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Tiktok be looking like: "Woman you make my mouth drop wide open, more beautiful than the sea"
(Most average looking woman on land, no pirate talk seriously you can find like many women who look like this at the library, any office or Starbucks)
Arrr, seein’ Chad’s life compared to ours be brutal. It’s like watchin’ Gaston sailin’ with his sub-5 henchman, Lefou. Gaston may be evil as the Devil’s own sea serpent, yet he still manages to attach himself to three triplet Stacys, while poor Lefou gets nothin’ but barnacles.
Chad’s got a good—or well-financed—family behind him. He gets a girlfriend early, starts workin’ at sixteen, gets promoted with ease, and be married by twenty-three. Meanwhile, our life be the complete opposite. No family support, or worse, an abusive family full of shoutin’, blamin’, and everyone turnin’ their anger on each other. No girlfriend on account of our looks. Quit workin’ at sixteen because people kept takin’ their anger out on us. No college because of bad experiences or parents who want us in debt. Not married by twenty-three, though we still want the knot tied someday. Works as a truck driver and learns to take in the insults as punching bag.
Every Stacy and even every sub-5 lass he dares speak to, ignores him after three messages or sends him straight to Davy Jones by blockin’ him. That’s just the voyage of life, I suppose. Arrr.
Let the single and divorced witches whine, the goblins leer at our gold, and the peasants starve, we did not climb Wiz Street to take relationship advice from people who still fear a glowing orb. We do not bow to mobs, exile, or whatever cursed opinion is trending in the village square. We answer to the mandate above, the ancient law, and the cold hard truth written in the stars. Call us arrogant, call us degenerate, call us high-magic assholes fine. The robes stay on. The wand stays up. Wiz Street does not fucking fold
Arrr, most lasses love when a lad be orbitin’ ’round ’em, servin’ as their emotional pillow, but the moment he says he fancies her, she be all shocked and embarrassed! I reckon if the lad were handsome, she’d be hopin’ he’d make a move. Do women truly think a man and a woman can only ever be friends, arrr?
Then you have "femcels" in the comments saying "Truth, why can't we just be friends?"
Arrr, what be some hobbies so boring or downright mad to women that they can’t fathom ’em?
Fer me, it’s gotta be either doin’ ridiculous food experiments—like mixin’ every blasted soda at Taco Bell into one liquid—or actually livin’ the celibate life and goin’ full no-fap. 250 days of no fap nor touching the opposite sex.
Women be lookin’ at me like I’ve lost me treasure map! But I'm more than sane compared to them sleeping on the first date.
I am unsure where to go to uni.
Either I go to uni in my balkan wasteland town and get a VERY well paid job as a merchant sailor BUT be alone for the rest of my life due to literally no female students here and also not wanting to wife up some single mom whore(if I am "lucky", the dating market is GARBAGE here and not much better in the rest of the country)
OR try my luck elsewhere in europe although I am not sure where that elsewhere might be so I will likely both end up a poor and kitty-free white boy instead of just kitty-free.
thoughts?
also excuse my minimum effort attempt at wizspeech, not even sure how you could refer to the merchant navy or any of the other less common words.