Wouldn't it be nice if it were true? That the world isn't so bad? That the people of the world would gladly embrace you and accept you as their own, if you would only let them? That love, acceptance, and validation are there for you, if only you would ignore that truth-saying voice in the back of your mind telling you it's all a lie? By buying into the myth of the fair world, you're treading the path that leads to nowhere. Every time you see others find success where you only find failure, you're reminded of your inferiority. Every time you're blocked by an obstacle others cannot see, you're reminded of your efforts' futility. Every time you tell yourself reward is just one more step away, you're fattening the delusion that weighs you down like a ball and chain. Though the bluepill tells you you're the master of your own destiny, this is a lie. The bluepill makes you a slave, and your master is expectation.
Yeah, it sucks to find out you've been lied to your whole life about human nature, female nature especially. It sucks to find out your life was largely decided for you at birth, with full agency over it forever out of your reach. It sucks to know the game is rigged, and you're the perpetual loser. But you know what? Hope is the first step on the road to disappointment. As the blackpill is devoid of hope, it's necessarily devoid of disappointment. A deeply blackpilled person will never be disappointed because he expects nothing--less than nothing. Pain is temporary. The blackpill hurts, but it's a good pain, as it's cleansing the sickness of hope from your mind. Once you've been cleansed, once you truly accept that it's over, you can embrace the pointlessness and unfairness of it all with blithe insouciance.
Yeah, it sucks to find out you've been lied to your whole life about human nature, female nature especially. It sucks to find out your life was largely decided for you at birth, with full agency over it forever out of your reach. It sucks to know the game is rigged, and you're the perpetual loser. But you know what? Hope is the first step on the road to disappointment. As the blackpill is devoid of hope, it's necessarily devoid of disappointment. A deeply blackpilled person will never be disappointed because he expects nothing--less than nothing. Pain is temporary. The blackpill hurts, but it's a good pain, as it's cleansing the sickness of hope from your mind. Once you've been cleansed, once you truly accept that it's over, you can embrace the pointlessness and unfairness of it all with blithe insouciance.
