I believe in extreme biological determinism. I often get tempted into looksmaxing content and even tho sometimes i feel almost “tolerable” while trying to fit into a certain archetype, there’s something that sits deeper than my flesh, bones, mind. I even think genetics is reductive, I think it is in the very conception, in the very act of creation.
I truly think the real Blackpill is unraveling to me the existence of God. It’s knitted into me to be like this, no matter how I try to fake this facade, self improvement is so insignificant next to truth. I don’t happen to have an unfortunate facial geometry, I am my geometry.
Sometimes Incels, including myself, think that they would be such great expendable men, husbands, loyal companions, service dogs, servants, not only because they don’t have other options, but because it is encoded, you are what you look like, you aren’t introspective, you have been unlucky, life has betrayed you and your throne of thoughts won’t save you from whats coming.
Sin is looks, but looks is just another word to say what you really are. We don’t observe people like a camera, it’s more like a CT scan, there’s some metadata / information, a signal that travels faster to the cortex, a key with a binary information, you either are meant for life or not. I think I would feel like this even if I got the best surgeons on me, even if I made my limbs past 6’5, even if I do orbital osteotomy, even if I arrange my bones on a 3D printer and build myself again. There’s something we haven’t figured out yet.
I truly think the real Blackpill is unraveling to me the existence of God. It’s knitted into me to be like this, no matter how I try to fake this facade, self improvement is so insignificant next to truth. I don’t happen to have an unfortunate facial geometry, I am my geometry.
Sometimes Incels, including myself, think that they would be such great expendable men, husbands, loyal companions, service dogs, servants, not only because they don’t have other options, but because it is encoded, you are what you look like, you aren’t introspective, you have been unlucky, life has betrayed you and your throne of thoughts won’t save you from whats coming.
Sin is looks, but looks is just another word to say what you really are. We don’t observe people like a camera, it’s more like a CT scan, there’s some metadata / information, a signal that travels faster to the cortex, a key with a binary information, you either are meant for life or not. I think I would feel like this even if I got the best surgeons on me, even if I made my limbs past 6’5, even if I do orbital osteotomy, even if I arrange my bones on a 3D printer and build myself again. There’s something we haven’t figured out yet.
