Do you have a dumb question that you're kind of embarrassed to ask in the main thread? Is there something you're just not sure about?
This is your opportunity to ask questions. No question too simple or too silly.
Culture war topics are accepted, and proposals for a better intro post are appreciated.
Jump in the discussion.
No email address required.
Notes -
I gather that you are not terribly optimistic about my chances of surviving the Hock.
I'm sorry: that joke was in bad taste. I don't want you to die. But in all seriousness your odds are less than 100%. People have died doing this. Is that the point of your hock?
I think you're just rationalizing reasons to run away. The real Hock is trying to meet women and getting turned down seemingly-endlessly. It's torture, and I can understand why you'd flinch away from that prospect to construct elaborate fantasies that involve becoming a wilderness mountain man.
But please work on yourself. Find some resources for how to attract women. And please don't post about here until you've found yourself a good woman.
yeschad.jpg; the Hock is basically my homebrew substitute for war with far less potential for moral injury and far less potential to live as a horribly maimed cripple; the Hock provideth through victory or death. Like Everest or even K2: most people that attempt it either come back more or less in one piece, or not at all.Probably a good deal less torturous than a 100-mile solo ski journey through the Alaskan wilderness in temperatures that may be colder than 40 below zero, staring your own death in the face.
Elaborate fantasies, my left foot. If all goes according to plan, I'll start the Hock at dawn on February 13, 2024. If you do not hear back from me by April 1, I have most likely died in the Alaskan wilderness; I will have left instructions for my next of kin and anyone that would search for or attempt to rescue me to NOT endanger themselves and expend resources by attempting to recover me, dead or alive. These writings are at least partially something that would explain or describe for posterity the thought processes of Skookum, the First Hockmaxxer, if he dies on his most excellent adventure. I know I'm maybe three parts Chris McCandless to one Don Quixote, but hey, what the hell...
Do I need to post proof that I am in possession of a one-way plane ticket to Fairbanks?
I am also still waiting for a picture that proves your irrecoverable unattractiveness.
While I'm solidly below average physically, I'm no Quasimodo. The unattractiveness isn't the kind that can be readily captured in still photos.
For an extreme example, consider Elliot Rodger. Was it his physical appearance that was the problem?
No, it was his social awkwardness, introversion, lack of people skills and narcissistic entitlement - his physical appearance had essentially nothing to do with his loneliness. I very much doubt going to Alaska for however long would have helped him with any of the above.
If he cooked up anything that was hock like, he would definitely not have the same type of narcissistic entitlement. Supreme Gentlemen are already Supreme and so don't need to fucking Hockmaxx.
I'm sure others have said this before, and I know this isn't kind - so I apologise, but you have this exactly backwards. It is because of the narcissistic entitlement that he would have required the hock to be a good man.
Similarly it is because of your narcissistic tendencies that you think you require the hock to become a good man. If you can cut out that narcissism you won't need the hock, but if you don't you will surely need it. Because the hock is, and has always been, about you. And given you are already at the point where you have decided, no matter what anyone else says, that you are disgusting and unworthy of love, that nobody else's opinion matters, more narcissism isn't going to help.
What do you think will happen, once you have conquered the hock and found a boyfriend-free girl of your own? You live happily ever after? With a woman you know for a fact (in your mind) wouldn't give you the time of day if you hadn't gone camping? You would not trust her, you would resent her and even grow to hate her. She would become a totem of your inadequacy, reminding you every time you saw her that you are disgusting.
The crazy part to me is that the hock has worked already, in its capacity as a way to prove to yourself that you have the courage to face constant rejection. Because the hock has already proven that you don't have any reason to fear rejection. From the second you first mentioned it you have been mocked and ridiculed for it, so much so that it's a motte meme. And yet your confidence in it doesn't falter. Now you just need to overcome the hock in your mind that tells you being romantically rejected is any different.
I have people that think the Hock is a good idea. And also: "boyfriend-free girl" - I don't care too much about how many previous partners she's had, to be honest. Also, I get the Chris-Chan reference; don't you think I'm at least more competent and less of a weird asshole than that motherfucker? Come on. Even in their prime, that person had to think "Bruh, I'm out of shape AF, I'd be a goddamn popsicle." And I'm in good enough shape to think I can make it through the Hock, I'm well educated, decently determined...the Hock provideth, brother.
/images/16997770122967982.webp
More options
Context Copy link
More options
Context Copy link
More options
Context Copy link
More options
Context Copy link
More options
Context Copy link
More options
Context Copy link
More options
Context Copy link
More options
Context Copy link
More options
Context Copy link