Seriously annoying hearing this bullshit quote, specially from women..
Blackpill There's someone for everyone - The biggest lie that has ever been told.
Due to higher female fetal mortality, the sex ratio at birth worldwide is commonly thought to be 107 boys to 100 girls, although this value is subject to debate in the scientific community. The sex ratio for the entire world population is 102 males to 100 females (2017 est.).
not even enough women for every man on earth, so there literally isn't someone for everyone
not even enough women for every man on earth, so there literally isn't someone for everyone
You hit the nail on it.... I never really believed in that theory.
Especially when you know the meaning is, "you'll get a girl, but not me"
U
Join Date: May 20, 2018
1 post
Where were you all these times?
1 post
Where were you all these times?
Only women believe this, because it's true for them.
It's more like ''Any girl would be lucky to have you''... meanwhile rejects you.
there's someone for every woman*
What kind of an insect nonintellectual mindless cockroach do you have to be to actually believe in that quote?
Lol I never did believe in it.. doesn't even make a bit of sense..
It's bullshit. Women despise ugly men. We're going to die alone.
Too much black pilled you done spilled...
It's the first thing that any boomer/Gen X would say.
"There's someone for everyone." Not only is this a lie, but an especially egregious one. It's the sort of statement so obviously false that anyone spouting it could be considered uttering an obscenity. Arguments could be made that God is dead, but Reality certainly is not; invoking the absurd notion of the soul-mate is a blasphemy against It.
Though we may not excuse the heretic for promulgating his lies, we can at least have some sympathy for the ignorant masses the charlatan seduces. After all, the false prophet claims to speak regarding occult worlds that less-enlightened men and women aren't privileged to see for themselves. He convinces his silly disciples that he alone has heard the voice of God and his sad little flock, lacking ears sharp enough to listen to angels, may be fooled into accepting their shepherd's poisonous gospel.
However, you don't need to survey the world through a god's eyes to recognize that not every man finds a mate. Legions of men eventually join the ranks of the dead after having spent an excruciatingly lonely lifetime untouched and unwanted, with their solitary march to grave on full display for anyone who has the strength to look at it.
People are more than willing to watch parades in honor of triumphant heroes. Such events are celebrations of humanity, of all the good things it's capable of accomplishing and are, by virtue of this, invigorating and life-affirming. Marriages are celebrated, the birth of children are an occasion for joy. The victory of the human species is affirmed through such good things, and people are eager to remind themselves they are a part of something miraculous.
No one wants to watch a procession of the armies of the night, populated by tattered warriors in Nature's brutal war who answered the call to battle and returned from the conflict humiliated, maimed, deformed and defeated.
These poor ghouls, their uniforms rent into funeral shrouds, aren't walking toward a new sunrise but down to the places below the horizon where even the coldest starlight refuses to glow.
Make no mistake, they hear us as we trudge past their windows while they bask in the warmth of the hearth after nighttime has risen up to claim the world. Our cries reach their ears as we sing our collective dirge. And yes, they'll cast a curious glance through the pane of glass that separates our respective tribes, turning away and hastily drawing the blinds before the sight of our misery can seize their hearts. And if our voices penetrate the shutters they'll stop their ears and chant their mendacious mantras.
"There's someone for everyone, there's someone for everyone, there's someone for everyone..."
By the time the sun has risen, the unlovable monsters will have disappeared to wherever it is the moon sinks with their screams following them down into silence. And if the memory of the terrible things the loved saw with their own eyes and heard with their own ears rises up and threatens to cast even the palest shadow upon their luminous world, they'll repeat their happy lie until they convince themselves the horrors they witnessed firsthand were nothing more than vapors of some fitful dream.
Though we may not excuse the heretic for promulgating his lies, we can at least have some sympathy for the ignorant masses the charlatan seduces. After all, the false prophet claims to speak regarding occult worlds that less-enlightened men and women aren't privileged to see for themselves. He convinces his silly disciples that he alone has heard the voice of God and his sad little flock, lacking ears sharp enough to listen to angels, may be fooled into accepting their shepherd's poisonous gospel.
However, you don't need to survey the world through a god's eyes to recognize that not every man finds a mate. Legions of men eventually join the ranks of the dead after having spent an excruciatingly lonely lifetime untouched and unwanted, with their solitary march to grave on full display for anyone who has the strength to look at it.
People are more than willing to watch parades in honor of triumphant heroes. Such events are celebrations of humanity, of all the good things it's capable of accomplishing and are, by virtue of this, invigorating and life-affirming. Marriages are celebrated, the birth of children are an occasion for joy. The victory of the human species is affirmed through such good things, and people are eager to remind themselves they are a part of something miraculous.
No one wants to watch a procession of the armies of the night, populated by tattered warriors in Nature's brutal war who answered the call to battle and returned from the conflict humiliated, maimed, deformed and defeated.
These poor ghouls, their uniforms rent into funeral shrouds, aren't walking toward a new sunrise but down to the places below the horizon where even the coldest starlight refuses to glow.
Make no mistake, they hear us as we trudge past their windows while they bask in the warmth of the hearth after nighttime has risen up to claim the world. Our cries reach their ears as we sing our collective dirge. And yes, they'll cast a curious glance through the pane of glass that separates our respective tribes, turning away and hastily drawing the blinds before the sight of our misery can seize their hearts. And if our voices penetrate the shutters they'll stop their ears and chant their mendacious mantras.
"There's someone for everyone, there's someone for everyone, there's someone for everyone..."
By the time the sun has risen, the unlovable monsters will have disappeared to wherever it is the moon sinks with their screams following them down into silence. And if the memory of the terrible things the loved saw with their own eyes and heard with their own ears rises up and threatens to cast even the palest shadow upon their luminous world, they'll repeat their happy lie until they convince themselves the horrors they witnessed firsthand were nothing more than vapors of some fitful dream.
D
In China there is 1.1 male for every female, there extra 130 million men.
D
That's a hell of a lot of extra fighting men.
Sick read.
Similar threads
Users who are viewing this thread
