KingOfRome
Buff Auschwitz Escapee
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Think about what the black pill means as an incel: that you are genetic garbage, you will always be genetic garbage, you have either no redeeming qualities or so few of them that they're inconsequential, and you will never escape being genetic garbage because you are genetic garbage. You know that part of your mind that really, really hates this line of reasoning?
Your ego.
And your mind adapts just like the rest of your body. Your subconscious will look for any shred of proof that you're not subhuman trash and that you have hope. Maybe you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, at a flattering angle, in a flattering light, and think that's how you look all the time. Maybe you see some guy with a girlfriend who has maybe a couple worse features than yours, and you forget that one or two semi-decent features won't make you human. Maybe that female cashier at Walmart is so used to smiling at ugly subhumans for money that you forget she's probably on Facebook calling for mass killings of ugly men between marathon fuck sessions with Chad.
The blue pill starts to become attractive. After all, it may call for a massive amount of effort for the little it suggests it might give you in return (not promises; you are not entitled to anything), but at least it gives you agency. It gives you a sense of control. An illusion of power.
Our black pill destroys these illusions and leaves our egos in ruin. Burns the towers, razes the crops, and sows the soil with salt. Naught but the void is left behind. A cold black winter.
Though this may feel refreshing initially, the novelty wears off, and you're left without a mouth to scream into the darkness.
Your ego.
And your mind adapts just like the rest of your body. Your subconscious will look for any shred of proof that you're not subhuman trash and that you have hope. Maybe you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, at a flattering angle, in a flattering light, and think that's how you look all the time. Maybe you see some guy with a girlfriend who has maybe a couple worse features than yours, and you forget that one or two semi-decent features won't make you human. Maybe that female cashier at Walmart is so used to smiling at ugly subhumans for money that you forget she's probably on Facebook calling for mass killings of ugly men between marathon fuck sessions with Chad.
The blue pill starts to become attractive. After all, it may call for a massive amount of effort for the little it suggests it might give you in return (not promises; you are not entitled to anything), but at least it gives you agency. It gives you a sense of control. An illusion of power.
Our black pill destroys these illusions and leaves our egos in ruin. Burns the towers, razes the crops, and sows the soil with salt. Naught but the void is left behind. A cold black winter.
Though this may feel refreshing initially, the novelty wears off, and you're left without a mouth to scream into the darkness.