idk why some normies come to the conclusion you must be gay if your alone lol.
its like they cant fathom the fact we are ugly af and we will never meet foids standards.
It was actually pretty charitable of you to frame their lack of understanding with the language of simile. Sadly, I'm afraid we'll have to be just a little bit stricter when it comes healthy and happy if we're to make sense of their treatment of us and our less-than-enviable situation. It isn't "like" they are unable to comprehend that our ugliness is the reason that we're unlovable; rather, it's precisely the case in the most unequivocal terms, in the most brutally literal sense. For someone, anyone, to be fundamentally undesirable is an unthinkable thought to the vast majority, an idea with a form native to the kind of alien geometry one is only capable of glimpsing in a fever dream or in the throes of delirium. It's simply not a part of the human experience for most people.
Sure, they'll acknowledge that some people have a more difficult time than others. The more courageous, and thus more honest, who are willing to dance along the precipice separating their green world from our grey one will even be wiling to admit that the ugly have significantly more trouble than most when it comes to securing a romantic relationship. However, for all of their relative daring, they always have some cord tied around an ankle to keep them from ever truly falling down the depths that we call home. They assure themselves that, regardless of the challenges we face, our tribe has some right to justified hope. Just keep trying, just keep approaching, just learn to communicate better. If your demeanor is too harsh, soften it. If it's too dull, sharpen it. If you're not this then do whatever it is you can to approach that, but step over the line distinguishing the two and all is lost. In the attempt to cross the chasm that separates monsters from men we are expected to tread a tightrope thinner than the horizon itself. Yet our critics assure us, and more importantly themselves, with sufficient dexterity we'll be able to accomplish that nearly impossible task.
The truth that no such tightrope exists for some is one that even the sturdiest among the lovable are unwilling to admit. The most skilled of the old Church's inquisitors, who could draw confessions from even the most obstinate heretic, would be hard-pressed to find either an argument or instrument of torture sufficient to drag from the lips of a person who was once loved the admission that someone, for no reason other than his ugliness, could never be and would never be. After all, there's no way to force a man to communicate in a tongue he's never heard, to describe Gehenna when he's only lived in the Garden, to chart the Zodiac governing the fates of the Dead while he's still drawing breath.
So have some sympathy, my dearest brothers, when subjected to the invective of those without sympathy for us. It's not that they are unwilling to indulge in the sentiment, it's that they're simply unable to. They'll throw their little tantrums, of course: screaming and crying and hurling insults. But never forget that their fits are those of a spoiled toddler unable to articulate its confusion after having just learned that the world is chaotic and cruel, that not every baby gets a piece of candy just because he himself did. Or, perhaps more to the point, that there are infants wailing in Limbo while he laughs in the Garden for no other reason than because he was fortunate enough to have been baptized while the damned were not. Such stories taken literally are the type that compel Christians to curse God, taken metaphorically to drive humanists to lament Nature, and ultimately teach men regardless of their metaphysics to speak, clumsy and halting though their first attempts may be, as we monsters do.
Can you blame them for plugging their ears, shutting their eyes, and screaming?
