After years of incessant nagging from my mother, I finally gave in and went to get my hair cut—on account of my sister kindly offering to drive us there, of course.
During the ride to the barber shop, I felt as if the universe itself were mocking me—as my sister brought up the fact that her 43 year-old ricecel friend had finally found a wife. (His family is wealthy, so you can likely guess why). My mother instantly turned to me and said "See? It's never too late to find the right person!" upon which I instantaneously shut her down with "At that age, it is not even worth it."
Upon arriving, I pretended to read through a nearby magazine so that I do not come across as a brain-dead simpleton who spends his time staring into nothingness. After a few minutes of this, I was called forth by the front desk.
The barber was some middle-aged woman who gave her best effort to engage in small talk with me. Of course, I was once again reminded of my inceldom after she mentioned that her 21 year-old daughter married the man she fell in love with when she was 15.
As I have instinctively avoided any kind of reflective surface for years now, I could barely contain my disgust upon gazing at my own visage in the mirror after so long. Here is what I noticed:
I have a massive forehead that is now even more pronounced due to my hair being cut so short.
In the front, my hairline has receeded so much that I have begun to resemble the man in this photo.
No known style can make up for my distinctively egg-shaped face. (See the man on the left for reference).
With my facial hair shaved off, I could see a full view of my recessed, nonexistent jaw that could easily be mistaken for a double chin.
I also have large, bulging eyes with dark circles underneath them, making me appear middle-aged in my 20s.
The worst part is that, in spite of all of this, my mother kept gaslighting me on the way back. "You look so cute!"
I have been trying to blackpill her for years, yet she keeps denying the truth—mainly due to the fact that she cannot accept that she gave birth to a genuine subhuman.
During the ride to the barber shop, I felt as if the universe itself were mocking me—as my sister brought up the fact that her 43 year-old ricecel friend had finally found a wife. (His family is wealthy, so you can likely guess why). My mother instantly turned to me and said "See? It's never too late to find the right person!" upon which I instantaneously shut her down with "At that age, it is not even worth it."
Upon arriving, I pretended to read through a nearby magazine so that I do not come across as a brain-dead simpleton who spends his time staring into nothingness. After a few minutes of this, I was called forth by the front desk.
The barber was some middle-aged woman who gave her best effort to engage in small talk with me. Of course, I was once again reminded of my inceldom after she mentioned that her 21 year-old daughter married the man she fell in love with when she was 15.
As I have instinctively avoided any kind of reflective surface for years now, I could barely contain my disgust upon gazing at my own visage in the mirror after so long. Here is what I noticed:
I have a massive forehead that is now even more pronounced due to my hair being cut so short.
In the front, my hairline has receeded so much that I have begun to resemble the man in this photo.
No known style can make up for my distinctively egg-shaped face. (See the man on the left for reference).
With my facial hair shaved off, I could see a full view of my recessed, nonexistent jaw that could easily be mistaken for a double chin.
I also have large, bulging eyes with dark circles underneath them, making me appear middle-aged in my 20s.
The worst part is that, in spite of all of this, my mother kept gaslighting me on the way back. "You look so cute!"
I have been trying to blackpill her for years, yet she keeps denying the truth—mainly due to the fact that she cannot accept that she gave birth to a genuine subhuman.
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