I mentioned a few days ago that I was writing a black pill book, and many people wanted to read some of it. I’m seven chapters in so far, but I figured I’d share my first chapter. It’s light on data, since it was an introduction to the book and meant to use more anecdotes, but here it is (it’s quite long):
Often times I take a look at the natural world and ponder to myself on the subject of the glue that links everything together. Regardless of one's views on the origins of the universe and life itself, it’s hard to deny that everything we know originated from a singular source and thus must have a shared characteristic or trait.
And it’s upon this thought that I understand what exactly is the link between all items of creation: a shared pattern of behavior. Using science, we can predict the course of an asteroid in space, the life cycle of an animal, the change in an environment over time, and many more occurences. What everything has in common are these natural, immutable patterns. But we as humans have shown to reject this truism of nature, at least in some regards.
What separates man from beast, or any other element of nature, is our ability of coherent thought and choice. Whether or not you believe in the idea of free will, it’s hard to deny that we as men can make decisions in any manner we like, thus leading to a factor of unpredictability the likes of which is unprecedented for our sphere of existence.
Yet as I begin to ponder more and more about this topic, I realize that the unpredictability and variation of man is just that—a characteristic inherent in only the male version of our species. For as long as I’ve known, females have displayed no indication of the ability to go beyond what is expected of their behavior.
But why? Are they not Homo Sapiens too? What has made them behave in such a radically different way than their male counterparts? In order to find an answer to these questions I need to delve into my own personal experiences.
When I was around the age of 12, back in the sixth grade, I found myself traversing the hallways of my middle school, until I passed a flock of girls. The girls turned to me to say hello, smiles plastered across their faces, and after I returned their greeting, they proceeded on their normal route. However, as they walked away from me, one of them noted on how rancid my appearance was.
“He’s so ugly!” she sneered, laughing as she made the comment.
“Don’t say that,” said another girl, trying her best to hold in her own laughter, trying to maintain her social poise, yet all the same refusing to deny the validity of the claim.
Although I heard this insult and was saddened over it, I tried not to think too much of this, just believing that those girls were just rude people. However, what I believed at the time to be an exception was in fact the norm.
What does it mean to be bluepilled? It’s common in many forums and circles to hear this term thrown around, but the actual meaning is not as ingrained into the collective consciousness as it should be. The idea of the blue pill stems from the popular science fiction movie, The Matrix, in which taking the blue pill means living your life in peace, comfort, and as a result blissful ignorance of the true nature of the world. Blissful ignorance I believe is the best trait to attribute to my old self, though upon further examination, “dense retard” seems to be more apt.
Throughout my time in middle school, I had faced much torment from females. From name-calling to teasing to punching, I found myself victim to many of their attacks. I wasn’t a pushover, however, and often tried to defend myself by calling them out on their stupid behavior. But when you’re an ugly and short pubescent child, it’s hard to be taken seriously. Often times my best attempts to stop the teasing was met with even more ridicule and torment. I was never bullied, but the rude actions of these girls was a constant throughout my middle school life. But like a mouth-breathing simian, I chose to still give the gender the benefit of the doubt, telling myself that these girls were just bad apples.
It was around this time that I began feeling attraction towards girls my age. This was a rather new feeling for me, and a feeling that changed my life forever. You see, attraction is a double edged sword. The feeling of infatuation can admittedly be one that creates positive thoughts in one’s head at first. Yet when you’re an ugly retard like I was at the time, these feelings are short-lived as the harsh reality of the situation becomes apparent to you. Frankly, girls just didn’t like me. If anything, my mere presence was an eyesore for them. Why associate with my ugly being when they could be with someone taller or more attractive?
Is it their fault to blame for this? Not really; as humans we’re biologically wired to always be drawn to the most attractive people around us. Nevertheless the constant disapproval and disdain I received from girls my age was enough to develop my mentality, and become less bluepilled. I used to believe that being a decent person with a sense of humor was enough. I now realize, however, that there is a barrier to entry for the reciprocation of your feelings, and this barrier was dependant on parts of ourselves we could never truly change.
I ended my middle school life friendzoned by half the girls I knew (I’m using the term “friend” very loosely, they more so barely tolerated me), and reviled by the other half. It’s hard not to look back on these years with a deep sadness. I had started middle school confident and willing to talk to anyone, yet left a very shy and reserved person who had trouble even making eye contact with others.
Some might say that I was becoming more redpilled as a result of my past experiences. But to say that would be to assume that the nature of pills work on a linear spectrum. I believe it to instead be a forked path.
At the basal root of all pills of course lies the blue pill, which again is essentially blissful ignorance. To be redpilled would be to take one path, and would entail understanding the cruel, unfiltered truth of the world. However there’s an element of the contemporary red pill many people seem to overlook. Part of the red pill is believing that there is a way to change the negative aspects of one’s environment, or rather, that there is a hope for change. This aspect of the red pill is what distinguishes it from the path I was on, the black pill. This was the idea that not only was one’s situation dismal and unforgiving, but there was no way to change it.
With each passing day of high school, the black pill only strengthened. More comments from girls on my unappealing appearance, how I could never get a girlfriend even if I tried, and much more were thrust upon me in regular fashion.
While this is very depressing, it’s hard not to laugh at this series of misfortunes. Time and time again, I was led to believe that there could be hope for my ugly self, and time and time again, life reprimanded me for trying to find light at the end of the tunnel. It was always the same pattern: I’d meet a girl who explained that she was different from the other girls, only for her to be the exact same as them and ostracize me.
My adolescence was characterized by a constant pattern of hope followed by rejection, over and over again, like clockwork. It was at the end of high school that the black pill had fully taken over and I saw everything for the way it was. There would never be that “different girl,” because females as a collective did not possess the ability to show variation in thoughts and actions.
It’s been years since I’ve had feelings for any girls, let alone wanted any in my presence. I’m consumed by the disgusting feeling that has resulted from years of understanding the truth. No matter what they say, no matter what they do, girls cannot deviate from their route of actions and beliefs. Take one look on social media or the internet in general and you see this to be true. They all have the same opinions on issues, and whenever they have any differing viewpoints, they make a show to illustrate how different their opinions are because at the end of the day, all they want is attention.
Like the runt of the litter in a pack of wolves, females want nothing but to be accepted into the inner sanctum of society. But unlike the beta male of a group of animals, women have never in the modern age found themselves in an inferior social positions. Our world of cucks, white knights, and incels has elevated the status of the human female to that of a deity, to the point where women truly believe they are gods above men.
Why should I view an ugly man as anything more than trash? Why should I lower myself to acknowledging their existence?
This is why it’s easy for women to manipulate men into doing whatever they want. They’re practically worshipped, so receiving favors while giving not even the slightest hint of respect in response is the norm for them.
But to not be one of these cuckolding retards who licks the ground that women tread on is to understand that this lifestyle of being worshipped, paired with their hatred of those who don’t meet their beauty or status requirements, breeds a homogenous lifestyle among all females.
Women do not behave like men. They simply cannot think or behave any differently from one another. They have the same views, the same interests, and the same goals. They’re all clones of one another. At this point they bear no distinction from artificial intelligence, never straying from their programming.
Women are Robots
Often times I take a look at the natural world and ponder to myself on the subject of the glue that links everything together. Regardless of one's views on the origins of the universe and life itself, it’s hard to deny that everything we know originated from a singular source and thus must have a shared characteristic or trait.
And it’s upon this thought that I understand what exactly is the link between all items of creation: a shared pattern of behavior. Using science, we can predict the course of an asteroid in space, the life cycle of an animal, the change in an environment over time, and many more occurences. What everything has in common are these natural, immutable patterns. But we as humans have shown to reject this truism of nature, at least in some regards.
What separates man from beast, or any other element of nature, is our ability of coherent thought and choice. Whether or not you believe in the idea of free will, it’s hard to deny that we as men can make decisions in any manner we like, thus leading to a factor of unpredictability the likes of which is unprecedented for our sphere of existence.
Yet as I begin to ponder more and more about this topic, I realize that the unpredictability and variation of man is just that—a characteristic inherent in only the male version of our species. For as long as I’ve known, females have displayed no indication of the ability to go beyond what is expected of their behavior.
But why? Are they not Homo Sapiens too? What has made them behave in such a radically different way than their male counterparts? In order to find an answer to these questions I need to delve into my own personal experiences.
When I was around the age of 12, back in the sixth grade, I found myself traversing the hallways of my middle school, until I passed a flock of girls. The girls turned to me to say hello, smiles plastered across their faces, and after I returned their greeting, they proceeded on their normal route. However, as they walked away from me, one of them noted on how rancid my appearance was.
“He’s so ugly!” she sneered, laughing as she made the comment.
“Don’t say that,” said another girl, trying her best to hold in her own laughter, trying to maintain her social poise, yet all the same refusing to deny the validity of the claim.
Although I heard this insult and was saddened over it, I tried not to think too much of this, just believing that those girls were just rude people. However, what I believed at the time to be an exception was in fact the norm.
What does it mean to be bluepilled? It’s common in many forums and circles to hear this term thrown around, but the actual meaning is not as ingrained into the collective consciousness as it should be. The idea of the blue pill stems from the popular science fiction movie, The Matrix, in which taking the blue pill means living your life in peace, comfort, and as a result blissful ignorance of the true nature of the world. Blissful ignorance I believe is the best trait to attribute to my old self, though upon further examination, “dense retard” seems to be more apt.
Throughout my time in middle school, I had faced much torment from females. From name-calling to teasing to punching, I found myself victim to many of their attacks. I wasn’t a pushover, however, and often tried to defend myself by calling them out on their stupid behavior. But when you’re an ugly and short pubescent child, it’s hard to be taken seriously. Often times my best attempts to stop the teasing was met with even more ridicule and torment. I was never bullied, but the rude actions of these girls was a constant throughout my middle school life. But like a mouth-breathing simian, I chose to still give the gender the benefit of the doubt, telling myself that these girls were just bad apples.
It was around this time that I began feeling attraction towards girls my age. This was a rather new feeling for me, and a feeling that changed my life forever. You see, attraction is a double edged sword. The feeling of infatuation can admittedly be one that creates positive thoughts in one’s head at first. Yet when you’re an ugly retard like I was at the time, these feelings are short-lived as the harsh reality of the situation becomes apparent to you. Frankly, girls just didn’t like me. If anything, my mere presence was an eyesore for them. Why associate with my ugly being when they could be with someone taller or more attractive?
Is it their fault to blame for this? Not really; as humans we’re biologically wired to always be drawn to the most attractive people around us. Nevertheless the constant disapproval and disdain I received from girls my age was enough to develop my mentality, and become less bluepilled. I used to believe that being a decent person with a sense of humor was enough. I now realize, however, that there is a barrier to entry for the reciprocation of your feelings, and this barrier was dependant on parts of ourselves we could never truly change.
I ended my middle school life friendzoned by half the girls I knew (I’m using the term “friend” very loosely, they more so barely tolerated me), and reviled by the other half. It’s hard not to look back on these years with a deep sadness. I had started middle school confident and willing to talk to anyone, yet left a very shy and reserved person who had trouble even making eye contact with others.
Some might say that I was becoming more redpilled as a result of my past experiences. But to say that would be to assume that the nature of pills work on a linear spectrum. I believe it to instead be a forked path.
At the basal root of all pills of course lies the blue pill, which again is essentially blissful ignorance. To be redpilled would be to take one path, and would entail understanding the cruel, unfiltered truth of the world. However there’s an element of the contemporary red pill many people seem to overlook. Part of the red pill is believing that there is a way to change the negative aspects of one’s environment, or rather, that there is a hope for change. This aspect of the red pill is what distinguishes it from the path I was on, the black pill. This was the idea that not only was one’s situation dismal and unforgiving, but there was no way to change it.
With each passing day of high school, the black pill only strengthened. More comments from girls on my unappealing appearance, how I could never get a girlfriend even if I tried, and much more were thrust upon me in regular fashion.
While this is very depressing, it’s hard not to laugh at this series of misfortunes. Time and time again, I was led to believe that there could be hope for my ugly self, and time and time again, life reprimanded me for trying to find light at the end of the tunnel. It was always the same pattern: I’d meet a girl who explained that she was different from the other girls, only for her to be the exact same as them and ostracize me.
My adolescence was characterized by a constant pattern of hope followed by rejection, over and over again, like clockwork. It was at the end of high school that the black pill had fully taken over and I saw everything for the way it was. There would never be that “different girl,” because females as a collective did not possess the ability to show variation in thoughts and actions.
It’s been years since I’ve had feelings for any girls, let alone wanted any in my presence. I’m consumed by the disgusting feeling that has resulted from years of understanding the truth. No matter what they say, no matter what they do, girls cannot deviate from their route of actions and beliefs. Take one look on social media or the internet in general and you see this to be true. They all have the same opinions on issues, and whenever they have any differing viewpoints, they make a show to illustrate how different their opinions are because at the end of the day, all they want is attention.
Like the runt of the litter in a pack of wolves, females want nothing but to be accepted into the inner sanctum of society. But unlike the beta male of a group of animals, women have never in the modern age found themselves in an inferior social positions. Our world of cucks, white knights, and incels has elevated the status of the human female to that of a deity, to the point where women truly believe they are gods above men.
Why should I view an ugly man as anything more than trash? Why should I lower myself to acknowledging their existence?
This is why it’s easy for women to manipulate men into doing whatever they want. They’re practically worshipped, so receiving favors while giving not even the slightest hint of respect in response is the norm for them.
But to not be one of these cuckolding retards who licks the ground that women tread on is to understand that this lifestyle of being worshipped, paired with their hatred of those who don’t meet their beauty or status requirements, breeds a homogenous lifestyle among all females.
Women do not behave like men. They simply cannot think or behave any differently from one another. They have the same views, the same interests, and the same goals. They’re all clones of one another. At this point they bear no distinction from artificial intelligence, never straying from their programming.
Women are Robots
