My whole life, I have never received positive female attention. I know that I am easily a sub5, if not sub3 male. I am ethnic, short, in the early stages of balding, overweight, antisocial (as a consequence of my looks, most likely), and of course ugly, if that was not already obvious.
With these stats, can I have any hope? Is hope constructive for me? Will hope lead to a better life? I am young, in what is supposed to be my "prime" of the late teens - early twenties. At this stage of life, it is difficult to abandon hope. No matter what I do, it still sneaks it's way into my mind. Looking at a girl, daydreaming that somehow I can get her despite everything about me I listed. Thinking I will somehow have a growth spurt that pushes me into average height, or that my balding is only imagined. Thinking I am still young, and that it will get better in the future. I even imagine writing a post about ascending and leaving the forum sometimes. I look in the mirror everyday, with the completely logic-defying thought that I will see something different in it one day.
The power of hope is extraordinary, no matter how cliche it sounds. For example, the experiment where they drowned rats, but some of the rats had the privilege of hope by being saved once. The rats who did not get saved once lasted for 15 minutes, while the rats who got saved lasted for hours on end. I think it was a couple of days. Another example of it is the book "Man's Search for Meaning", where Frankl described how irrational hopes - like seeing your family members, lovers, or other things after your ordeal is over - and clinging to hope is what differentiated the survivors of the Holocaust from the ones who died. It was a good, short read, no matter your views on the Holocaust. This shows hope in a positive light, even if it is delusional.
Even if hoping about things getting better seems like insanity, this insanity seems to be constructive to human well-being. No matter how much we say it is over, no matter how much we keep repeating that to ourselves, we can't help but imagine a better life. I guess delusional hope is what separates us reading this from the ropERs. I truly believe that deep down, all of us think we have a chance. The blackpill is unforgiving, however. The rats who had hope still died in the end.
"It's been hopeless for a long time, from the very beginning." - Michel Houellebecq, Whatever
With these stats, can I have any hope? Is hope constructive for me? Will hope lead to a better life? I am young, in what is supposed to be my "prime" of the late teens - early twenties. At this stage of life, it is difficult to abandon hope. No matter what I do, it still sneaks it's way into my mind. Looking at a girl, daydreaming that somehow I can get her despite everything about me I listed. Thinking I will somehow have a growth spurt that pushes me into average height, or that my balding is only imagined. Thinking I am still young, and that it will get better in the future. I even imagine writing a post about ascending and leaving the forum sometimes. I look in the mirror everyday, with the completely logic-defying thought that I will see something different in it one day.
The power of hope is extraordinary, no matter how cliche it sounds. For example, the experiment where they drowned rats, but some of the rats had the privilege of hope by being saved once. The rats who did not get saved once lasted for 15 minutes, while the rats who got saved lasted for hours on end. I think it was a couple of days. Another example of it is the book "Man's Search for Meaning", where Frankl described how irrational hopes - like seeing your family members, lovers, or other things after your ordeal is over - and clinging to hope is what differentiated the survivors of the Holocaust from the ones who died. It was a good, short read, no matter your views on the Holocaust. This shows hope in a positive light, even if it is delusional.
Even if hoping about things getting better seems like insanity, this insanity seems to be constructive to human well-being. No matter how much we say it is over, no matter how much we keep repeating that to ourselves, we can't help but imagine a better life. I guess delusional hope is what separates us reading this from the ropERs. I truly believe that deep down, all of us think we have a chance. The blackpill is unforgiving, however. The rats who had hope still died in the end.
"It's been hopeless for a long time, from the very beginning." - Michel Houellebecq, Whatever
