/lit/ - Literature

Man, I used to love Paolo Sorrentino. The Great Beauty, Youth and The Young Pope were so damn good. He really fell off.

There are no girls in my friend group or at my work. There is no crush or oneitis. There is no girl giving prolonged eye contact or smiling at me that I should talk to. There is no ex-girlfriend am I still in love with, or girl that got away. There are no exes at all. I have no lost loves. There no “what-could-have-beens” or lost connections in my life. I have never been oblivious to flirting only to realize it after the fact, because no girl has ever flirted with me. No one has ever asked me how it is that I’m still single, and no one has ever offered to set me up on a date. There is nothing, no history, no beginning. Women do not exist in my world. They are an image I see on the street which cannot see me. They are as tangible to me as a two-dimensional anime character on the internet, and I interface with them in the exact same way. I cannot reach out and touch a woman as I cannot reach out and touch an anime girl in my monitor. They both exist purely as a titillating concept which exist beyond my realm of action. I see them and they are beautiful, but they cannot see me. Interfacing with a waitress or the girl cashing me out at the supermarket is nothing more than reciting pre-selected nothings and pleasantries. Going beyond the programmed script is impossible; they cannot process the words coming from my mouth as anything more than white noise. Though I am nothing but human refuse compared to them, I compare myself to the Greek monks who have not laid eyes upon a woman in decades.

>>20057363
She broke up with me unceremoniously. It was 11pm on a work night and after a quick exchange of text messages I discovered that I would literally never see her again. I'd thought things were going well between us.

>>19885766

>he will never sit on your face

She ghosted me