"Cope with philosophical stuff". Life is a cope itself; everything you do is motivated by an attempt to cope with death. A failed one at that, ultimately. "You could have had some enjoyment". The key there is "had." What does it matter if you had it or not when you're on your deathbed? Death comes the same to everyone, unwanted and horrifying. No amount of sex, money, or status changes that. Just imagine all the systems in your body progressively failing one by one, you won't be thinking "wow I'm glad I slayed those stacies 50 years ago". It doesn't make it better at all, and it doesn't give your life meaning whatsoever. "As we speak, Chad is balls deep into your looksmatch". I don't have ownership over every single woman on the planet who is my "looksmatch". If you take that logic further, the mere fact that other men are having sex with women on this planet as we speak makes you a cuck, as you could've been having that sex. So by your own logic, you're by default a perpetual cuck due to the mere fact that other people have sex.
didn't said u had an ownership over your lookmatch. But knowing that the girls supposed to be attracted to your aren't is brutal that's it.
No girls are attracted to me not only because of my poor looks, but also my personality and autism. Everyone dies with regrets at the end of the day; there are so many unanswered questions and what-ifs. I think Chad is less likely to develop self-awareness and introspection, as being surrounded by pleasure and validation all the time stunts growth in those areas. He suffers less in life, but also toward the end of it, for that reason. Even if I were a slayer, I'd still be haunted by meaninglessness and mortality. That's under the assumption that I would've had the bad experiences to inform those views but I had shit happen to me in early life which did. Inceldom came after, and it's only a side effect of my ugliness external and internal.
It doesn't end suffering; it removes the entire vessel capable of thought and feeling entirely. It's just nothingness, it's neutral, it's not pain, nor pleasure, you can't even perceive that you're not suffering anymore. That's the core of it, you don't exist to perceive the end of the suffering. Maybe on the verge of death for a brief moment. My point is that death isn't an escape; it's an end.
I agree. The notion comes from deeper philosophical roots of the individual having to serve the "community" and have a "higher purpose" to be valuable. Especially so for men. However, if we take out the axiomatic dogma in the value of life wouldnt it be subjective to the individual living it and the joy found in its pursuits? Many great contributor to society were flippant individuals who were seen as wasting their time by peers. Despite their pursuits having long lasting impacts on human history
Carl Jung spent hours in solitude near his favorite lake, Nietzsche took long solo walks, Hitler was a bohemian for several years, Diogenes would be called a loser today, but is remembered thousands of years after his death. There are so many examples. You're absolutely right, and your reply was well thought-out. None of the great people of history "grinded" or "locked in". Even those super dedicated to their "work" weren't really doing something they didn't want to do; it was done through passion, not persistence, generally.
