you are a human fucking being, and it’s a choice to hate others because you have had misfortune.
As I said in a previous post, I blame no one for the pain and agony my ex put me through except myself and her, and I would not want to make anyone else suffer such things ever because it doesn’t matter how hurt I am because of it, I know being a decent person that making others suffer will not fix what has been done to me. The only thing that can fix it is me trying to be better. You want to cook up every excuse in the book for why it’s not on you to ever be kind to others or consider others feelings like you want people to consider yours.
Like, think about that for a minute, you want others to consider your feelings, but you consistently have made clear you’re actually content to not think about theirs, going back to the very beginning of this thread where you callously said that my ex “married the wrong man” and waxed poetic about how you think women are coddled for such choices. Why should anyone give a fuck about your feelings when you consistently have made clear this whole thread you have no consideration for anyone else’s? That despite all you’ve been through, you haven’t learned “gosh I never want to make anyone feel the way I have felt, it’s so awful!” you instead learned “FUCKING EVERYONE DESERVES TO FEEL EVEN WORSE THAN I HAVE FELT BECAUSE I AM THE SPECIALIST LITTLE SNOWFLAKE BITCH ALIVE! BLEARGH!”
It really says a lot about how fucked in the head you are, how you don’t actually understand how empathy works, how you never actually worked on yourself like you keep claiming you did (I promise you, people who have worked on themselves don’t think like you do), and are possibly one the most selfish and petulant people I have had the displeasure to interact with on this site. You have no intentions of actually hearing what anyone else has said, continuing to repeat your “woe is me” horseshit that everyone is tired of hearing because to everyone else it is painfully clearly and obviously nothing but selfish horseshit.
You will never have the amount of self reflection needed to understand what I and others have bothered trying to posit to you today, and yet you persist in trying to convince us that no you’re just a sad sad widdle boy who needs to be fucking coddled like you apparently think everyone else is. Bitch, you have no idea what that woman I was speaking of in the beginning of this thread had gone through when you decided to slander her for no fucking good reason and whine about how bad you had it in comparison. You are the one who came in and slandered a person who I have compassion for because you’re a whiny little fucking bitch who can’t handle seeing people who are emotionally mature without deciding you need to shit all over it.
I’m done trying to explain it to you. You have no intention to hear it, you have every intention to repeat your selfish bullshit in desperate attempts to manipulate people into feeling sorry for you. Fucking suck it, loser. Eat shit. Nobody with a compassionate and empathetic bone in their body has time to waste on people like you and I regret spending the latter half of my day wasting my time trying to get you to see your own fucked up priorities, because you clearly want to be a victim so god damned badly you’ll Donald Trump it to the end of your life.
I mean seriously dude in your second message to me you said “Don’t be a cuck.” Like what kind of clueless and fucking dickless wonder who admits he never gets laid says that to a fat fucking loser like me who has had endless pussy simply because he’s a nice person? I’m being a cuck because I fucked a bunch of women and some of them moved on in their lives? And you’re not an incel? Fuck me, you’re an incel, a moron and a liar because if you had cared about anyone’s feelings at any point that wouldn’t have been one of the first things you said to me. Yet despite that, for a while, I tried to give your stupid worthless victimhood desiring ass the benefit of the doubt. You took my kindness even after you had already attempted to insult me and went “WAHH NOT GOOD ENOUGH BECAUSE I’M A LITTLE BITCH!” Well, fine, go be a little bitch, then.
You continue to reverse the order of operations. I stopped caring about people’s feelings after years of consistent reaffirmation that nobody cares about mine. Why should I? By your logic, you don’t have to care about my feelings because I don’t care about yours. Apply your logic consistently and this whole thing will make more sense to you.
Or continue making special exceptions for yourself to justify why it’s okay to degrade me, but wrong if I question someone else’s choices, because I’m an easy target and it’s so easy to gang up on someone that already no one likes.
You’ve consistently operated on the assumption that I can simply choose to be likeable, but I assure you that no matter what I do, I will never be likeable because I don’t know how to be “normal,” and the harder I try the more people call me “cringe” or a “try-hard.” You can go back as far as you please, to my earliest memories and beyond, and I was already being ostracized, bullied, and isolated.
Call me a fucking whiny bitch. I don’t care. And when I don’t care the next time someone else complains about their problems you’ll probably call me callous. Because to you, their problems matter, and mine don’t. It’s a pattern I’m familiar with. This isn’t fucking new to me. You’re not unique, and your vitriol isn’t some breakthrough revelation that’s somehow never occurred to me.
You don’t know fucking shit about me or my life. Don’t give yourself a stroke on your way out the door.