It's well known that most of what keeps people going is hope. Whether it is that you're in deep shit, in a boring situation, in a good one that could get even better, it doesn't matter.
Hope. Whenever you do that extra rep at the gym that goes over your limit, whenever you finally make yourself study for that exam and you nail it, whenever a woman happens to interact with you in a non-aggressive way.
In the life of the ugly man, the blackpill is the supreme truth handed to you on a platter. The realization that makes every interaction with other people and especially women cristal clear. Why it happened, how it happened, why they did that, why they said that etc.
But at the cost of this hope. Because in the case of many, it's often rooted in an irrational impulse to keep believing that it gets better in order to maintain a survivor's mentality. For without hope, what do you do when you find yourself in dark times?
Nothing. You start to rot. You stop feeling those impulses from back when you were an innocent kid or a bluepilled barely pubescent teen. Those impulses to hope and think ahead at all the ways it could get better.
Sure, they bullied the hell out of me, but there's always highschool, right?
Sure, they rejected me and treated me like an outcast... but there's always college, right? Or at work? M-Maybe after I make some good money, huh?
No. There isn't anything. As a below average man, there is nothing for you. Nothing. And women?
Do you honestly think getting sex would fix you at this point? Sure, maybe at some point it would have, back when all of this started.
But now it's too late. You've been deprived of so, so much in your life that not even a tornado of dopamine would ever wipe that away. So much affection you've never felt. So much attention you've never gotten. So much humiliation you've had to endure. So many rejections you've had to stomach. So many nasty looks you've had to bear.
Nothing can ever make up for that.
Hope. Whenever you do that extra rep at the gym that goes over your limit, whenever you finally make yourself study for that exam and you nail it, whenever a woman happens to interact with you in a non-aggressive way.
In the life of the ugly man, the blackpill is the supreme truth handed to you on a platter. The realization that makes every interaction with other people and especially women cristal clear. Why it happened, how it happened, why they did that, why they said that etc.
But at the cost of this hope. Because in the case of many, it's often rooted in an irrational impulse to keep believing that it gets better in order to maintain a survivor's mentality. For without hope, what do you do when you find yourself in dark times?
Nothing. You start to rot. You stop feeling those impulses from back when you were an innocent kid or a bluepilled barely pubescent teen. Those impulses to hope and think ahead at all the ways it could get better.
Sure, they bullied the hell out of me, but there's always highschool, right?
Sure, they rejected me and treated me like an outcast... but there's always college, right? Or at work? M-Maybe after I make some good money, huh?
No. There isn't anything. As a below average man, there is nothing for you. Nothing. And women?
Do you honestly think getting sex would fix you at this point? Sure, maybe at some point it would have, back when all of this started.
But now it's too late. You've been deprived of so, so much in your life that not even a tornado of dopamine would ever wipe that away. So much affection you've never felt. So much attention you've never gotten. So much humiliation you've had to endure. So many rejections you've had to stomach. So many nasty looks you've had to bear.
Nothing can ever make up for that.
