black_depresso
You won't change reality, friend
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Dont you guys feel the same?
Even if you try to delude yourself with things that might give simple pleasure, like a good burger, a good porn session or a good video game
Its almost impossible to just zone out and stay happy/content, because your mind forcefully pushes your awareness back to your face, and how pitiful it is. That's the best way I can describe it. When I look at my face in the mirror, I feel pity. When im doing anything on the computer, if I smile or laugh for half a second, I remember my recessed chin, narrow jaw and balding head and I lose the positive emotion instantly. When im eating a burger from mcdonalds after gym, I do so solemnly, remembering my sunken eyes and cheekbones, the droopy tired dog look of my negative canthal tilt, and I remember just how depressed and miserable and unappealing I look.
Constantly thinking about how I will VERY LIKELY never be genuinely loved by anyone. Even if my personality manages to attract a genuinely good hearted 0.0000001% girl who falls for my sweetness, it wont be her fault that over time she'll start to succumb to her hormones and emotions and want to get affection, sex and validation from better looking men. Men which physically signal/demonstrate high genetic quality.
And then I will feel bad, because I will know that she really gave it a massive effort to try to be a good girlfriend and she just can't continue pretending she has attraction to me anymore.
It puts a certain darkness on your lived experience. Darkness where there should have been light. Grey, cold misery where there should have been colourful, warming love.
Even if you try to delude yourself with things that might give simple pleasure, like a good burger, a good porn session or a good video game
Its almost impossible to just zone out and stay happy/content, because your mind forcefully pushes your awareness back to your face, and how pitiful it is. That's the best way I can describe it. When I look at my face in the mirror, I feel pity. When im doing anything on the computer, if I smile or laugh for half a second, I remember my recessed chin, narrow jaw and balding head and I lose the positive emotion instantly. When im eating a burger from mcdonalds after gym, I do so solemnly, remembering my sunken eyes and cheekbones, the droopy tired dog look of my negative canthal tilt, and I remember just how depressed and miserable and unappealing I look.
Constantly thinking about how I will VERY LIKELY never be genuinely loved by anyone. Even if my personality manages to attract a genuinely good hearted 0.0000001% girl who falls for my sweetness, it wont be her fault that over time she'll start to succumb to her hormones and emotions and want to get affection, sex and validation from better looking men. Men which physically signal/demonstrate high genetic quality.
And then I will feel bad, because I will know that she really gave it a massive effort to try to be a good girlfriend and she just can't continue pretending she has attraction to me anymore.
It puts a certain darkness on your lived experience. Darkness where there should have been light. Grey, cold misery where there should have been colourful, warming love.