
Lifeisbullshit95
Another day, another mental breakdown.
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If you're an 8+, basically an attractive guy, women are in love with you . Not in the logical sense, but in the emotional, irrational, obsessive kind of way. You don't have to do anything. Your existence is enough. You are the fantasy. You are the story.
But if you're ugly, average, or even above average, say a 6 or 7, then it's different. Suddenly, it's not about you, it's about what you can do. What you can offer. How useful you are. Women aren’t in love with you, they’re in business with you.
On the attractiveness scale of 1 to 10, if you're under an 8, you’re not being loved, you’re being negotiated with. It’s a silent transaction disguised as affection. You're not chosen for your presence, you're chosen for your provision.
It sounds brutal, but look at the positive side: once an attractive guy loses his looks, once time humbles his face and youth fades from his body, he’s back in business, if you know what I mean.
Because in the end, everything becomes business. The game never ends. It just changes players.
The harsh truth? Love is never unconditional. It's always earned, measured, or bought. And if you’re not the man she wants, you better be the man she needs. Because when desire dies, utility survives. That's the history of the human kind.
But if you're ugly, average, or even above average, say a 6 or 7, then it's different. Suddenly, it's not about you, it's about what you can do. What you can offer. How useful you are. Women aren’t in love with you, they’re in business with you.
On the attractiveness scale of 1 to 10, if you're under an 8, you’re not being loved, you’re being negotiated with. It’s a silent transaction disguised as affection. You're not chosen for your presence, you're chosen for your provision.
It sounds brutal, but look at the positive side: once an attractive guy loses his looks, once time humbles his face and youth fades from his body, he’s back in business, if you know what I mean.
Because in the end, everything becomes business. The game never ends. It just changes players.
The harsh truth? Love is never unconditional. It's always earned, measured, or bought. And if you’re not the man she wants, you better be the man she needs. Because when desire dies, utility survives. That's the history of the human kind.