i think genetics & uncontrollable events have already dictated the outcome of our lives. the little free will, assuming we even have any, to make choices are insignificant and have no actual impact on dictating events/outcomes/directions of our lives.
with such a proposition, what escape is there from my genetic fate? only death will release me from being pulled along by the strings of my genes & the universe.
this philosophical question actually doesn’t matter if you’re enjoying life & have overall contentment.
maybe a better way to phrase it is that i cannot reconcile with the fact that i’m a subhuman. humans of the opposite sex will revolt at me no matter what i do. i cannot escape this constant reminder. there have been periods where i am able to forget about it, but some way or another after some time, i get reminded that i am a subhuman; genetically unviable to reproduce, or participate in the vast experiences of social normalities.
it’s only then that i come here to write, to cope. no amount of blackpill education will change my circumstances, or maybe one can hope that things will change by mere luck, as i’ve been told that women treat men differently by the time men reach 25-30 jfl yeah bro “it worked for me so don’t give up hope it might work for u,” blackpillers telling 20 year olds that it’s not over until it’s really over. i’m already so mentally destroyed by all my past interactions with females during my redpill phase that now i deeply understand female nature, there really is no winning in the dating life unless you’re chad. chance luck dating events bear negative consequences. an undesirable male has all to lose when he takes the risk of giving dating a shot when a girl gives him the chance to.
it’s another day of being reminded that in a world of winner & losers, i am just a loser, a loser in the game of genetics, the game that dictates our lives, like the rest of you here.
there is no salvation for us, only more pain & suffering, i must be pretty gay for writing all this to cope
tldr i feel subhuman
with such a proposition, what escape is there from my genetic fate? only death will release me from being pulled along by the strings of my genes & the universe.
this philosophical question actually doesn’t matter if you’re enjoying life & have overall contentment.
maybe a better way to phrase it is that i cannot reconcile with the fact that i’m a subhuman. humans of the opposite sex will revolt at me no matter what i do. i cannot escape this constant reminder. there have been periods where i am able to forget about it, but some way or another after some time, i get reminded that i am a subhuman; genetically unviable to reproduce, or participate in the vast experiences of social normalities.
it’s only then that i come here to write, to cope. no amount of blackpill education will change my circumstances, or maybe one can hope that things will change by mere luck, as i’ve been told that women treat men differently by the time men reach 25-30 jfl yeah bro “it worked for me so don’t give up hope it might work for u,” blackpillers telling 20 year olds that it’s not over until it’s really over. i’m already so mentally destroyed by all my past interactions with females during my redpill phase that now i deeply understand female nature, there really is no winning in the dating life unless you’re chad. chance luck dating events bear negative consequences. an undesirable male has all to lose when he takes the risk of giving dating a shot when a girl gives him the chance to.
it’s another day of being reminded that in a world of winner & losers, i am just a loser, a loser in the game of genetics, the game that dictates our lives, like the rest of you here.
there is no salvation for us, only more pain & suffering, i must be pretty gay for writing all this to cope
tldr i feel subhuman
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