/lit/ - Literature

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>see any beautiful girl, online or off
>immediately imagine how little time she has left before she's past her prime years
>immediately imagine the exponentially precipitous slope that follows the post-prime point
>think of all the thousands of mornings she's going to wake up and see her face and body in the mirror and think "i wish i could look like i did when i was 22 and didn't even think about it"
>think of all the thousands of evenings she's going to take off her clothes and wonder why she has to put in twice as much work to look half as good as she did just a few years ago
>realize "16-22 year old beautiful sexy woman" is a perennial thing that always exists, like the habitable zone of a solar system
>realize each individual woman simply passes through that band for a brief time
>shift my long term goals to be "fuck as many women as possible in the sexy young lady zone"
>ignore longings for individual women since every individual women is only temporarily at her peak anyway
>love young women in general
>ignore old women
>live happy life

I don't just tell roasties that they've hit the wall. I am the wall. The wall is a part of me and I am a part of it. When a young sexy roastie who is temporarily relevant in life because she's young is acting uppity with me I simply see right through her, to her 3 years from now post-prime post-peak self, and it's as if she becomes diaphanous to me, almost invisible.

I am immune to roasties because I know their reality better than they know it themselves. I know the fleeting nature of their essence and purpose in life. I am a brick in the wall that is their doom. Against me they can only scatter and disperse, like so many dead leaves on the wind.