"It feels like I'm never going to make up for the heaps of resources I've spent living my life."
"That's why I think the key to happiness is to just be hopelessly selfish."
"Anyway, I want to live my life desperately striving to pay back my lifetime's worth of consumption."
"If I ever surpass that point, then I'm a net positive, and I can die happy."
Monika’s basically a nihilist utilitarian blackpiller. She doesn’t think life has any real meaning, so she tries to justify her existence by "paying back" all the resources she's used—like she's some debt to the universe. Pure utilitarian logic: if you're a net positive, you deserve to live; if not, well, you’re just dead weight. But then she admits she’s too selfish to off herself even if she fails, which is the most brutally honest thing a foid has ever said (albeit she's not real) She knows she's a hypocrite, knows there's no redemption, but still keeps going because what else is there? No god, no purpose, just a constant fight to pretend you're worth the oxygen you're stealing.
"Never mind the fact that they're spending their entire life taking, and consuming, and never giving back."
But when people realize the world would benefit more from them killing themselves, they change their whole philosophy!"
Most people go through life just taking—consuming food, energy, attention—without ever giving anything back. Total parasites. But the second they even consider the idea that the world might actually be better off without them, their life might not have a grand purpose, they panic. So what do they do? They cope. Suddenly they’re “helping,” “making a difference,” or “being a good person.” They start posting recycled “be kind” garbage on social media to feel morally superior while bullying Incels like us because we are easy targets and it's okay to bully ugly men. Acting all high and mighty. It’s all just a lie to keep themselves from facing the blackpill truth: they’re useless, but they’re too scared to die, so they build this fake sense of meaning to justify breathing. Pure survival instinct dressed up in morality.
"That's why I think the key to happiness is to just be hopelessly selfish."
"Anyway, I want to live my life desperately striving to pay back my lifetime's worth of consumption."
"If I ever surpass that point, then I'm a net positive, and I can die happy."
Monika’s basically a nihilist utilitarian blackpiller. She doesn’t think life has any real meaning, so she tries to justify her existence by "paying back" all the resources she's used—like she's some debt to the universe. Pure utilitarian logic: if you're a net positive, you deserve to live; if not, well, you’re just dead weight. But then she admits she’s too selfish to off herself even if she fails, which is the most brutally honest thing a foid has ever said (albeit she's not real) She knows she's a hypocrite, knows there's no redemption, but still keeps going because what else is there? No god, no purpose, just a constant fight to pretend you're worth the oxygen you're stealing.
"Never mind the fact that they're spending their entire life taking, and consuming, and never giving back."
But when people realize the world would benefit more from them killing themselves, they change their whole philosophy!"
Most people go through life just taking—consuming food, energy, attention—without ever giving anything back. Total parasites. But the second they even consider the idea that the world might actually be better off without them, their life might not have a grand purpose, they panic. So what do they do? They cope. Suddenly they’re “helping,” “making a difference,” or “being a good person.” They start posting recycled “be kind” garbage on social media to feel morally superior while bullying Incels like us because we are easy targets and it's okay to bully ugly men. Acting all high and mighty. It’s all just a lie to keep themselves from facing the blackpill truth: they’re useless, but they’re too scared to die, so they build this fake sense of meaning to justify breathing. Pure survival instinct dressed up in morality.
