Ya'll don't even know the definitions of the terms ya'll be using. It's only simping if the energy isn't returned.
God forbid you are nice to a woman that's nice to you.
Those of us who have TRULY lived the Simp life know EXACTLY what the definition is thank you very much.
This has NOTHING to do with being “nice” to
Women. Any relationship you are in should have good communication and positive vibes.
Simping is going out of your natural character or overextending yourself in the hopes of gaining the love and respect of a woman who simply wasn’t into you in the first place.
Its being stuck in the friendzone and thinking that if you show her how different you are from the other a$$holes who gave her nothing but dikk and bubblegum and sent her home crying to her pillow every night while memorizing every word to Lauryn Hill’s Ex-Factor, she’ll wise up and choose you
Its allowing YOURSELF to forgo warning signs of her being manipulative, flakey, or flighty because you used to spend hours sitting on a bench overlooking a beautiful sunset talking about your hopes and dreams while holding hands and her telling you how she feels you two are “soul-mates”.
Its about holding in that spirit crushing pain of watching her date and smash the next dude because she wants to live her life and have fun while she’s young and she feels like a relationship with you would be too “safe” for her at this particular time in your life. So you stubbornly, stupidly, against ALL logic stick around, being her “listening buddy”. Her “study partner”. Her “best male friend” whom she can fall asleep on your shoulder with the reassurance that nothing will happen until she gets the text from the Alpha nikka and had to jet. Meanwhile you are stuck at the dorm/apartment/crib masturbating to Vivica Fox and Halle Berry’s sex scenes in Why Do Fools Fall In Love while she’s getting her back BLOWN ALL THE WAY OUT by Tyrone the weed dealer.
You see simping almost has NOTHING to do with the woman herself, and everything to do with the unrealistically romanticized fantasy that we have allowed ourselves to fall into regarding the pedestal we have placed this woman on. Its about refusing to be up on game, ignoring every sign and sympton, being addicted to replaying out the Usher “U Got It Bad” dance in the rain routine because the pain and disappointment of yet another unrequited love interest has become the reality. It is not a flaw of women.
It is a flaw of SELF. And thats what makes it so disgusting and vile. It is a self inflicted disease from which only the strongest have the tenacity to admit and move on from.
