I like pasta. Pasta is versatile. Pasta is fun to eat. I consider pasta to be just one or two steps above hot pockets, ramen, and chicken tendies, because pasta is easy to cook. It is therefore great for studentcels, lazycels, and people who just straight up suck at cooking. But I digress.
Earlier today I made bucatini aglio, olio, e peperoncino. I fried some thinly sliced garlic and red pepper flakes in olive oil (extra virgin
of course). Then I added my pasta and topped with fresh parsley and grana padano. An easy meal for even a low IQcel.
Soon after, I decided to take a walk. Before I left I realized my mouth probably reeked of garlic, so I went to brush my teeth and gargle with mouthwash.
Then the blackpill hit me. Again.
What would Chad or Stacy have done?
I realized at that moment that they would still be socially accepted and welcomed even if they lacked personal hygiene. They are conventionally attractive with a superior frame, facial bone structure, eye color, et cetera, and as far as soyciety is considered, that alone makes you an upstanding individual worthy of constant praise and attention. People would still smile at them as they walked on the street instead of staring with a combination of pity and disgust, as they do with me. Unfortunately, I am subhuman. I am born and destined to remain inferior.
See, the difference between Chads and Stacies and everyone else is that they take social acceptance for granted. I imagine it must be like having a trust fund, but instead of providing financial security, the Chad's or Stacy's "genetic trust fund" provides psychological security. Everywhere you go in public you are supplied with dopamine. Imagine being a Chad and the barista, at every cafe you go, always gives you a wide smile and adds extra cocoa powder to your mocha. Or being a Stacy at a bar or a club who is constantly bought overpriced drinks by desperate normie simps.
What happens to individuals who lack a genetic trust fund? They have to constantly work to gain social acceptance. They have to repeatedly consider again and again the impact that their actions and choices will have on how others perceive them.
There are entire sectors of the economy which are propped up by normies who so desperately crave social acceptance, the same acceptance that Chads and Stacies obtain effortlessly. Just walk through Harrods or Selfridges; near the entrances you'll see thousands of bottles of perfume from brands like Tom Ford and Clive Christian. Tiny vials of flower water that cost more than a week's worth of rent for most people. Retail is heavily dependent on conspicuous consumption; more specifically, retail is supported by desperate normies who have swallowed the bluepilled shtick that is "self-improvement". They spend thousands of dollars on picturesque "experiences" simply to curate their social media profiles, all for an infinitesimal increase in the chance that they will be socially accepted and see a crumb of a Stacy's hole.
Bluepilled, coping normies are so deeply engrossed in this consumerist hamster wheel that they have completely overlooked the fact that Chads and Stacies could obtain the same social acceptance they so desperately wanted with no effort.
As I continued my train of thought, I realized that the exact same thing happened to me. I went to brush my teeth and use mouthwash without fully considering the philosophical implications of why I was doing so. Even though I brushed my teeth just two hours before I finished a garlicky pasta dish, I did so again, because I was conscious of how I would be perceived by the strangers who passed next to me. As far as I know, a Chad or Stacy would only have to brush their teeth for health reasons, not for reasons pertaining to social acceptance; they can never possibly feel insecure or attacked, because their genetics provides them with a constant supply of validation. Normies and incels are not as fortunate.
Earlier today I made bucatini aglio, olio, e peperoncino. I fried some thinly sliced garlic and red pepper flakes in olive oil (extra virgin
of course). Then I added my pasta and topped with fresh parsley and grana padano. An easy meal for even a low IQcel.Soon after, I decided to take a walk. Before I left I realized my mouth probably reeked of garlic, so I went to brush my teeth and gargle with mouthwash.
Then the blackpill hit me. Again.
What would Chad or Stacy have done?
I realized at that moment that they would still be socially accepted and welcomed even if they lacked personal hygiene. They are conventionally attractive with a superior frame, facial bone structure, eye color, et cetera, and as far as soyciety is considered, that alone makes you an upstanding individual worthy of constant praise and attention. People would still smile at them as they walked on the street instead of staring with a combination of pity and disgust, as they do with me. Unfortunately, I am subhuman. I am born and destined to remain inferior.
See, the difference between Chads and Stacies and everyone else is that they take social acceptance for granted. I imagine it must be like having a trust fund, but instead of providing financial security, the Chad's or Stacy's "genetic trust fund" provides psychological security. Everywhere you go in public you are supplied with dopamine. Imagine being a Chad and the barista, at every cafe you go, always gives you a wide smile and adds extra cocoa powder to your mocha. Or being a Stacy at a bar or a club who is constantly bought overpriced drinks by desperate normie simps.
What happens to individuals who lack a genetic trust fund? They have to constantly work to gain social acceptance. They have to repeatedly consider again and again the impact that their actions and choices will have on how others perceive them.
There are entire sectors of the economy which are propped up by normies who so desperately crave social acceptance, the same acceptance that Chads and Stacies obtain effortlessly. Just walk through Harrods or Selfridges; near the entrances you'll see thousands of bottles of perfume from brands like Tom Ford and Clive Christian. Tiny vials of flower water that cost more than a week's worth of rent for most people. Retail is heavily dependent on conspicuous consumption; more specifically, retail is supported by desperate normies who have swallowed the bluepilled shtick that is "self-improvement". They spend thousands of dollars on picturesque "experiences" simply to curate their social media profiles, all for an infinitesimal increase in the chance that they will be socially accepted and see a crumb of a Stacy's hole.
Bluepilled, coping normies are so deeply engrossed in this consumerist hamster wheel that they have completely overlooked the fact that Chads and Stacies could obtain the same social acceptance they so desperately wanted with no effort.
As I continued my train of thought, I realized that the exact same thing happened to me. I went to brush my teeth and use mouthwash without fully considering the philosophical implications of why I was doing so. Even though I brushed my teeth just two hours before I finished a garlicky pasta dish, I did so again, because I was conscious of how I would be perceived by the strangers who passed next to me. As far as I know, a Chad or Stacy would only have to brush their teeth for health reasons, not for reasons pertaining to social acceptance; they can never possibly feel insecure or attacked, because their genetics provides them with a constant supply of validation. Normies and incels are not as fortunate.
