My daughter plays college volleyball and we had a playoff game in Toronto against a much larger college that has a trans bio male playing on their team. He jumps twice as high and hits twice as hard as any girl in the league. They set him 8/10 plays the first two games and just demoralized our players. Watching him prance around in his pink shoes celebrating and getting hugs from his teammates after every point was making my blood boil.
I gave my daughter a pep talk and said he is a mental case and if you can get him shaken he will meltdown as I know he has to be mentally weak. Start of game 3 I started shouting and cheering even louder and she blocked his next three spike attempts and he had a complete emotional meltdown as predicted. Stomping his feet like an 8 year old. That was the start of an amazing come back to win 3 games to 2 and put them out of the playoffs. A parent from the other team and I almost got into a fight over my boisterous cheers and I told him to kiss my ass. At the end of the match I told him "Now that was some poetic social justice right there. I guess you all will have to recruit more guys next year if you want to win." Felt so good! My daughter and her teammates were all tears after the match as they knew they had overcome long odds for the win.
One of my friends is transitioning right now. Their posts are constant virtue signaling looking for affirmation. Guess he’s trying to replace what he never got from his dad. It’s very sad to see.
I am giving them the benefit of the doubt for now. He’s a genuinely nice person and the mentally ill need friends too.
Well koodos to you I would have ghosted the weirdo.
""THEM""....
Keep Playing ""Lets Pretend"" with your Friend, and YOU are not an actual Friend to him, you're just feeding his insanity, and it's the same as being s drug pusher, pretending to be friends with an addict who is trying to get clean....
Keep going, but in the end....
I’m not pretending at all. Just the other day we were talking about how people build fake Ferrari kit cars. At the end of the day they aren’t super cars and just a mutilated donor car with some accessories bolted on.
It’s tough work as he’s built up a sizable harem of women who have long since friend zoned him trying to help him find his real happiness.