CrudeDiatribe
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Don't think so (I had wondered if it did until I looked it up in the last thread).
Simpering is affecting a stupid smile.
Simp comes from 'simpleton'. Perhaps 'simping' comes from that?
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"Simping" |OT| or Where Dating and Depression Meet
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Don't think so (I had wondered if it did until I looked it up in the last thread).
Simpering is affecting a stupid smile.
Simp comes from 'simpleton'. Perhaps 'simping' comes from that?
Beerman462
Member
I was totally guilty of this my senior year of high-school. I had no luck with the ladies previous to this, but lost a ton of weight over the Jr-Sr summer and was actually getting attention from girls for once.
Anyways dated one girl for a month if you want to call it that. I think we hung out like twice and she always had excuses when I asked her out. Well I gave up on her and hooked up with another girl(the first girl actually got mad).
So this new girl was my first real kiss. We made out alot and looking back I could have probably gone all the way, second and third base at the least. I didn't advance the relationship physically and she started going to college parties and eventually broke it off. We had mutual friends and still hung out, even went to prom. Looking back now she pretty much had two of my friends simping as well. Hell one of my friends wasted his first year of college simping over her. I joined the Air Force and had one more simp relationship.
I think what broke the cycle was a one night stand with a aggressive girl known for one night stands. After that if I dated a girl and I wanted to sex her up I said so and it's worked out well.
Anyways dated one girl for a month if you want to call it that. I think we hung out like twice and she always had excuses when I asked her out. Well I gave up on her and hooked up with another girl(the first girl actually got mad).
So this new girl was my first real kiss. We made out alot and looking back I could have probably gone all the way, second and third base at the least. I didn't advance the relationship physically and she started going to college parties and eventually broke it off. We had mutual friends and still hung out, even went to prom. Looking back now she pretty much had two of my friends simping as well. Hell one of my friends wasted his first year of college simping over her. I joined the Air Force and had one more simp relationship.
I think what broke the cycle was a one night stand with a aggressive girl known for one night stands. After that if I dated a girl and I wanted to sex her up I said so and it's worked out well.
So all you needed was a slumbbuster.
This just sounds like you just tried to get some and didnt come correct, not necessarily simping.
Dark Octave
Banned
Hell nah. 50/50. If she asks me, she's paying. I pay one and she pays the other nitght. Whoever gets to the door first, opens it and holds it for the other.
If you want to be treated equal, then be equal.
If you want to be treated equal, then be equal.
Beerman462
Member
Maybe, but towards the end of the relationship and after I wanted something that wasn't there anymore. We still hung out alot and I would say I wasnt truly over her till I got back from basic training which was a full year later. My friend had it worse I don't think they even dated really, but he became the guy she could turn to. He definatly wanted more than a friendship. I guess she really got into partying, drugs and sleeping around. He was trying to save her. He's the one that basically wasted his first year of college. Failed some courses and let his grades drop low enough in others to lose scholarships. This is all his side of the story.
Now keep in mind this may not work out all the time, but usually if one is cleve enough they can use a pitfall to their advantage. How so? Well if you are "simping" on someone you want to date or get to like you, chances are that person is used to your simping ways and likes the attention. In order to regain the advantage (and dignity) all you have to do is simply stop communicating with said person. Don't respond to text messages (I could write a book on how you can easily manipulate people through lack of responding to questions) or any other forms of communications. After awhile, the peson will begin to ask the magical question "whats wrong?" and thats when you got em. Congrats on reestablishing your dominance! At this point remind yourself not to simp anymore and to make your intentions perfectly clear. If they ae not down with what you want, on to the next one.
Beerman462
Member
I'm married and the sole income for my family so joint bank account of course. I have met married couples that have separate accounts and in my younger days I thought it was ridiculous. Now I love the idea. A guy I work with does this. He said he's been paying his wife's car payment, but he's thinking of making her pay it again.
God, dating-age seems really depressing. But dating is pretty simple.
1) Meet girl at random bar, go to dance floor, press your erection against her.
2) If she reacts well to your erection, move to step 3, if not, repeat step 1.
3) Get her number, say, "You free next week?" She'll say sure. Arrange a date sometime during the work week.
4) Wine/dine her. Take her back to her place.
5) Have sex.
6) If you like her a lot, keep having sex with her until you love her and she loves you. BAM, you're in a relationship.
1) Meet girl at random bar, go to dance floor, press your erection against her.
2) If she reacts well to your erection, move to step 3, if not, repeat step 1.
3) Get her number, say, "You free next week?" She'll say sure. Arrange a date sometime during the work week.
4) Wine/dine her. Take her back to her place.
5) Have sex.
6) If you like her a lot, keep having sex with her until you love her and she loves you. BAM, you're in a relationship.
Biff
Member
Lots of people have shared good insights about detecting "Simping" (I appreciate the thread but goddamn that is the most retarded term I've heard this millennium) so I think I can add the most value by sharing what to do when you realize you are in such a situation.
Basically, you need to cut all forms of connection. In order of importance:
1. Delete name and number from cellphone
1. Unfriend/delete from Facebook
1. Delete all emails, messages, etc.
This is far easier said than done. I still remember spending a good minute hovering over the delete button like some cliche romantic comedy character. I went through with it and I am far better off for it now.
You will still think of him/her for the first bit... That's unavoidable. But slowly you'll completely forget about them, because you no longer have a reminder of who they are or what they look like.
They will likely contact you to ask why you're no longer Facebook friends, why you haven't messaged, etc. Ignore or brush off politely, followed by a swift delete of the message/email thread.
Think about how many hours of your life you have wasted on this person. Think about how many other people you could have met in that time. Think about how many messages you could have been sending to more attractive people on online dating sites. You need to cut the cord, and you need to do it today.
Basically, you need to cut all forms of connection. In order of importance:
1. Delete name and number from cellphone
1. Unfriend/delete from Facebook
1. Delete all emails, messages, etc.
This is far easier said than done. I still remember spending a good minute hovering over the delete button like some cliche romantic comedy character. I went through with it and I am far better off for it now.
You will still think of him/her for the first bit... That's unavoidable. But slowly you'll completely forget about them, because you no longer have a reminder of who they are or what they look like.
They will likely contact you to ask why you're no longer Facebook friends, why you haven't messaged, etc. Ignore or brush off politely, followed by a swift delete of the message/email thread.
Think about how many hours of your life you have wasted on this person. Think about how many other people you could have met in that time. Think about how many messages you could have been sending to more attractive people on online dating sites. You need to cut the cord, and you need to do it today.
ComputerMKII
Banned
Yeah, I know that theory.
Despite thinking the terminology sounds stupid as hell, as a fellow brother of Nika-Gaf, I'll contribute.
Anyways, for those who haven't seen my thousand posts regarding the subject, I'm in the middle of a fairly radical transformation where I've dropped from 351 to 18x pounds:
I wasn't always that heavy. I played basketball and football in High School, and was good enough in the latter to be recruited in some manner (I was moved up to Varsity half way through Summer practices my Freshman year) at the next level. Unfortunately, during my Junior year, I tore my ACL, MCL and Meniscus in the week prior to the start of the regular season which effectively ended my football career. It didn't really have to end it, but if you knew me in High School, I was basically a terrible student and the most insufferable of douches, and put very little in the way of effort towards most things in life. So, alas, I didn't do much in the way of physical therapy, nor did I make any attempts at coming back to football.
I come from a pretty large family, and by large, I mean height and size. I've always been in Athletics, and especially in football, you're pretty much pushed into trying to get big. So I ate, and I ate a lot. This didn't really matter much prior to the injury, considering between Basketball and Football, I was getting a ton of cardio and weight training. But when you take those away, and shift to a dormant life style while still eating the same, you're going to balloon up. And I did, almost overnight it seems. Once graduating from High School, I found myself without many friends (As I said, I was a douche. And people threw my ass to the wayside once they weren't forced to associate themselves with me), obese as fuck and without much of a future since I did so horribly in High School. So I became a hermit, went outside very little, and spent most of my time watching movies and anime, and playing hours upon hours of video games. This only made me fatter, and I soon found myself at 351 pounds.
I did have some friends who were attending community college, but there soon came a time when they transfered away. So here I am; fat as fuck, a complete hermit, no local friends and little in the way of a future. I never really spiraled into depression or anything, sure I was sad and disappointed to see where I currently was but it wasn't clinical sadness. I took a good look in the mirror and decided that I had finally had it (this was around 2009), and the next day, I literally signed my ass up at the local community college and went cold turkey into a diet. I was dedicated and hellbent on doing a complete 180, and I soon found myself shedding weight and maintaining a near 4.0 gpa every quarter.
September 2010 (in the comparison pictures above), I found myself nearly 60 pounds lighter and transferring into a University. As my college career unfolded, I began to make new friends, and between these social interactions and continued weight loss, my confidence took a swing closer to where it was at during High School (sans the douche persona, being a deadbeat loser for so long certainly humbled me). By around January/February 2011, I had lost well over 100 pounds, and after so long without little in the way of affection, I was thirsty as fuck.
So here we are in my 2nd quarter of college. To make a long story short, I became friends with a friend of a good friend. This person was fairly attractive, maybe a 7 or 8, but to someone who was thirsty as fuck, she was easily an 18 or 19 out of 10. The friendship started off normal enough. We hung out sometimes, had some good times, both spending money on each other. After about a month, we hung out all of the time, and she'd flirt with me occasionally. So after years of little female interest (I somehow scored a fuck buddy when I was around 290, with a racist of all things), I was face to face with a girl who seemed to like me. That hook and bait was deep into my flesh, she effectively had my dick in an armbar.
Like all desperate fools, I didn't want to fuck this up. So I treated that hooker like a queen. I spent my time exclusively with her, blowing my friends off on a consistent basis and coming up with bullshit excuses if she didn't want to tag along, so I could spend more time with her. I did whatever the fuck she wanted, resulting in shit like me watching the entire first season of Teen Mom and being the only dude at her Girl's Night Out (and being subjected to period talk, and other bullshit). I'd constantly buy her shit, and run errands. I was House slave like with my obedience and shuckin' and jivin' just to to make Masta happy (metaphor is an inside joke between me and a friend, sorry if it offends!). She was somewhat affectionate, but nothing groundbreaking, and after a while, I guess she picked up on me growing tired of the situation. So one night, she made out with me. As I said, I was thirsty as fuck, so I sprinted and slid head first into first base. We would cuddle and sleep in the same bed, and we'd make out and she'd let me feel her up. I thought this meant I was close to rounding those bases, but in reality, I was just her cuddle bitch. Whenever the subject of sex came up, she'd say "I'm not ready for that yet," which soon evolved into "I don't want to ruin our friendship." All of this while she was banging other dudes, and having threesomes with Brazilians. Despite knowing this, I was thirsty as fuck, and hinging on prospect of being able to tag in and have my turn.
I was pitiful as fuck. There was a time when she called me up, and asked if she could bring a 'friend' (ie. a dude she was fucking) over to my place so they could watch a movie on my big screen. Like the thirsty fuck that I was, I obliged, and was subject to watching them make out in front of me. Instead of manning up and throwing her ass out the room, I stared in disbelief, and then bounced for a few hours. I thought she would just leave, but a day later, my roommate asked me if I could not throw used condoms into our garbage in plain sight, and considering it wasn't mine, nor his, all signs pointed to the fact that she banged some dude in my place. But every time I'd throw down the gloves, and thought to myself "Fuck this shit," she'd reel me back in by making out and letting me advance the bases, albeit always short of home plate.
As this continued, I maintained my weight loss and started to pick up the weights, and I began reel in some other interested parties as my physical image normalized. Anyways, one day she went home for the weekend to make graduation preparations (she was a about a week or two from graduating, and I still had a year left), and with nobody to yank the leash, I finally took my friends up on their offer to go to party. Long story short, I hooked up with a girl I had talked to from time to time in one of my classes. I tore that ass up, and with each push, I regained some lost swagger and decency. Putting in a few hours work and coming up with some gash, and reflecting on the shit I put myself through for some damn kisses, cured me outright.
Now a freed slave, in the days leading up to her graduation, I was ready to tell her that I was done working her fields. I was going to be civil about it, but she confronted me when she heard through the grape vine that I hooked up with someone. Fuck that noise. I basically said: " I'm not going to lie, I like you. But I'm sick of being your lap bitch and getting treated like shit in return. Either be up front, throw down or fuck off." She chose the latter and after graduation, I never saw here again, until....
... About two months ago, I saw her at Sloane, a club in San Francisco. It'd been close to a year since we last talked, so we talked and filled in the 9-12 month gap for each other. I was already pretty wasted... one thing led to another, and I found myself back at her place knockin' boots. I woke up the next morning in her bed, hung over as fuck, and instead of being snuggled up with me, I found her on the bathroom floor hugging the toilet with some vomit in the bowl. I still hated this chick for how she played me, so I tracked down a pen and paper, wrote down "Now we're even," threw that shit beside her and bounced. Douche move, but I felt like a million bucks doing it. She left the saltiest text I've ever read, bringing up all the dudes she fucked while stringing me on for that entire school year. I had the biggest shit eating grin you'd ever seen plastered across my face, not only did she remove any chance of me feeling like shit for what I did, but I got to close the book on a chapter on my life that still haunted me till that day.
Never again.
Anyways, for those who haven't seen my thousand posts regarding the subject, I'm in the middle of a fairly radical transformation where I've dropped from 351 to 18x pounds:
I wasn't always that heavy. I played basketball and football in High School, and was good enough in the latter to be recruited in some manner (I was moved up to Varsity half way through Summer practices my Freshman year) at the next level. Unfortunately, during my Junior year, I tore my ACL, MCL and Meniscus in the week prior to the start of the regular season which effectively ended my football career. It didn't really have to end it, but if you knew me in High School, I was basically a terrible student and the most insufferable of douches, and put very little in the way of effort towards most things in life. So, alas, I didn't do much in the way of physical therapy, nor did I make any attempts at coming back to football.
I come from a pretty large family, and by large, I mean height and size. I've always been in Athletics, and especially in football, you're pretty much pushed into trying to get big. So I ate, and I ate a lot. This didn't really matter much prior to the injury, considering between Basketball and Football, I was getting a ton of cardio and weight training. But when you take those away, and shift to a dormant life style while still eating the same, you're going to balloon up. And I did, almost overnight it seems. Once graduating from High School, I found myself without many friends (As I said, I was a douche. And people threw my ass to the wayside once they weren't forced to associate themselves with me), obese as fuck and without much of a future since I did so horribly in High School. So I became a hermit, went outside very little, and spent most of my time watching movies and anime, and playing hours upon hours of video games. This only made me fatter, and I soon found myself at 351 pounds.
I did have some friends who were attending community college, but there soon came a time when they transfered away. So here I am; fat as fuck, a complete hermit, no local friends and little in the way of a future. I never really spiraled into depression or anything, sure I was sad and disappointed to see where I currently was but it wasn't clinical sadness. I took a good look in the mirror and decided that I had finally had it (this was around 2009), and the next day, I literally signed my ass up at the local community college and went cold turkey into a diet. I was dedicated and hellbent on doing a complete 180, and I soon found myself shedding weight and maintaining a near 4.0 gpa every quarter.
September 2010 (in the comparison pictures above), I found myself nearly 60 pounds lighter and transferring into a University. As my college career unfolded, I began to make new friends, and between these social interactions and continued weight loss, my confidence took a swing closer to where it was at during High School (sans the douche persona, being a deadbeat loser for so long certainly humbled me). By around January/February 2011, I had lost well over 100 pounds, and after so long without little in the way of affection, I was thirsty as fuck.
So here we are in my 2nd quarter of college. To make a long story short, I became friends with a friend of a good friend. This person was fairly attractive, maybe a 7 or 8, but to someone who was thirsty as fuck, she was easily an 18 or 19 out of 10. The friendship started off normal enough. We hung out sometimes, had some good times, both spending money on each other. After about a month, we hung out all of the time, and she'd flirt with me occasionally. So after years of little female interest (I somehow scored a fuck buddy when I was around 290, with a racist of all things), I was face to face with a girl who seemed to like me. That hook and bait was deep into my flesh, she effectively had my dick in an armbar.
Like all desperate fools, I didn't want to fuck this up. So I treated that hooker like a queen. I spent my time exclusively with her, blowing my friends off on a consistent basis and coming up with bullshit excuses if she didn't want to tag along, so I could spend more time with her. I did whatever the fuck she wanted, resulting in shit like me watching the entire first season of Teen Mom and being the only dude at her Girl's Night Out (and being subjected to period talk, and other bullshit). I'd constantly buy her shit, and run errands. I was House slave like with my obedience and shuckin' and jivin' just to to make Masta happy (metaphor is an inside joke between me and a friend, sorry if it offends!). She was somewhat affectionate, but nothing groundbreaking, and after a while, I guess she picked up on me growing tired of the situation. So one night, she made out with me. As I said, I was thirsty as fuck, so I sprinted and slid head first into first base. We would cuddle and sleep in the same bed, and we'd make out and she'd let me feel her up. I thought this meant I was close to rounding those bases, but in reality, I was just her cuddle bitch. Whenever the subject of sex came up, she'd say "I'm not ready for that yet," which soon evolved into "I don't want to ruin our friendship." All of this while she was banging other dudes, and having threesomes with Brazilians. Despite knowing this, I was thirsty as fuck, and hinging on prospect of being able to tag in and have my turn.
I was pitiful as fuck. There was a time when she called me up, and asked if she could bring a 'friend' (ie. a dude she was fucking) over to my place so they could watch a movie on my big screen. Like the thirsty fuck that I was, I obliged, and was subject to watching them make out in front of me. Instead of manning up and throwing her ass out the room, I stared in disbelief, and then bounced for a few hours. I thought she would just leave, but a day later, my roommate asked me if I could not throw used condoms into our garbage in plain sight, and considering it wasn't mine, nor his, all signs pointed to the fact that she banged some dude in my place. But every time I'd throw down the gloves, and thought to myself "Fuck this shit," she'd reel me back in by making out and letting me advance the bases, albeit always short of home plate.
As this continued, I maintained my weight loss and started to pick up the weights, and I began reel in some other interested parties as my physical image normalized. Anyways, one day she went home for the weekend to make graduation preparations (she was a about a week or two from graduating, and I still had a year left), and with nobody to yank the leash, I finally took my friends up on their offer to go to party. Long story short, I hooked up with a girl I had talked to from time to time in one of my classes. I tore that ass up, and with each push, I regained some lost swagger and decency. Putting in a few hours work and coming up with some gash, and reflecting on the shit I put myself through for some damn kisses, cured me outright.
Now a freed slave, in the days leading up to her graduation, I was ready to tell her that I was done working her fields. I was going to be civil about it, but she confronted me when she heard through the grape vine that I hooked up with someone. Fuck that noise. I basically said: " I'm not going to lie, I like you. But I'm sick of being your lap bitch and getting treated like shit in return. Either be up front, throw down or fuck off." She chose the latter and after graduation, I never saw here again, until....
... About two months ago, I saw her at Sloane, a club in San Francisco. It'd been close to a year since we last talked, so we talked and filled in the 9-12 month gap for each other. I was already pretty wasted... one thing led to another, and I found myself back at her place knockin' boots. I woke up the next morning in her bed, hung over as fuck, and instead of being snuggled up with me, I found her on the bathroom floor hugging the toilet with some vomit in the bowl. I still hated this chick for how she played me, so I tracked down a pen and paper, wrote down "Now we're even," threw that shit beside her and bounced. Douche move, but I felt like a million bucks doing it. She left the saltiest text I've ever read, bringing up all the dudes she fucked while stringing me on for that entire school year. I had the biggest shit eating grin you'd ever seen plastered across my face, not only did she remove any chance of me feeling like shit for what I did, but I got to close the book on a chapter on my life that still haunted me till that day.
Never again.
deejay8595
my posts are "MEH"
THIS RIGHT HERE....LISTEN TO THIS MAN!!!
Once they person you had feelings for texts/calls you out the blue with "HEYYY!!"... You have them in your back pocket since they've been thinking about why you haven't contacted them. It's then your choice if you want to respond in 1 hour or 1-2 days. The longer you wait to respond, the more they will think something is wrong with themselves...
For those who have friends who are simping, I personally believe it's best to let them suffer through it, fall on their face a bit and (hopefully) come out of it stronger. Plus, your warning and insight will probably fall on deaf ears, or at least that's how it was for me and friends that I've attempted to have talks with since.
Unless they're draining their banks and buying other dude's girlsfriends a car (WTF?), then it's probably none of our business.
Unless they're draining their banks and buying other dude's girlsfriends a car (WTF?), then it's probably none of our business.
CountAntonius
Member
Absolutely cannot stand this term.
MuddyDonut
Member
Awareness is good.
WTF? Do these guys not have any dignity or self worth?
really good thread, one thing i think the OP missed out on though is that IMO when you do something for another person, it's not really simping if it's someone you don't care if they're thankful or not and not expecting anything back ie just doing it and being altruistic.
Still never an excuse to be a human doormat though, most important thing, be honest to yourself and don't be a sucker
Still never an excuse to be a human doormat though, most important thing, be honest to yourself and don't be a sucker
I'm simping allll the fucking time. It's awful.
Multiple times in high school, then things slowed down when I graduated. Met someone and dated her for 5 great years, but ultimately I didn't feel like we were right for each other, so I broke it off.
Since then, the simping started back up, hooray. Right now it's a girl I know and like, but she has no attraction to me. She loves having me around, just not "for that". She'll go on blind dates, then go out on the town and invite me...and I foolishly go. I'm pretty honest with her though, she'll ask me what I think of a guy, and I'm blunt with her. Usually along the lines of "my answer will be biased, you should ask someone else." and she doesn't seem to mind too much.
I'm thinking of just reducing as much contact as I can. It's not painful, it's just bothersome that I'm too damn nice and continue to do nice things for her for all the wrong reasons.
Multiple times in high school, then things slowed down when I graduated. Met someone and dated her for 5 great years, but ultimately I didn't feel like we were right for each other, so I broke it off.
Since then, the simping started back up, hooray. Right now it's a girl I know and like, but she has no attraction to me. She loves having me around, just not "for that". She'll go on blind dates, then go out on the town and invite me...and I foolishly go. I'm pretty honest with her though, she'll ask me what I think of a guy, and I'm blunt with her. Usually along the lines of "my answer will be biased, you should ask someone else." and she doesn't seem to mind too much.
I'm thinking of just reducing as much contact as I can. It's not painful, it's just bothersome that I'm too damn nice and continue to do nice things for her for all the wrong reasons.
The Return of
Banned
Hahaha, man, first congrats on the weight lost, but this story right here has me literally clapping for you haha. Awesome shit
This is some nice advice, not directed to the one who's simping, but to their friends. I've lost contact with a group of friends because of this (me being the fool), and it's rather stupid to get angry at someone because you don't want them hurt. The best way to learn is by experience, I think.
themustardman
Member
I'm the mustardman and I approve this thread. Ex simper. Disregard bullshit, acquire backbone and self worth.
Its cost me two really good friends.
There was one guy from college I was really cool with. We'd been friends since freshmen year, worked out together, partied, etc. He always had this thing for some mehtastic girl from Jersey though. Finally, during junior year they started "dating" - and it was really fucked up. They were "together" according to him, but he wasn't allowed to so much as hug her in public. Dude was making car payments for her, flying her and her family across the country, he even bought her whatever the fuck a friendship ring is.
We all tried talking to him at one point or another, but what really sent things past the point of no return was when we tried to give him an intervention (and it was exactly that, all of this had the man going broke... he was calling his mother twice a week for money). We drove up to the library and asked him to come back to my place for some beers, wings, football, etc. A typical guys night... he'd already said he had a lot on his mind and it sounded like a good idea. Dude hopped in.
Halfway out the parking lot, he says "I don't know man... I really should get back to her" and we're halfway out the gate so fuck turning around. Dude steps into our apartment to see a stack of receipts, text messages sent from his "girl" to other guys in our own group, beers, and a friend of that girl that says that he is straight up being used - this guy's response?
Take me back to campus or I will press charges. You all just kidnapped me.
Things were obviously never the same after that. We remained kindasorta friends, but all respect for that guy was gone. Especially since he continued to live out his frustrations in front of us as if that night never happened. As far as I know, he did leave her after another 2-3 years. He even got married - but according to the girl's friends, he still sends her things and tries to contact her.
I think that if we just left it alone entirely, he wouldn't have doubled down on himself to the point where he snapped. Can't really say either way, but at the same time I really think we could've stopped it from ever getting that bad in the first place. Kinda conflicted on the whole thing.
Yeah, that's an extreme case and I probably would have done the same, regardless of the state of our friendship afterwards. If a friend is going bankrupt because of some one sided relationship where he or she is getting played, then I'd consider planting a seed that potentially grows into him ending that relationship at the expense of our friendship a worthy trade off.
My brother does it for a girl who he dated for years and years. Can't remember why she left him. Actually I wonder if she actually really *ever* left him.
Is that weird? I think it is.
Because they still talk to each other on the phone. You know, she calls and complains about her relationship.
Her relationship with her husband. Because she's married. And my brother still thinks he has a chance.
So he still buys her Valentines day cards. Christmas gifts. Birthday gifts. And she sing songs little hints that mayyybe she will leave him some day and you're suuuch a good friend. So on and so forth.
What a fucking CHUMP.
Is that weird? I think it is.
Because they still talk to each other on the phone. You know, she calls and complains about her relationship.
Her relationship with her husband. Because she's married. And my brother still thinks he has a chance.
So he still buys her Valentines day cards. Christmas gifts. Birthday gifts. And she sing songs little hints that mayyybe she will leave him some day and you're suuuch a good friend. So on and so forth.
What a fucking CHUMP.
It really is though. I find that complications arise when people try to make things work with people they just shouldn't/can't be with. There are many, many women out there. Dwelling on one is folly.
Face it Tiger..
Banned
Anton Sugar
Member
Please tell me you responded with "K."
starchild excalibur
Member
Thread subscribed. I've probably been doing some form of simping through most of my adult life. Not to the extreme as a lot of people here, but simply by mostly just due to being attracted to girls who were already my friends.
I actually never bothered replying
Yeah, but I just kind of assume this was already part of the dating thread, the whole "Don't be a doormat thing."
Vermillion
Banned
I'm watching Regular Show right now, and Mordeccai is the perfect example of this.
Watering plants and doing everything for Margaret in the hopes he can date her. Sad story.
Watering plants and doing everything for Margaret in the hopes he can date her. Sad story.
That makes Milhouse the ultimate simp
The Insane Dufresne
Member
Speaking of that, a perfect example of simping gone wrong:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JpoYYC7lut8
Anton Sugar
Member
What a strangely specific alternative.
MorisUkunRasik
Member
I have thought this many times. Rigby knows whats up tho.
Aesius
Member
I simped so hard when my first longterm gf dumped me. Most painful lesson I ever learned. I straight up pulled out all the stops to get her back. Didn't work. Embarrassed the hell out of myself.
After my second gf and I broke up, I simped a little bit, but I caught myself and cut all contact. Saved my dignity.
Now I've been dating a different girl and all is well for a year and a half. I love her, but if the relationship ended tomorrow, I would be fine.
It's just something you have to live through really. The first few infatuations are so strong because you feel like you will never meet anyone like that ever again. Once you get out of that trap, it becomes much, much easier to move on. Hell, with the right confidence, it's actually exciting. It's like starting a new job.
After my second gf and I broke up, I simped a little bit, but I caught myself and cut all contact. Saved my dignity.
Now I've been dating a different girl and all is well for a year and a half. I love her, but if the relationship ended tomorrow, I would be fine.
It's just something you have to live through really. The first few infatuations are so strong because you feel like you will never meet anyone like that ever again. Once you get out of that trap, it becomes much, much easier to move on. Hell, with the right confidence, it's actually exciting. It's like starting a new job.
I had to write up a simping story about a friend.
This friend is overweight (although he adopted my diet and I took him to the gym, so he started to shed weight), and has been so for a while. He's not a particularly bad looking dude, and has one of those faces that you'd know would shape up nicely if he dropped down to a normal size. But he's nowhere near that yet, and as a result, doesn't have the confidence or composure to seek women out successfully.
Anyways, I met him last year, and he lived in the same off-campus apartment as me (he was my neighbor). From day one, he made friends with this little Cambodian chick (she was a hair over 5 foot on a good day) who was actually kind of cute.
Before I continue, I'd like to tell you a bit about this girl. The first day me and a friend had a real conversation with her, she told us how there was this one time where one of her friend's back home told her about jacking off their dog. Most people would break this friendship out of disgust, but not this girl, she told us she strapped on some gloves and gave her rabbit a stroke job with her fingers to see what would happen (side note, her rabbits name was Bird). I'm guessing she saw the look on our faces, because her next words were "I was young..." and me and my friend simultaneously pushed out a sigh of relief. Jacking off rabbits is fucked up in general, but young kids do stupid shit. Unfortunately her next words were "... I was 19." That's right, this crazy bitch was tossin' sexual favors to Thumper. She also told us that she threw this rabbit in the freezer, and then the oven for a little bit to warm him up after. And for some reason, her rabbits testicle was hanging out of its sack one day, and instead of taking it to a doctor like a normal human being, she took it upon herself to cut it off with some scissors. She claims the rabbit died of natural causes, but that motherfucker was living a hard life, dude probably offed himself. I always believed that everyone has that one thing they hide about themselves. Some shit they're too embarrassed/ashamed about to share, and if this girl was willing to tell this shit to some strangers, then I can only imagine what that one secret was. My friend, the simp, apparently knew this and was still trying to get in those pants.
So to get back to the story, my friend was hanging with this chick 24/7, blowing us off every time chance he got with bullshit excuse after bullshit excuse. It was a pretty typical one sided simp relation. He spent all of his time with her, spent all of his money on her, was constantly texting her when he wasn't with her, was running errands with her and generally demeaning himself to please her. She was hooking up with other dudes while stringing him along, one of which was my friend. Her housemate told me that she had the nerve to ask him if she could borrow his room while he was away visiting parents, because she had a friend coming over. Me and some friends used to joke around and say that her rabbit was getting more action than he was.
Timeout, this next shit is important. Bitch told us she had rape fantasies. She also found pleasure in getting hit. This one time we were all drunk, my friend made a bet with her. If he allowed her to punch him, then he got to slap her. She took the deal and punched home dude in the face. He second guessed the proposal and tried to back out, but she demanded that he slap her. He gave her a half-assed slap, but she wasn't having it. She was screaming "FUCKING HIT ME," grabbing his hand and slapping her face. Dude got pissed after a while, wound up, and popped her dead in the jaw with a decent overhand. Bitch's knees buckled, and she dropped to the ground. We thought homeboy put her out, but she jumped back to her feet, and started laughing. More on this later.
Anyways, on the night of my birthday party, apparently they both got drunk and hooked up. According to her roommate, this was the first time they had kissed, fucked, etc. I was glad for the dude. Most dudes go through this shit and don't get to put it in, but I guess there's exceptions to everything. They became a couple thereafter. He was still this girl's bitch, and little had changed on that front, but dude was still tearin' it up in bed, so if hes willing to go through hell to dig into some clam, then that's on him.
Me and my friends dropped the subject from our minds until her roommate approached us, completely sick of this girl, and came with some details. As I told you before, this Cambodian psycho was socially retarded and had little in the way of a mental filter, so it's not surprising that her roommate knew so much considering this girl was spilling secrets to us the first time we hung out. The worst thing she told us is that this cunt ordered some hair wax, and forced my friend to shave his chest and arm pits. He said no at first, so she threatened to break up with him if he didn't. He obliged in the end. Apparently he was bleeding like hell, and tearing up once they got to his pits, and instead of being sympathetic, this crazy hooker was laughing like this shit was the 40 Year Old Virgin. I guess the threat of breaking up with him is her go to card, and she's done it numerous times. She's constantly told her roommate that she's going to break up with him when she graduates, and apparently shes told this to my friend's face as well, but he takes it as a joke while her roommate and everyone else are damn sure that she's serious.
Also, as I said before, I took this dude to the gym with me sometimes. We were on the assisted pull-up machine, and I noticed that he had huge bruises all across his back and sides. He was also bruised on his stomach and upper arms. I asked the roommate during the above conversation, and apparently this girl told her that she enjoys pain while having sex, and that the two exchange punches and bites while doing it. I know people are into some kinky shit, but Jesus Christ.
She's just an inherently evil person IMO. The simp in question told me a story about how this girl had agreed to a date with some person from school, but had second thoughts the night of the date. Instead of canceling it, she invited my friend, the simp, and a bunch of other friends to go with her on this date. So dude comes for a date, ready to get his mack on, but is met with a crowd. That's some cold blooded shit.
I want to confront my friend about this, but I don't know if words are going to get through to a person who allows himself to be punked to such a ridiculous degree. She constantly tells him he's gaining weight (he's not), that whatever haircut he gets looks like shit, etc. She just beats on him 24/7 and I personally can't recall a kind word from her towards him, or anyone. I've been hoping that he'd grow a pair and take control, or maybe she'd break it off, but shit is a firm as ever and dude's still kissing ass harder than a leech.
But I've graduated now, and that shit ain't my problem anymore.
This friend is overweight (although he adopted my diet and I took him to the gym, so he started to shed weight), and has been so for a while. He's not a particularly bad looking dude, and has one of those faces that you'd know would shape up nicely if he dropped down to a normal size. But he's nowhere near that yet, and as a result, doesn't have the confidence or composure to seek women out successfully.
Anyways, I met him last year, and he lived in the same off-campus apartment as me (he was my neighbor). From day one, he made friends with this little Cambodian chick (she was a hair over 5 foot on a good day) who was actually kind of cute.
Before I continue, I'd like to tell you a bit about this girl. The first day me and a friend had a real conversation with her, she told us how there was this one time where one of her friend's back home told her about jacking off their dog. Most people would break this friendship out of disgust, but not this girl, she told us she strapped on some gloves and gave her rabbit a stroke job with her fingers to see what would happen (side note, her rabbits name was Bird). I'm guessing she saw the look on our faces, because her next words were "I was young..." and me and my friend simultaneously pushed out a sigh of relief. Jacking off rabbits is fucked up in general, but young kids do stupid shit. Unfortunately her next words were "... I was 19." That's right, this crazy bitch was tossin' sexual favors to Thumper. She also told us that she threw this rabbit in the freezer, and then the oven for a little bit to warm him up after. And for some reason, her rabbits testicle was hanging out of its sack one day, and instead of taking it to a doctor like a normal human being, she took it upon herself to cut it off with some scissors. She claims the rabbit died of natural causes, but that motherfucker was living a hard life, dude probably offed himself. I always believed that everyone has that one thing they hide about themselves. Some shit they're too embarrassed/ashamed about to share, and if this girl was willing to tell this shit to some strangers, then I can only imagine what that one secret was. My friend, the simp, apparently knew this and was still trying to get in those pants.
So to get back to the story, my friend was hanging with this chick 24/7, blowing us off every time chance he got with bullshit excuse after bullshit excuse. It was a pretty typical one sided simp relation. He spent all of his time with her, spent all of his money on her, was constantly texting her when he wasn't with her, was running errands with her and generally demeaning himself to please her. She was hooking up with other dudes while stringing him along, one of which was my friend. Her housemate told me that she had the nerve to ask him if she could borrow his room while he was away visiting parents, because she had a friend coming over. Me and some friends used to joke around and say that her rabbit was getting more action than he was.
Timeout, this next shit is important. Bitch told us she had rape fantasies. She also found pleasure in getting hit. This one time we were all drunk, my friend made a bet with her. If he allowed her to punch him, then he got to slap her. She took the deal and punched home dude in the face. He second guessed the proposal and tried to back out, but she demanded that he slap her. He gave her a half-assed slap, but she wasn't having it. She was screaming "FUCKING HIT ME," grabbing his hand and slapping her face. Dude got pissed after a while, wound up, and popped her dead in the jaw with a decent overhand. Bitch's knees buckled, and she dropped to the ground. We thought homeboy put her out, but she jumped back to her feet, and started laughing. More on this later.
Anyways, on the night of my birthday party, apparently they both got drunk and hooked up. According to her roommate, this was the first time they had kissed, fucked, etc. I was glad for the dude. Most dudes go through this shit and don't get to put it in, but I guess there's exceptions to everything. They became a couple thereafter. He was still this girl's bitch, and little had changed on that front, but dude was still tearin' it up in bed, so if hes willing to go through hell to dig into some clam, then that's on him.
Me and my friends dropped the subject from our minds until her roommate approached us, completely sick of this girl, and came with some details. As I told you before, this Cambodian psycho was socially retarded and had little in the way of a mental filter, so it's not surprising that her roommate knew so much considering this girl was spilling secrets to us the first time we hung out. The worst thing she told us is that this cunt ordered some hair wax, and forced my friend to shave his chest and arm pits. He said no at first, so she threatened to break up with him if he didn't. He obliged in the end. Apparently he was bleeding like hell, and tearing up once they got to his pits, and instead of being sympathetic, this crazy hooker was laughing like this shit was the 40 Year Old Virgin. I guess the threat of breaking up with him is her go to card, and she's done it numerous times. She's constantly told her roommate that she's going to break up with him when she graduates, and apparently shes told this to my friend's face as well, but he takes it as a joke while her roommate and everyone else are damn sure that she's serious.
Also, as I said before, I took this dude to the gym with me sometimes. We were on the assisted pull-up machine, and I noticed that he had huge bruises all across his back and sides. He was also bruised on his stomach and upper arms. I asked the roommate during the above conversation, and apparently this girl told her that she enjoys pain while having sex, and that the two exchange punches and bites while doing it. I know people are into some kinky shit, but Jesus Christ.
She's just an inherently evil person IMO. The simp in question told me a story about how this girl had agreed to a date with some person from school, but had second thoughts the night of the date. Instead of canceling it, she invited my friend, the simp, and a bunch of other friends to go with her on this date. So dude comes for a date, ready to get his mack on, but is met with a crowd. That's some cold blooded shit.
I want to confront my friend about this, but I don't know if words are going to get through to a person who allows himself to be punked to such a ridiculous degree. She constantly tells him he's gaining weight (he's not), that whatever haircut he gets looks like shit, etc. She just beats on him 24/7 and I personally can't recall a kind word from her towards him, or anyone. I've been hoping that he'd grow a pair and take control, or maybe she'd break it off, but shit is a firm as ever and dude's still kissing ass harder than a leech.
But I've graduated now, and that shit ain't my problem anymore.
So true. For me it was also my first real gf. I realized after a couple months that the breakup was the best thing that could've happened and I learned alot.
This is an experience you need to go through and you will eventually learn from it.
And in all honestly, try your hardest not to get emotionally attached as that way you won't get hurt. Never dedicate your life to one particular person (unless that person is your spouse of course). Always have other people/things on the side to keep you busy.
Douche McBaggins The 3rd
Junior Member
You know there is actually a Super Simp that's very real. He has a theme song too. Look below
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X69if5C3i9o
Stop men from putting on their cape!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X69if5C3i9o
Stop men from putting on their cape!
Actually it is.
what the fuck
I don't think so. The extent that some people go to in order to bend over backwards for another person is sometimes so extreme that they don't even know how to deal with them other than by taking what they offer because the alternative, possibly breaking their psyche, seems worse.
lawlohwhat
Banned
There is a broader issue at work when it comes to these situations, as anyone could be irrationally and unhealthfully attached to any number of things. People are alcoholics, gambling addicts, collectors of ridiculous amounts of MLP dolls, etc. Whatever the fuck simping is is a sign of an addiction to consumption, which is itself a turning-inward, fueled by a driving need for excessive expenditure of oneself. This expenditure is directed toward a fixation upon an unobtainable object, in this case a woman, who herself is transformed into a product -- and this is likely because our culture places such a strong value upon obtaining The Object of desire.
By an expenditure of self, I mean that the value of the object is in tandem with the self-image of the person who desires it, and that this person is expending their own energy in an effort to own something -- for themselves, and within themselves -- that cannot be owned. We see irrational displays of excess all the time, from suicide bombers who give their lives for whatever stupid cause to millionaires who buy yachts that have dick massaging fleshlights in their onboard hot tubs.
It happens that the attempt to live out this display of excess energy, is in this case an expenditure by a wishful consumer who wants to give himself away in order to possess a fantasy. Since that fantasy is impossible, there is a further turning-inward, and the object becomes that much more fantastic, even religious. It's no surprise that the base structure of the madness of loving someone, which is itself a fundamentally human experience, is hijacked by popular media, such that hallmark cards, disney movies, and kodak ads present a fantastical narrative that places monetary value upon friends, lovers, and family.
tl;dr - people get attached to attaining stupid shit all the time because we live in a society where our strongest myth is the myth of a happy and fulfilled life via the consumption of objects. Also, women are considered objects.
By an expenditure of self, I mean that the value of the object is in tandem with the self-image of the person who desires it, and that this person is expending their own energy in an effort to own something -- for themselves, and within themselves -- that cannot be owned. We see irrational displays of excess all the time, from suicide bombers who give their lives for whatever stupid cause to millionaires who buy yachts that have dick massaging fleshlights in their onboard hot tubs.
It happens that the attempt to live out this display of excess energy, is in this case an expenditure by a wishful consumer who wants to give himself away in order to possess a fantasy. Since that fantasy is impossible, there is a further turning-inward, and the object becomes that much more fantastic, even religious. It's no surprise that the base structure of the madness of loving someone, which is itself a fundamentally human experience, is hijacked by popular media, such that hallmark cards, disney movies, and kodak ads present a fantastical narrative that places monetary value upon friends, lovers, and family.
tl;dr - people get attached to attaining stupid shit all the time because we live in a society where our strongest myth is the myth of a happy and fulfilled life via the consumption of objects. Also, women are considered objects.
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