Personality Chat:
It's rare. They tend to have a "I wish/I want" hobbies. Foids don't often have constructive "I will make a work-product" mindset. Women who do tend to have families.
This ties into a growing thesis of mine: Foids (spoiled women) really don't 'get' cause and effect, they 'get' whining out loud and a man giving them something. It's literally whine -> get thing (or get out of thing).
In middle age when simping ends or consequences catch up, they literally can't understand what's going on, because they never understood reality in the first place.
Foids are childish to the point I wonder how they were ever managed, and that seems to be 'other women shaming them'. You know the church lady type bitch who is now a wokescold going on about niggers or the environment? Not only did we have the naghags go from religious values to woke values, we lost the fact that a church lady would listen to the fucking cleric running it (priest, pastor, whatever). The inmates run the asylum.
A Grande Sneedinge Uponne The Notionne Ofe Womannly Rationalitie.
and retarded old timey spellinge
I've seen this play out in the aftermath of the missus girlbossing herself into a DUI. Any attempt to talk about her behavior leading up to it or what I expect afterward orbits guilt or shame as a center of gravity. And it's a singularity, because she is so fucking dense. She's supposed to feel bad about doing shit like this. She's supposed to feel bad for putting people at risk, getting herself in trouble, acting inconvenienced instead of thankful or apologetic when bailed out, being a bitch in the first place, or "I can't handle being told to stop being stupid, which is why I drove away and drank until the bars closed."
Yes, dear farmers, she literally tried to blame me for the DUI. Let me explain the flow:
1) Get bitchcunty over stress from lawsuits that I have no part in except helping her with them. She will do this in a vehicle. She did this for months.
2) Say she's
TWAPPED
IN THE VEHICLE if I say "stop fucking treating me like that."
3) Stay huffy if I don't let her deflect/Uno reverse/dither and stick to "be respectful and apologize."
4) Go drinking all fucking day to avoid feeling bad about the shit she chose to do, usually around a corner.
5) Come home late and visibly inebriated.
6) Get huffy over how PUSHY and SMOTHERING I am if I say don't drive drunk.
This ultimately led to finally girlbossing off of a cliff:
7) Literally drive an hour away on Memorial day weekend and drive drunk on a major highway full of highway patrol on a holiday weekend and get caught and
try to blame that on me.
This, of course made me laugh in her face. This started from, and I quote:
WHY IS THE SPRINKLER GOING ITS NOON!? WHAT DID YOU DO?
(Of course I remember this day vividly, she got arrested)
SPRINKLERBITCHING
I don't know if it was me or the lawn guy but this is easy to fix and there's no reason to talk to me or anyone like this about a fucking sprinkler
WHYDIDYOUTOUCHITORMESSWITHIT
Show me respect or don't get in my truck. (she gets in it)
IDIDNTDOANYTHINGWRONG
Apologize for what you did
IDONTHAVEANYTHINGTOAPOLOGIZEFOR
Yes, you did. The tone, that expression on your face, and the yelling are unacceptable
LETMEOUTOFTHETRUCK
You chose to get in the driverthru
LETMEOUT
Get the fuck out then (she doesn't)
IM GOING SOMEWHERE ELSE TODAY
Fine
*Drives a fucking hour away, drinks for hours*
"Uber or call me"
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*checks the apple find my device and sees she's inside of a jail*
She never called me to bail her out. I went to go get her. I came with tissues and paper towels and water/tea (if you blew over 0.08 you're dehydrated). Of course I had to wait in the station's waiting room, surprise blow (I blew 0.000 because I'm not a drunk retard), and pace.
Just like I vividly remember her going BITCHCUNTOVERASPRINKLER because she's
stressed because I helped out instead of noped out when she got in a 2.5 year trust dispute, I remember how she walked out of the elevator from the actual lockup. Head shake strut with the vapid, blank, but also
inconvenienced face of a spoiled person who doesn't realize they hurt people, people people at risk, did anything wrong, or owe anything.
I'm silent as we go to the truck. She just looks mildly surprised.
Eventually I just fucking ask and she says "I'm surprised you came I thought you were done." She didn't say thanks or sorry until I said "are you fucking going to?"
She then, of course, said I'm ambushing and attacking and trapping her in a car because I bailed her out of jail and drove her the hour home she chose by going that far and getting a DUI.
Even now, if I say "you need to actually repair the damage you did" it's just STOP BRINGING IT UP.
STOP REHASHING IT STOP BRINGING IT UP
You didn't actually fix the harm
*cunt noises*
OK if I had a broken arm and it stayed broke I'd say my arm is still broke until it's set, right?
*Foid stare*
OK that's where you're at
*silence*
EVERYTHING revolves around IDONTWANNAFEELBAD and IDONTWANNAFEELGUILTY. It's running from bad feelings or to desired feelings. Cause and effect is not understood. But don't think they 'get emotions', because they don't get emotional cause and effect either.
*Bitchcraft undivided*
That attitude? A judge would smell that shit a mile away. Don't think you'd hide it either. They know how to ask questions during sentencing.
I wouldn't do this in front of a judge.
So you choose to act like this with me. You have self control when you're coerced and face certain punishment.
*Foid Stare*
Yesterday she went on this dumb shit again. The terminus of it was "I DON'T WANNA DO THINGS I DON'T WANNA DO" when I asked about why I've sacrificed for her and she has never done so for me. I bring up reciprocity in relationships.
She then immediately leaps back on what she won't do.
She triples down on her shit so instead of taking her out I get myself McDonalds as her stupid ass gets hypoglycemic. I was putting off getting some good brandy to enjoy
and numb my rational brain into grokking this retarded shit so I drive around the metro. Get some honeyed floral shit from one grand cru and another that's so rancio the librarian wannabe foids would think I walked out of the library they sit in to scrape their phones with their acrylic nails. Grand Champagne shit. Grower distillers who do it for the love of the game, not over priced luxury brand shit.
Both stores had the liquor-nerds come chat me up while she sat in the car. The keys were in my hand. I didn't rush.
On the way home, she finally breaks down (from blood sugar or exhaustion) and admits it's a guilt complex because "she was raised by a narcissist." Now it's her dead grandmother's fault.
I tried both brandies in front of her. The smell filled the room. One was like honey and a flower garden. The other like over ripe fruit and a pie and baking spices. Both had oak in droves. Oh well.
The lease isn't up until September so I might as well pull a George Floyd and split without notice. I can't break the lease, so if I moved out I'm still on the hook for rent. Besides, if I'm stuck placating this bitch I might as well play the game back. And if I can write shit down I can turn fucking around into science, or at least illustrate Bitchcraft to a young Kiwi who might not realize women are adult children.
In conclusion, I wish I was gay.
