The storyline of this game hit deeply, on a philosophical/contemplating level. Well, that was unexpected.
I'm writing this to say hi to fellow old losers. Any of you out there?
If you add years and years to your existence on this planet and you have a semblance of self-awareness developed, you start to see things developing, changing...
... and if you are in the position of a loser, you may see this development as an impending doom. Hell, at least I see it that way. Other guys hit their life events right on time... they get the girlfriends, the life experiences together, the careers, the children... and yet, you stay fucked, stuck.
I mean... I'm not even in my 40s yet. I'm not fat (despite the nickname), not overly broke, not a smoker, or not nearly as bad as the MC in hygiene, habits and self-care. However, it is just that... as a man, you are expected to perform at a certain level (professionally, socially, and so on). If you don't perform on par, years go by, and boom, you are now a loser - or laughing stock.
For example, my case is that of a low social IQ. I don't generally read social cues all that well, I don't calibrate to social situations easily, and as result of such, I don't perform on par when it comes to seducing women... flirting becomes cringe, and the women boycott such a man. And boom, a loser is born.
Kind of useless to be in such a predicament while being blessed by having a big dick, when you don't get the option to use it, duh! Here, I'd much rather be the fat, messy guy - that would give me a crearer roadmap on how to fix things, you know.
This game, and the MC's contempations, hell, it is an interesting premise. When you are young, and when you can develop these relationships with these beautiful young women full of life and optimism, and yet you don't go for it due to cowardice or being oblivious, huh. However, I got to say that the MC of this story had a "lucky" past indeed - so many hot women around. So unlike my own childhood of mental deprivation, loser absentee parents, and the loser/anxious mental models they instilled onto me - that boy didn't stand no chance with no girls to begin with - there weren't any with potential interest.
What say you, fellow old losers? Where are you in life, what are your perspectives?
We may not get magical second chances, but are we going to fix our circumstances or what?
To kind of end on a philosophical level here for us losers: what is life, and what can it offer to us?