It's an eternal struggle.
I've started suffering due to be ugly around 10 and i distinctly remember crying to my mom telling her i was ugly, with her dismissing my torment with ease.
After that episode, i've shutted in with my parents trying to force me to go out and asking themsleves and to me "why is he so unhappy" but, after realizing i wouldn't be taken seriously if i said "because i'm ugly" i've just fell into isolation.
After some years, i think around 18, i tried again to explain to them that being ugly was ruining my life and all i got was denial and "you need to seek a therapist", which i always refused, especially after that time my mother tried to send me to this frigging hot blonde chick therapist (she was kinda 27-28 at the times) and i told her that was the worst idea ever, unless she wanted to have sex with me.
Due to all of this, i've put a lot of efforts trying to get my parents to understand me. For my father (a cuck nice guy that got divorced by my mother, by the way) it was impossible, he's the kind of guy that is in denial even 20 years after the divorce. With my mother is a different question, i think that at some point she pretended to emphasize with me without actually understanding anything.
Now, i'm in my mid 30's and i don't talk with my parents about looks anymore, but i keep doing on the internet (which is good) but i keep trying to talk with cucks and people in denial, maybe because it's like having a second chance to explain someone why being ugly is shitty.
That's why i give that importance to IT, because even if it's a cesspool of incels in denial, fat men, trannies and cucks it's like they represent the obtuse mind of my parents.
I would stop to care explaining this to normies and i manage to do that... but after some time i do it again. How do i ignore them fully, instead of searching for the "perfect argument" against people in fucking denial?
I've started suffering due to be ugly around 10 and i distinctly remember crying to my mom telling her i was ugly, with her dismissing my torment with ease.
After that episode, i've shutted in with my parents trying to force me to go out and asking themsleves and to me "why is he so unhappy" but, after realizing i wouldn't be taken seriously if i said "because i'm ugly" i've just fell into isolation.
After some years, i think around 18, i tried again to explain to them that being ugly was ruining my life and all i got was denial and "you need to seek a therapist", which i always refused, especially after that time my mother tried to send me to this frigging hot blonde chick therapist (she was kinda 27-28 at the times) and i told her that was the worst idea ever, unless she wanted to have sex with me.
Due to all of this, i've put a lot of efforts trying to get my parents to understand me. For my father (a cuck nice guy that got divorced by my mother, by the way) it was impossible, he's the kind of guy that is in denial even 20 years after the divorce. With my mother is a different question, i think that at some point she pretended to emphasize with me without actually understanding anything.
Now, i'm in my mid 30's and i don't talk with my parents about looks anymore, but i keep doing on the internet (which is good) but i keep trying to talk with cucks and people in denial, maybe because it's like having a second chance to explain someone why being ugly is shitty.
That's why i give that importance to IT, because even if it's a cesspool of incels in denial, fat men, trannies and cucks it's like they represent the obtuse mind of my parents.
I would stop to care explaining this to normies and i manage to do that... but after some time i do it again. How do i ignore them fully, instead of searching for the "perfect argument" against people in fucking denial?
