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- Jan 4, 2021
What's yours? Mine was "I hate myself and I wanna die," until I learned that passiveness isn't cool. Tell me yours and I'll tell you mine.
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You sick fuck, disgusting. Imagine dismembering her and keeping her parts to hold up to yourself in the mirror and pretend you're her until they're too rotted then do it again with a new woman like a normal person. Well, I assume that's what normal people do... I've never really talked about it with anyone. I guess I could tell my court appoint psycho-therapist instead of sitting silently with a wide grin for over 100 sessions but she says I have "dark triad" whatever that is, it sounds important though so I'm probably the most normal person there ever is and therefore anyone who thinks differently than me is wrong and frankly subhuman... you sicko.Every time I encounter a woman who's even vaguely attractive, I imagine holding her hand, marrying her, and starting a family with her. Some would call me a sick bastard for that.
yeah you the reason you lose at everything is because you deny your gamb-mindset, only once every thousand years is a gamba god gifted with such an ability and yet you deny it? i bet you failed your test faggot.I do compulsive, split-second betting. I don't know what the proper term is, but that's the best way to describe it. It's not real gambling. Here's an example: let's say I'm stressed about about the result of a test, and that's in the back of my mind. Then, I accidentally drop my water bottle cap and don't want it to land face down on the dirty ground. In that split second, I will have the intrusive thought "If my water bottle cap lands face down, I will fail my test." I don't WANT to think of those stupid bets, but it happens compulsively. I don't actually believe in the bet, and I don't do anything after it pops into my head except become frustrated that I thought of it in the first place. It requires me to be worried about something big hanging over my head, and also facing a small issue in the moment, and for some reason my brain links the results of these two unrelated events together. I imagine it's like proto-OCD and a window into how full-blown OCD starts to manifest. Thankfully it's never anymore serious than that and only happens when I'm stressed. I've never met anyone else who has this issue, but I imagine I'm not alone.
You should do it for real and stream it on Kick. You may even win enough for a Honda CivicI do compulsive, split-second betting. I don't know what the proper term is, but that's the best way to describe it. It's not real gambling