I take MBTI congnitive functions with a grain of salt, but those funny internet tests have given me INFP. I try and not play into stereotypes, those personality models are exactly that.
I find social work and volunteering rewarding and I feel most comfortable trying to help others. The matter of being sub-par in the looks department is that you’re automatically assumed to be a paedophile or pervert and then constantly gaslit because of the crime of making around you subconsciously uncomfortable. When the suggested careers of an INFP is geared towards those fields used to depress me when I was younger, now I accept it.
I really do love children, it pains me knowing I won’t have any and neither could I spend considerable time with them; to be made the constant butt of jokes at best and accused of all sorts of foul perversions at worst, no matter how much I’d try to prove myself on the contrary. 4/10+ fakecels, normies and foids really underestimate the failo of looks; ugliness is debilitating just as inherited poverty, mental illness or raised as a single parent. I don’t care for wealth or sex or fancy trinkets anymore. Torture.
I hate women. I want to try and let my resentment not bleed into my capacity for goodwill because truly a lot of people are in need of it. Incels especially, I knew a few.
The rationalisation I have is that genetic and sociological impulse reigns them in, the world is filled with automatons in spite of any claim toward themselves. A short hedonist life wasted on frivolities. This is the real blackpill, reductive, absurd and without meaning.
