Wants in a Blue Moon—An Anti-Social Social Club

To the anti-social moths taking flight, let’s be honest.

Your social quota is obscenely low: lower than low-riding denims worn by butt-cracking teens. Yet somehow you still crave a shred of meaningful human connection before you fully commit to being a misanthropic hermit crab. You don’t need more friends, but you can’t quite stand being forever alone with your thoughts either. Yet your social wants are as rare and fleeting as a blue moon.

So, here's my value proposition. Imagine this: A no-strings-attached chitchat. A conversational one-night stand, if you will. No follow-up texts, no awkward promises that “we should do this again.” Just a brief fireside chat before the pre-agreed, mandatory ghosting.

Our Ethos:

• Frequency: We are DTF (Down-To-Fellowship) once, maybe twice in a blue moon when the celestial bodies vaguely align and our inner lycan howls for social contact. Awooooo!
• Discussion: Our NSFW (Not Suitable For Wankers) topics range from pop-culture obsessions and philosophical thought experiments to critical thinking subjects and silly shower thoughts. We may not take ourselves too seriously, but we're seriously allergic to obnoxious A-holes.
• Venue: Online, a suitable cafe, a community open space, or inside our own heads. We are anti-social moths, not social butterflies. Stop badgering us for specifics!
• Duration: ≤ 60 minutes. Hard stop. We all have other, more important💩to do.

Our Rules:

1. The No.1 Golden Rule: No Bad Faith Arguments. We’re here to kill boredom, not each other’s patience. Agree to disagree and move on. Character Assassins, Grammar Nazis, Cherry-Pickers, Dunning-Kruger Effectors, Whataboutism Ninjas, and Gotcha Experts: your attendance is conditional on your compliance with the rules. The only beef we'd like to have with people is Wagyu beef. The only jerk on the menu is beef jerky. Monopolize our time and you do not pass go, do not collect $200! You go to the kind of jail we build for social pariahs. We will... *drumroll... SHUN you. (Note: we don’t actually serve any kind of beef.)
2. The 2nd Rule: No Monologuing. If someone yells “stop!”, roll their eyes, or taps out, the speech is over. You may be a broken record, but we are not your gramophone. State your point. Then stop talking. Listen or the rest of us will quietly glide away.
3. 3rd Rule: No Oversharing. This is a discussion, not your therapy session. If you turn it into one, the rate is 100 SGD per nanosecond. We take PayLah, VISA, or MasterCard only. CDC vouchers are not accepted.
4. 4th: Behave Yourself.
   Need to rant? Use Reddit.
   Feeling Horny? Reinstall Tinder or Grindr.
   Urge to Humblebrag? That’s what your Instagram, Facebook, and LinkedIn accounts are for. We offer no luggage allowance for your emotional, sexual, or professional baggage, so leave your impulses at home.

Our Format (Because spontaneity is just too hard):

• Introductions: Say your name. Tell us why you’re here (or don't.) That’s it. We don’t need your origin story or your villain arc. Save it for your memoir or biopic.
• Quick Announcement: Usually just me stammering and stuttering awkwardly about what time we should all fuck off... separately.
• Discussion: I’ll start, briefly. Then you may, carry on, briefly. And we can all pretend the conversation is organic and range-free. 🐓🥚

So, join us in body, spirit, or absence. It won’t matter. Coz none of us will remember any of this shit when we're on our deathbeds.

⚠️WARNING: If you are reading this, this is a warning that this group is a dead or alive social experiment🐈‍⬛💀. But the rough idea is this: Low-effort, low-pressure meaningful human interactions. So, stick around to observe its collapse.