Its the underpants stalker,who set his building on fire to meet her

Oh, Alison XD

Clevin you are not a lucky man.

I don’t know whether seeing sad Klevin or mad Klevin would be worse. Sad Klevin is like a kicked puppy, mad Klevin is like that puppy turning out to be an entitled whiner.

Poor Klevin.

Also, he’s sexy.

Almost… too sexy…

I smell a supervillain in disguise.

Max, did you color coordinate on purpose?

Geeze, as if it wasn’t tough enough asking a woman for a date when you know she can slap you with a battleship.

Is it just me, or does he look different with clothes on?

Am I the only one that is worried that Al is about to get nice guyed?

This season on SFP someone will DIE! Someone will fly…!

Just started this comic and read in in one sitting, it’s awesome! And characters actually use common sense 😀

“But I really don’t deal well with people who decide they can just impose their own cultural scripts – or hell, just their own wishful thing – on me. Or any other obligations that I haven’t actually agreed to.
Grr. Right up there with ‘I am appalled and horrified because you have gone ahead and done exactly the think you told me that you were going to do.'”
Same deal here, I guess everyone I dated just wasn’t a shithead like the people you dealt with. I have no tolerance for any of that, be it religious beliefs, not paying attention to what I declare, believing in conventional idiomatic nonsense which means the precise opposite of the words that I use over my word, or just not having a sense of humor about the fact that the environment they were brought up in is just as arbitrary as any other.
This crap that people by into is on them, it will always be on them to learn that people will not always cater to their particular culture. That people need to be given a reason to do things or have some sort of internal incentive to act. And that people do not all have the same general sets of incentives and constraints.
My culture may not be inherently superior to anyone else’s but I don’t demand that they follow the rules I apply to myself. I merely hold it against them that they have terrible standards that I will never follow and move on with my life of not catering to stupid cultural traditions.

It also probably has everything to do with the coincidental selection process I unconsciously go through simply by being more reserved and socially inert than most anybody I know (including both of the people I know who were diagnosed with Asperger’s syndrome).
I don’t make friends with people that consider me a flake for not contacting them in over a week or so.
I don’t make friends with people that only invite me to stupid shit I don’t care about.
I don’t make friends with people that expect me to initiate small talk when I prefer silence or replying to what other people have to say.
I don’t make friends that think all silence is awkward silence.
I don’t make friends with people who are incapable of using the word “acquaintance” even in an ironic sense.
I don’t make friends with people that prefer to hang out with at least 4 people over just one person.
I don’t make friends with anyone that values party time over learning.
I don’t make friends with anyone that writes me off simply because almost all alcoholic drinks smell terrible & taste worse.
I don’t make friends with anyone that finds videogame subcultures to be distasteful or “nerd shit.”
I get annoyed easily by egocentric presumptions about introverts being nothing more than shy extroverts, and either confront such statements or don’t bother treating that person like a well-informed adult.
The list goes on, but I generally don’t waste much of any time with people that feel like being a friend to me is too much work (frankly it is more work than with extroverts). Further, I was never lonely enough to make an effort to make friends.
This all obviously reduces the friends I make (which was never a problem for me), but basically ensures that I know the person’s philosophy on almost all agency-related crap & social kowtowing before I even contemplate romance. I establish my boundaries simply by being very difficult to leverage any sort of social pressure towards. I am not a chill dude, I don’t mimic other people unless I consciously choose to, and I probably haven’t given people the benefit of the doubt prior to making friends for the entirety of my adolescence.

…and it takes a raving like this to recognize just how much of an individualist I act like. Wowowowow this is a lot of individualism, no wonder I’ve been so pretentious until my first year of college,