Normies don’t know this place exists. Stop coping.
Normal people don’t care about looksmaxxing or “pills” or whatever garbage. They just wake up one day, and they’re 5’11” with an average face and a 6in cock. They play sports, and they get a crush on the cute nerdy girl in band. They get a girlfriend, have sex with her, graduate, and go to college. That’s called life. People don’t think about it. They live life on railroad tracks, and the current of destiny carries them to a mediocre but decent existence. They don’t care about le blackpill anymore than you care about orphans in Africa.
>Actually, being ugly ruins your whole life experience.
>Wow, good thing I’m not ugly.
You’re here because nothing in your life worked out. All those cool things that are supposed to just happen didn’t. The repeated misfortunes of your life sent you on a path that landed you in this shit hole.
Everybody knows the “blackpill” is true, but they’re not raging autists like everyone here. They just say
>Life is unfair
And move on. Everybody knows the dude in a wheelchair or with dwarfism has no real chance at a normal, happy life or love or a family. What can be done? Nothing. It is what it is. They got an average hand in life. Many people get better hands, many get worse. Those in the middle go with the flow.
Even people above average live their life on tracks. They start playing basketball in middle school. They wake up one day around 17 years old and they’re 6’3” and their dick is big. They get growing pains in their jaw from their mandible growth. They turn 19 and they’re tall, good looking, and athletic. They go play sports at JUCO because they’re not good enough for D1. They get their associates, hang up their uniform for the last time, and go to university for business. They’re good looking with a firm handshake, so they get a nice a internship in Chicago. They graduated, propose to their hot sorority girlfriend, and get an apartment downtown.
80% of people never think about life. Things happen to them. They’re like deer. You think deer sit around and contemplate their existance? No, they eat berries, shit on the ground, and fuck thicc deer bitches.
You’re here because you’re so unlucky that you actually have to use your fucking brain and think about life. Normal people don’t do that. You’re a fucking failure because you sat around waiting for the good things to happen to you (like everyone else), but it didn’t happen to you. It happened to them, not you. There’s nothing to think about for them, while you’re permanently stunted wondering what you did wrong to deserve your fate. The answer is nothing.
