I decided to read "My Twisted World", to better understand one of the people we hold in high regard.
One thing I noticed is that ER mogged me in all ways. In looks, social life, maybe even NT-ness in a way. Ever since childhood, he had a desire to fit in. He even succeeded in middle school, getting girls to hug him and dance with him! I would never have expected ER, someone who was presumably so tortured by isolation and loneliness that he resorted to, well, going ER. He had childhood friends, much more social interactions than me in general.
He was extremely emotional, he always wrote about how he cried after school, before school, at the smallest of things. I don't know of he was exaggerating, but the crying was very excessive. He felt emotions much stronger than I do, which is perhaps why I can't understand him. I rarely cry no matter how hard the blackpill hits.
It may be that he mogged me in social life that he felt the way he did too, because he got a glimpse of the lives of normies and chads. For example, his school friend showing him the audio of him having sex with his girlfriend, or when that 12 year old boy started making out with a girl his age. I was never social enough to be heavily exposed to the normie way of life, so I may be living in the relative happiness caused by ignorance. This could also apply to how he mogged me in middle school by hugging and dancing with foids, maybe a small taste of what you want can actually make it worse inside.
Another thing about ER is that he went to public places and hoped girls would approach him. If the blackpill was around back then and he discovered it, he would know why no one would pay him mind. Of course no one would approach a 4/10 male in public. He should have known this. There were a lot of things he should have known, such as not lotterymaxxing. This was incomprehensible to me, and reading about it made me laugh multiple times. He really somehow deluded himself that he would win the lottery and all his problems will be solved? I don't blame him for it, because hope is a drug, and he latched on to anything that he thought would get him out of his situation.
ER was also gigabased for spilling drinks on couples multiple times. The best of this was when he saw a couple, got angry, drove all the way to a shop to get a water gun, filled it with orange juice, and sprayed it at them after he drove back. I wish I was low-inhib enough to do something like this.
The part where he goes to the party and breaks his leg almost seems like the climax of a book or movie. That was arguably the climax of his life, or whatever the opposite would be. It represents all the brutality he experienced all his life, all the isolation and trying to fit in, all for nought. Then having all that time to think about going ER in recovery. A recipe for disaster.
I believe that if ER found the blackpill he would not have done the things he did. He would not have let himself get delusional enough to think he had a chance or that he deserved a blonde stacy. The blackpill saves lives. Not just ours.
Disclaimer: I don't support anything that this horrible murderer did. He killed innocent people!!!
If anyone wants to ask me my thoughts on anything else in the book go ahead, I have lots of things to say but it would be a chore to write them, and no one would read it either.
One thing I noticed is that ER mogged me in all ways. In looks, social life, maybe even NT-ness in a way. Ever since childhood, he had a desire to fit in. He even succeeded in middle school, getting girls to hug him and dance with him! I would never have expected ER, someone who was presumably so tortured by isolation and loneliness that he resorted to, well, going ER. He had childhood friends, much more social interactions than me in general.
He was extremely emotional, he always wrote about how he cried after school, before school, at the smallest of things. I don't know of he was exaggerating, but the crying was very excessive. He felt emotions much stronger than I do, which is perhaps why I can't understand him. I rarely cry no matter how hard the blackpill hits.
It may be that he mogged me in social life that he felt the way he did too, because he got a glimpse of the lives of normies and chads. For example, his school friend showing him the audio of him having sex with his girlfriend, or when that 12 year old boy started making out with a girl his age. I was never social enough to be heavily exposed to the normie way of life, so I may be living in the relative happiness caused by ignorance. This could also apply to how he mogged me in middle school by hugging and dancing with foids, maybe a small taste of what you want can actually make it worse inside.
Another thing about ER is that he went to public places and hoped girls would approach him. If the blackpill was around back then and he discovered it, he would know why no one would pay him mind. Of course no one would approach a 4/10 male in public. He should have known this. There were a lot of things he should have known, such as not lotterymaxxing. This was incomprehensible to me, and reading about it made me laugh multiple times. He really somehow deluded himself that he would win the lottery and all his problems will be solved? I don't blame him for it, because hope is a drug, and he latched on to anything that he thought would get him out of his situation.
ER was also gigabased for spilling drinks on couples multiple times. The best of this was when he saw a couple, got angry, drove all the way to a shop to get a water gun, filled it with orange juice, and sprayed it at them after he drove back. I wish I was low-inhib enough to do something like this.
The part where he goes to the party and breaks his leg almost seems like the climax of a book or movie. That was arguably the climax of his life, or whatever the opposite would be. It represents all the brutality he experienced all his life, all the isolation and trying to fit in, all for nought. Then having all that time to think about going ER in recovery. A recipe for disaster.
I believe that if ER found the blackpill he would not have done the things he did. He would not have let himself get delusional enough to think he had a chance or that he deserved a blonde stacy. The blackpill saves lives. Not just ours.
Disclaimer: I don't support anything that this horrible murderer did. He killed innocent people!!!
If anyone wants to ask me my thoughts on anything else in the book go ahead, I have lots of things to say but it would be a chore to write them, and no one would read it either.
