This morning I overheard my parents talking about the Renee Good situation, bitching about the fat dyke getting popped and calling the hERo ICE officer a “white trash nationalist,” and on impulse I barged out of my room and went Super Saiyan sperg on them. This ended up leading to a massive shouting match that, predictably – given my parents’ pajeet tendency to go on tangents every 2 seconds – eventually went from being about immigration law enforcement and demographics to me being a failure in life.
It was during the shift to the latter topic that the argument reached a fever pitch, and I ended up telling my parents directly to their faces much of what I spoke of in that “corporal punishment” thread – that they’re morally reprehensible, irresponsible breeders who are the primary reason for my failure, and who cursed me to a useless existence I never asked for (and made my doomed-from-the-start life even worse with their physical and mental abuse).
My dumbass dad practically went into overdrive here and started intentionally screeching at the top of his lungs as loud as he could, trying to drown my voice out. As for my mom, her reaction to this unsavory information was predictably childish, and she attempted to derail the argument with “BUT VHART ABOUT *x pajeet neighbour’s kid*” times five-hundred.
Eventually, though, I got my mom to listen to some of what I had to say, including how modern society (and especially the Chad & slut-revering West they chose to have me in despite their weak, impotent, subhuman pajeet physiology) was incredibly superficial, and that networking (the most important part of getting a job) almost entirely came down to being good-looking, NT, and not a creepy, weird, undersocialized, abused, helicopter-parented freak like me. I also pointed out to her directly that my dad has a low genotypic IQ – as evidenced by his attempts to drown me out with incomprehensible screeching – so I, having inherited his genes, was in no position to make it into a white collar career off of IQ alone.
Despite my parents’ attempts to gaslight, I felt fairly confident during this argument and did not let their bs get to me. I knew I was right and they were wrong, and I think that’s partially why I got them to at least superficially hear me out. The way they reacted in denial, distress, and intellectual helplessness honestly made me happy, as I finally felt like I was mentally breaking them as they did to me over the course of my life (though they broke me far worse, to the point that I have zero hope of ever integrating into a human social circle).
We’ve had multiple massive, vitriolic arguments over the past year, so in the end my parents and I settled on me writing them one large essay/manifesto of my grievances that I feel they played a role in. Effectively it’s an opportunity to write the blackpill Bible and fucking nuke them with it. I plan on providing charts, citing sources, and all that to drive home just how much genetics and childhood environment matter and not just the “personal agency” they keep endlessly emphasizing.
Honestly I’m not setting my expectations too high; my main goal is just to get some type of remorse out of my mom for selfishly creating me, physically abusing me, intentionally shattering my mental health, and blaming me throughout my entire life for basically all of both my and her problems. Knowing my boy @wereq was able to get his own abusive curry dad to come around to accepting the blackpill/racepill and taking accountability for his actions, I’m trying to tackle this task with hope in my heart.
As for my father, even though he was by far the worse parent, I don’t expect anything out of him. I mean, he’s literally a schizophrenic product of incest. I do not respect him as a man, a father, or even a human being, and in my eyes he’s fully irredeemable
It was during the shift to the latter topic that the argument reached a fever pitch, and I ended up telling my parents directly to their faces much of what I spoke of in that “corporal punishment” thread – that they’re morally reprehensible, irresponsible breeders who are the primary reason for my failure, and who cursed me to a useless existence I never asked for (and made my doomed-from-the-start life even worse with their physical and mental abuse).
My dumbass dad practically went into overdrive here and started intentionally screeching at the top of his lungs as loud as he could, trying to drown my voice out. As for my mom, her reaction to this unsavory information was predictably childish, and she attempted to derail the argument with “BUT VHART ABOUT *x pajeet neighbour’s kid*” times five-hundred.
Eventually, though, I got my mom to listen to some of what I had to say, including how modern society (and especially the Chad & slut-revering West they chose to have me in despite their weak, impotent, subhuman pajeet physiology) was incredibly superficial, and that networking (the most important part of getting a job) almost entirely came down to being good-looking, NT, and not a creepy, weird, undersocialized, abused, helicopter-parented freak like me. I also pointed out to her directly that my dad has a low genotypic IQ – as evidenced by his attempts to drown me out with incomprehensible screeching – so I, having inherited his genes, was in no position to make it into a white collar career off of IQ alone.
Despite my parents’ attempts to gaslight, I felt fairly confident during this argument and did not let their bs get to me. I knew I was right and they were wrong, and I think that’s partially why I got them to at least superficially hear me out. The way they reacted in denial, distress, and intellectual helplessness honestly made me happy, as I finally felt like I was mentally breaking them as they did to me over the course of my life (though they broke me far worse, to the point that I have zero hope of ever integrating into a human social circle).
We’ve had multiple massive, vitriolic arguments over the past year, so in the end my parents and I settled on me writing them one large essay/manifesto of my grievances that I feel they played a role in. Effectively it’s an opportunity to write the blackpill Bible and fucking nuke them with it. I plan on providing charts, citing sources, and all that to drive home just how much genetics and childhood environment matter and not just the “personal agency” they keep endlessly emphasizing.
Honestly I’m not setting my expectations too high; my main goal is just to get some type of remorse out of my mom for selfishly creating me, physically abusing me, intentionally shattering my mental health, and blaming me throughout my entire life for basically all of both my and her problems. Knowing my boy @wereq was able to get his own abusive curry dad to come around to accepting the blackpill/racepill and taking accountability for his actions, I’m trying to tackle this task with hope in my heart.
As for my father, even though he was by far the worse parent, I don’t expect anything out of him. I mean, he’s literally a schizophrenic product of incest. I do not respect him as a man, a father, or even a human being, and in my eyes he’s fully irredeemable
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