Despite doing absolutely nothing all day except watching anime and playing video games I have to work hard to compete against my reflection

[UglyHikikomori]

Dozens of times a day I must confront the brutal reality of my ugly subhuman face and body with the inevitable contact with various reflective surfaces, e.g. mirrors, screens and reflective dishwares. This leads to a continuum of reminders that I am in the bottom 1% and that I will never be unconditionally accepted as a human being who has aspirations and a innate passion to pursue happiness just like every other human on this planet.

Going outside exposes me to more reflective surfaces than what's available at my apartment and my thoughts are divided into two personas; one that carries on a conversation with blissfully ignorant normies and euphoric chad/stacy while nursing a dissociated subhuman (me) who's talking to himself in his head about how fucking ugly I am while simultaneously discussing in my head and dissecting the microexpressions of the people who have to see my bare subhumanity.

Furthermore, due to the severity of my ugliness I am shunned and isolated from being in public spaces where others simply exist. This is relevant because it plays into the chronic exposure/reminder of my reflection and this awareness about the weight of my reflection in social settings serves as the injection of pure suffering into my cognizance and serves as a further barrier to overcoming the suffocation that is seen as extreme social isolation (hikikomori).

I'm suffering immensely and it's all because I am very ugly.

 

[gigacel123]

Dozens of times a day I must confront the brutal reality of my ugly subhuman face and body with the inevitable contact with various reflective surfaces, e.g. mirrors, screens and reflective dishwares. This leads to a continuum of reminders that I am in the bottom 1% and that I will never be unconditionally accepted as a human being who has aspirations and a innate passion to pursue happiness just like every other human on this planet.

Going outside exposes me to more reflective surfaces than what's available at my apartment and my thoughts are divided into two personas; one that carries on a conversation with blissfully ignorant normies and euphoric chad/stacy while nursing a dissociated subhuman (me) who's talking to himself in his head about how fucking ugly I am while simultaneously discussing in my head and dissecting the microexpressions of the people who have to see my bare subhumanity.

Furthermore, due to the severity of my ugliness I am shunned and isolated from being in public spaces where others simply exist. This is relevant because it plays into the chronic exposure/reminder of my reflection and this awareness about the weight of my reflection in social settings serves as the injection of pure suffering into my cognizance and serves as a further barrier to overcoming the suffocation that is seen as extreme social isolation (hikikomori).

I'm suffering immensely and it's all because I am very ugly.

Immensely above the average intelligence post, brethren and fellow truecel. This world is too much.

 

[Deleted member 8884]

That is the price of taking the black pill boyo. You reject ignorance and see the world for what it truly is, looks determine everything. Not just in attracting a mate, but in making friends, opportunities, even just being able to leave the house. It's over. Find your best cope. Those blissful normies will never understand you and don't want to. Take the Cypher pill. tbh tbh tbh tbh

 

[gigacel123]

"Taju Soy Bunshin no Jutsu!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Holy shit what's with the self righteous gigacucks inflating these threads with guest spam.

 

[Deleted member 8884]

"Taju Soy Bunshin no Jutsu!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Holy shit what's with the self righteous gigacucks inflating these threads with guest spam.

 

[gigacel123]

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