Very few of us spill the spaghetti in real life. What does that mean at it's core??? I think, for one, it showcases that we largely have some level of social awareness, and some level of social cohesion such that we bear a stoic responsibility not to whine like the losers we are from the safety of the internet. In spite of our utter hatred for humans and civilization, there's something deep ingrained in us that we ultimately do not want these people we hate passionately to be inconvenienced (in reality). For instance, I may hate people as a concept, but in real life, I would hate to experience the grimace of a person, as a result of words I have said. At the core, I think we incels are more responsible than normies give us credit for.
A lot of it is simply that most people, us included, instinctively know their place in society. The normie, and their system of reality, rules the day- they set the beat of their drum and we follow. To be the edgelord, in real life, is to be Yoko Ono just doing stupid random yelling in the middle of a Beatles song.
So where does the virtue of being your truest self come into play? I just think the lived experience is a multifaceted one. Reality is a temple. There's a sacredness to it that people instinctively tame themselves for, for the greater good. There is a danger to reality, in that it can be so harsh to transgressions, to cower before it is the only rational way. It's like we are corrupted by copes and trinkets to live as fake versions of ourselves. You don't need to be your truest self in a sacred temple, because that temple isn't designed for you. The internet IS though. It's a dumping ground. You can be yourself, you can be a hyperbole of yourself, you can also be a total lie.
A lot of it is simply that most people, us included, instinctively know their place in society. The normie, and their system of reality, rules the day- they set the beat of their drum and we follow. To be the edgelord, in real life, is to be Yoko Ono just doing stupid random yelling in the middle of a Beatles song.
So where does the virtue of being your truest self come into play? I just think the lived experience is a multifaceted one. Reality is a temple. There's a sacredness to it that people instinctively tame themselves for, for the greater good. There is a danger to reality, in that it can be so harsh to transgressions, to cower before it is the only rational way. It's like we are corrupted by copes and trinkets to live as fake versions of ourselves. You don't need to be your truest self in a sacred temple, because that temple isn't designed for you. The internet IS though. It's a dumping ground. You can be yourself, you can be a hyperbole of yourself, you can also be a total lie.
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