mgtow
Self-banned
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Of late, I realized I am not having a strong opinion on anything.... other than the basic tenets of black pill that is cemented through bitter experiences.
Politics, economy, BLM, Antifa, race, culture, degeneracy, single mom episode, falling birth rates, immigration, plastic filling the oceans, climate change and global warming. Does any of my opinion, be it arrived through a thorough rational analysis, matter to anyone or to myself?
There is nothing in this world to be emotionally, financially worth investing ones time and energy. I exist as a consciousness in a body, watching the events unfold across the world around me; a world which is neither welcoming me to participate in it nor felt belonging. If I debate with myself about roping, there's no strong points on why I should keep going on. Normans would have plenty of reasons to fight to keep alive - say when they are ill like the current pandemic. 'Mask on and save yourself!' - save myself for what?
I was picking up petty fights with people, say for jumping the queue or when I was cut across in the car. Something normans would just frown and move on. In this I resonate with the man in the 'notes from the underground'. Sometimes I want to reply very harshly to the coping threads like 'would you fuck this foid' only to back off at the last moment with 'why mess with a fellowcel who is coping(as long as he can)'.
Run out of copes, or they don't work for me anymore and staring directly into the reality of my life, incapable of doing anything not that I have anything viable to do.
Happy weekending, fellowcels.
Politics, economy, BLM, Antifa, race, culture, degeneracy, single mom episode, falling birth rates, immigration, plastic filling the oceans, climate change and global warming. Does any of my opinion, be it arrived through a thorough rational analysis, matter to anyone or to myself?
There is nothing in this world to be emotionally, financially worth investing ones time and energy. I exist as a consciousness in a body, watching the events unfold across the world around me; a world which is neither welcoming me to participate in it nor felt belonging. If I debate with myself about roping, there's no strong points on why I should keep going on. Normans would have plenty of reasons to fight to keep alive - say when they are ill like the current pandemic. 'Mask on and save yourself!' - save myself for what?
I was picking up petty fights with people, say for jumping the queue or when I was cut across in the car. Something normans would just frown and move on. In this I resonate with the man in the 'notes from the underground'. Sometimes I want to reply very harshly to the coping threads like 'would you fuck this foid' only to back off at the last moment with 'why mess with a fellowcel who is coping(as long as he can)'.
Run out of copes, or they don't work for me anymore and staring directly into the reality of my life, incapable of doing anything not that I have anything viable to do.
Happy weekending, fellowcels.