We perceive reality as it actually is, but a lot of people like to say otherwise. They will bitch and whine and scream that we are deluded and have no idea what's going on whenever confronted with takes on life that can be identified by their 89 IQ brains as being even remotely blackpilled or "incellish". Be they malevolent or simply coping with their own lots in life, these hordes of shit for brains bluepilled retards will continuously attempt to gaslight you whereever you go until, if you are weak-minded enough to go along with it, you start to doubt your conclusions about the nature of reality when not constantly provided evidence of it (usually via not going outside for a week or two and engaging in days-long escapism binges indoors). If you have these doubts and think things might not be totally as bad as they seem, you should walk your walk based on the talk bluepillers talk - act on their advice.
I didn't try being a jestermaxxed simp to my female roommates who look at me like a cockroach, although first-hand rejection in adulthood is brutal enough to confirm the blackpill forever, but I did see a therapist - a university counsellor, to be exact - because I needed to get some paperwork done with one's input. My counsellor was an oldish middle aged foid with long brown hair who seemed rather gruff and jaded, and who I am not sure to what extent I was disliked by. She would have been reasonably attractive in her youth just based on looking at her face.
Most people who walked into the university's counselling office belonged to the types of human being you'd expect to be there - white and ethnic foids, gross looking queers with purple hair, degenerates in crutches - a mix of reprobate faggots whose remaining time on Earth would be a lost cause from this point onwards, people whose lives were so fucked up the therapy was like psychological palliative care for them, and a healthy plurality of human golden retrievers who fell into a state of "depression" and "needed" to "see a therapist" because Chad fucked their bestie.
I was probably the only non-NT sub-7 heterosexual lower class white guy raised by a single mother to have enterred the psychologist's office that whole afternoon, which is ironic because it's basically impossible to deny that somebody who is not exceptionally smart (I was in the gifted program and was #1 in my 25% aboriginal 250 person shit primary school but it amounted to nothing because I hit a mental brick wall come year 9), handsome (I am fucking ugly), strong (manlet), talented (self-explanatory), well-off (none of my immediate family can see a future beyond drudging wage slavery for me), well-connected (my family name is irrelevant, I barely know anyone normally, much less have people who are willing to nepotism you into shit like almost everyone successful here) or even socially functional (diagnosed sperg) born into a world that has set out to dupe, scam, belittle, push into a corner, exploit, outsource, humiliate, impoverish, disenfranchise, replace and destroy him from the start would have a lot more painful psychological baggage than some fucking dyke hole that belongs to multiple protected groups at once and got sent to an all girl's private school by her rich father.
I can't tie a tie, my father went to university before anyone else in my family and became a public servant, I occasionally use a conjunction at the end of my sentences and I basically never speak to my grandparents, aunts or uncles like people in well-off, properly-functioning, well-connected families do. It's not crying for a badge of victimhood to say that my life sucks more than that of the majority of people entering that office, except maybe the fags who fucked themselves up by enabling their mental illness. I'm not saying I am some kind of hard cunt that has to fight my way through everything, but I'm not a softcock retard protected by society from my own stupidity either.
To get the paperwork done with the counsellor she asks me about recent events in my life and then, out of either some sort of interest or a desire for context, she starts asking me about the last 10+ years of my life. I can't look her in the eye and ramble because it's so uncomfortable to deliver to her, but I do it anyway because 1) it's confidential and 2) I have a suspicion she won't be interested in speaking to me again (this turns out to be the case). She gives an either drained or insincere-sounding "that's awful" in response to things and periodically says "X thing must be upsetting/aggravating" as if she wants to build rapport with me by having me agree with her.
Although it's not a busy afternoon I end up staying ten minutes past the point at which it's finished, and as she impatiently walks me out of her office I tell her I am angry about all of this and I want to be less angry. Her answer to this? Just ghost your shitty family members and never talk to them again brooo, just focus on other things brooo. What do you enjoy? Video games? Play video games broooo. Do you have anyone to talk to IRL? No? You said you got online advice on dealing with centrelink from somebody, speak to them brooo. Her advice is just to engage in escapism so I don't think about bad things, which I do already. Is this the power of seeing a mental health professional? I wanted the bluepill magician's trick to work and make me less frustrated, able to see a silver lining in this gay shit, but apparently men like us are supposed to deal with reality exactly like they already do - drugs, porn, vidya, escapism and exploitation of the brain's reward system.
The best part? I asked her if I was basically right about all of this, and her answer was a not everything very clearly referring to the nasty things I'd done in response as being wrong, but confirming that all my conclusions about my situation and the world around me are correct. I am cognisant, I have eyes and ears, and I am capable of perceiving things around me that aren't complex mathematical concepts reasonably well. This is true of everyone else here who isn't completely retarded or a schizo. In what reality are we wrong about the world around us when more optimistic worldviews based around effort, virtue and merit fall flat on their faces time and time again, while the blackpill can be used to pretty accurately predict the end results of interpersonal relationships and human life stories? Is there any reason to believe that things are not 100% as bad as they seem and probably even worse? Nope, and the only solution is to cope or rope. Even the Jews told me to cope because I can't give them money if I rope.
This REALLY is reality and it REALLY is every bit as fucking nightmarish as it's made out to be even if you try to get lost in your own head to get away with it hooooooly shit. The constant attempts to gaslight low-status males into cleaning up somebody else's shit for their entire lives with cries of "contribute to society bro", "be passionate about what you do bro", "there's someone out there for everyone bro", "people somewhere will care about what you do and who you are bro" and finally "you're not necessarily entitled to any reward for this but it's a good idea anyway bro" are made by malicious manipulators who deserve the absolute worst. Make a short list of the types of people you've had try to do this to you, and you'll very quickly find that most of them weren't doing it in good faith and a lot of them were duped into it themselves and just spewing the propaganda they were fed instead of admitting it was all a scam. Many would have actively benefitted from putting you into shackles so they could get better shackles of their own. The truth is on our side even if the world is against us.
I didn't try being a jestermaxxed simp to my female roommates who look at me like a cockroach, although first-hand rejection in adulthood is brutal enough to confirm the blackpill forever, but I did see a therapist - a university counsellor, to be exact - because I needed to get some paperwork done with one's input. My counsellor was an oldish middle aged foid with long brown hair who seemed rather gruff and jaded, and who I am not sure to what extent I was disliked by. She would have been reasonably attractive in her youth just based on looking at her face.
Most people who walked into the university's counselling office belonged to the types of human being you'd expect to be there - white and ethnic foids, gross looking queers with purple hair, degenerates in crutches - a mix of reprobate faggots whose remaining time on Earth would be a lost cause from this point onwards, people whose lives were so fucked up the therapy was like psychological palliative care for them, and a healthy plurality of human golden retrievers who fell into a state of "depression" and "needed" to "see a therapist" because Chad fucked their bestie.
I was probably the only non-NT sub-7 heterosexual lower class white guy raised by a single mother to have enterred the psychologist's office that whole afternoon, which is ironic because it's basically impossible to deny that somebody who is not exceptionally smart (I was in the gifted program and was #1 in my 25% aboriginal 250 person shit primary school but it amounted to nothing because I hit a mental brick wall come year 9), handsome (I am fucking ugly), strong (manlet), talented (self-explanatory), well-off (none of my immediate family can see a future beyond drudging wage slavery for me), well-connected (my family name is irrelevant, I barely know anyone normally, much less have people who are willing to nepotism you into shit like almost everyone successful here) or even socially functional (diagnosed sperg) born into a world that has set out to dupe, scam, belittle, push into a corner, exploit, outsource, humiliate, impoverish, disenfranchise, replace and destroy him from the start would have a lot more painful psychological baggage than some fucking dyke hole that belongs to multiple protected groups at once and got sent to an all girl's private school by her rich father.
I can't tie a tie, my father went to university before anyone else in my family and became a public servant, I occasionally use a conjunction at the end of my sentences and I basically never speak to my grandparents, aunts or uncles like people in well-off, properly-functioning, well-connected families do. It's not crying for a badge of victimhood to say that my life sucks more than that of the majority of people entering that office, except maybe the fags who fucked themselves up by enabling their mental illness. I'm not saying I am some kind of hard cunt that has to fight my way through everything, but I'm not a softcock retard protected by society from my own stupidity either.
To get the paperwork done with the counsellor she asks me about recent events in my life and then, out of either some sort of interest or a desire for context, she starts asking me about the last 10+ years of my life. I can't look her in the eye and ramble because it's so uncomfortable to deliver to her, but I do it anyway because 1) it's confidential and 2) I have a suspicion she won't be interested in speaking to me again (this turns out to be the case). She gives an either drained or insincere-sounding "that's awful" in response to things and periodically says "X thing must be upsetting/aggravating" as if she wants to build rapport with me by having me agree with her.
Although it's not a busy afternoon I end up staying ten minutes past the point at which it's finished, and as she impatiently walks me out of her office I tell her I am angry about all of this and I want to be less angry. Her answer to this? Just ghost your shitty family members and never talk to them again brooo, just focus on other things brooo. What do you enjoy? Video games? Play video games broooo. Do you have anyone to talk to IRL? No? You said you got online advice on dealing with centrelink from somebody, speak to them brooo. Her advice is just to engage in escapism so I don't think about bad things, which I do already. Is this the power of seeing a mental health professional? I wanted the bluepill magician's trick to work and make me less frustrated, able to see a silver lining in this gay shit, but apparently men like us are supposed to deal with reality exactly like they already do - drugs, porn, vidya, escapism and exploitation of the brain's reward system.
The best part? I asked her if I was basically right about all of this, and her answer was a not everything very clearly referring to the nasty things I'd done in response as being wrong, but confirming that all my conclusions about my situation and the world around me are correct. I am cognisant, I have eyes and ears, and I am capable of perceiving things around me that aren't complex mathematical concepts reasonably well. This is true of everyone else here who isn't completely retarded or a schizo. In what reality are we wrong about the world around us when more optimistic worldviews based around effort, virtue and merit fall flat on their faces time and time again, while the blackpill can be used to pretty accurately predict the end results of interpersonal relationships and human life stories? Is there any reason to believe that things are not 100% as bad as they seem and probably even worse? Nope, and the only solution is to cope or rope. Even the Jews told me to cope because I can't give them money if I rope.
This REALLY is reality and it REALLY is every bit as fucking nightmarish as it's made out to be even if you try to get lost in your own head to get away with it hooooooly shit. The constant attempts to gaslight low-status males into cleaning up somebody else's shit for their entire lives with cries of "contribute to society bro", "be passionate about what you do bro", "there's someone out there for everyone bro", "people somewhere will care about what you do and who you are bro" and finally "you're not necessarily entitled to any reward for this but it's a good idea anyway bro" are made by malicious manipulators who deserve the absolute worst. Make a short list of the types of people you've had try to do this to you, and you'll very quickly find that most of them weren't doing it in good faith and a lot of them were duped into it themselves and just spewing the propaganda they were fed instead of admitting it was all a scam. Many would have actively benefitted from putting you into shackles so they could get better shackles of their own. The truth is on our side even if the world is against us.
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