For any followers of mine that might think I’m one of those “cool Internet people:”
These pictures are all accurate representations of me in high school. Shit, the fourth one even looks like me. I still have my collection of mostly useless katanas, and the deeply set insecurities and emotional/interpersonal scars that cause and perpetuate this lonely, sexless life. You can groom and dress yourself, workout, throw out your old weapons, hat collection, Shonen Jump and Kingdom Hearts games; You can cut off your ponytail and purge your computer of all the weird fetishes you’ve acquired as a substitute for the thrills of real intimacy. You can seek out and absorb all the feminist doctrine you can find to convince yourself that your plasticity of opinion makes you a better person now, but let me be the first to tell you that I’m not sure I or anyone else can ever fully escape it.
The neckbeard grows not from under your uninspiring jawline, but from your very SOUL.
