Meanwhile Down Manosphere

CORRECT ME IF I'M WRONG BUT, As I turn 52 this year, I have realised, as a man, no one cares about you. Not your wife. Not your family. Not your friends. Not your workmates. Nobody. People act like they care, but deep down, they don't. You are on your own. Always on your own. It's everyone else who is callous.  I can tell this because every time I walk in a room everyone else walks out.  I'm not the problem here.  Everyone else is fake.  It's not fair that no one's there just because I tell them to go away all the time.  They just pretend to try and love and support me but I'm not fooled so I tell everyone else to go away.  And they do because they just don't care.  I'm always on my own.  Even when everyone else is doing things for me.  My name is William Nomates and you'll find me down social media cheering everyone up with my sunny persona.  By the way, when I say correct me if I'm wrong what I mean is I am wrong but I will never let anyone correct me.  Because I'm always right.  They say you can't always be right and in a relationship but I am right.  Very far right.  Right.  People should stand by me like I'm a bus stop so I can take them for a ride and not press the request stop button because it slows everything down which is why there's a public transport strike.  Because nobody cares about you.  What a woman is looking for in a man is self pity.  If you can sit in a corner of a pub telling other men how terrible women are and that you're on your own, they'll soon be on their own too.  Ideally you should be home alone but you can't bring anyone else down unless you mix with them.  Remember they don't really care about you so they deserve to be miserable too.