Cell Phones: The End of Mankind
by Galaxy Verge
August 15, 2024

Yesterday, I went on a first date with a woman. We met through Bumble, a popular online dating service. She is 31 and I am 38. She suggested that we meet, and so we decided on a location midway between us, a restaurant with a beautiful waterside scenic view. I prepared more for this first date than I have ever prepared for another woman, including cleaning my car, buying new dress clothes, ironing my shirts, and writing her a nice letter and a poem to give her in person.

I arrived a couple hours early to the location. She arrived about an hour late, just when I finished my meal.

She didn't want to eat by herself, so I ordered a salad to eat with her. She barely touched her food.

Later on, she also wanted ice cream, so I bought dessert for her too, which she barely touched.

I gave her my undivided attention the entire day. She kept going to the ladies room, even though the first time I found she had left the building instead.

She took selfies almost the entire time. She must have taken 200 photos of herself in front of me, telling me I couldn't be in the picture with her and not wanting me to take any photos of her myself. The only thing that stopped her was her phone's battery running low from all the selfies she took. Her vanity was off the charts.

As far as our viewpoints and apparent values, we had a great connection.

After the date, she unmatched with me. I had given her my full name and phone number. She never reciprocated or used it to contact me.

Her father died when she was young. She said that she had been hurt by a lot of men, but that was years ago and she was over it. I told her simply, "Yeah, you're not over it."

My main love languages are quality time and physical touch. I told her this. She did not even want to hold my hand or give me a hug. Yet she later told me physical touch is her main love language. Her constant cell phone use in front of me absolutely failed my need for quality time. I felt like walking away and crying because I had thought she was interested in me.

That's why I am writing this.

This first and last date has given me an epiphany about society. I strongly believe that cell phones are the death of mankind.

You hold your phone.
You stare at your phone.
You interact into your phone.
You touch your phone.
You talk to your phone.
Your phone has seen you in good times and bad times.
Your phone is there for you in sickness and in health.
You fear losing your phone.
Your phone has seen the most intimate parts of you.
When you see something great, you want to show it to your phone.
When you want to learn, you ask your phone.
Your phone even corrects your grammar and spelling.
If you are lost, you stop and ask your phone for directions.
When you are in danger, you cling to your phone. That's why your phone is there. Your phone is your protective father to replace the man who your single mother divorced.

In short, your phone is a replacement for God, your father, and every male figure in your life. In response, you expect every man in your life to be like your phone: an inanimate, unresponsive, unaffected vessel to vent yourself upon, who doesn't challenge you to guide you into ways you didn't tell it to or give you answers to your search queries that you didn't want to hear.

But the problem is, you are alone because you expect men to be your phone, a tool to use when you want it. You do not want a man to lead you, even though that is who men are. You don't want a man, you want your phone.

Your phone is why you are alone.

I do not need statistics or fancy studies to tell you what you can plainly observe yourself.

By the time a man is in his late 30's, his body starts shutting down if he does not have physical touch with a romantic woman partner. The pain of a man not having physical touch with a woman is real and terrible, like a lifelong solitary confinement, a living death, a living hell. This is not a disease, it is fact and truth of reality. You will never understand until you experience it yourself.

Even a child needs to be touched all the time by its parents in order for its body to grow properly, particularly its nervous, circulatory, and immune systems. The elephant in the room is that this need does not suddenly end when you reach a certain age. But for no apparent reason, civilization seeks to completely destroy men and women under immense dishonesty and the end of close family ties. Solitary confinement and loneliness, transactional physical touch at bare minimum, no emotions to show weakness of your being a human. No, you must be like a machine, men: cold, detatched, usable, and replaceable, like a cell phone. Except that you're a human, not a cell phone. You are biological, not synthetic. But no one cares how men feel, so the suicide rate among single men is unfathomable.

In 2020, the world was traumatized by the Satanic Empire putting society into lockdown and demanding "social distancing" which is solitary confinement, which is proven to be the most effective torture tactic against a human. Everyone innately knows loneliness is misery. Certainly there are laws for prisons limiting maximum duration of solitary confinement because it kills a man slowly and horrendously.

Humans biologically need humans. And it is high time that humanity wakes up and admits that we need each other in order to survive.

If you touch your phone more than you touch another human being, you are physically dying. And the only energy your phone is giving back to you is deadly EMF. Wake up, women. Put away your phones and touch a man.

-- GXV