##Normal Logic##You see a stupidly hot chick posting a belfie on instagram.
You like some of her photos expecting that she likes some of yours back.
If she does, you start engaging with her and hopefully in some days she is on her knees politely awaiting for the glorious pearl necklace you are about to shoot on her.
End of story. ##Getbig Logic##You see a stupidly hot chick posting a belfie on instagram.
Being the highly inteligent stud you are, you quickly realize how retarded she must be to post pictures like that on a social network and decide it's time start a thread on getbig to share your feelings about this matter with your getbig broes.
You upload her pic on the site, write your rumblings and hit the post button.
Then you immediately begin lurking in random threads to search for some new man-in-thongs pics to entertain yourself while you anxiously wait for the replies in the thread you just started.
The replies start coming in, and the most of them agrees with you on how "stupid" this "attention whore" is, and how she should "burn in hell" for doing thins like "that".
The immediate acceptance you get of your peers makes you feel all hyped up. You take off your shirt - if you are not already naked while browsing a bbing website composed of mostly men - and go directly to the bathroom to hit some mandatories in front of the mirror.
You mentally repeat to yourself: "no homo" and "boooom" like a mantra after every pose you hit.
You start getting pumped up with all this situation and decides this is the perfect time to hit some weights: you prepare yourself to go to the gym.
You get dressed up and when you are finally ready to go pump some iron, you decide to check getbig "one last time" "just in case" there are more replies to your thread.
You reload your browser and suddenly pops up a thread with a refreshing and brand new Dorian vs Coleman debate.
You can't help it so you click on it and there is already a furious discussions going between the getbig broes trying to decide who is the man-in-thong that deserves the philosophical plastic trophy crown.
You think: shit just got real and this debate NEEDS my qualified opinion on the matter. I have saved in my hard drive the pictures that will FINALLY will prove who is the GOAT bodybuilder and end this epic debate for once and for all.
The gym will have to wait. You undress yourself again and get prepared for another epic Dorian vs Coleman keyboard war session that is about begin
You open the thread, start uploading "new" pics and write your first analytical assertions on the matter.
You think, with a smirk, "this time will be different".