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This is the most brutal part of the blackpill

InfernumOsculum

InfernumOsculum

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I think it’s realizing that everything I’ve ever valued means nothing. And I don’t mean the bs “nihilistic” boo hoo drivel, I mean even the fake value people construct as a coping mechanism is not applicable to me. Not even fake value given by other people, nothing.

I don’t know, I grew up with the things normal people my age grew up with - I liked meme culture, I liked certain music, I liked movies that everyone around me liked, etc. and that combined with an imbued sense of Judeo-Christian values (not to mention religion), how there’s this grand cosmic morality we are all a part of, etc., I really felt like my life had meaning insofar as I was a part of something beyond myself, even if I was never accepted at a local level.

Now? I realize all those things, all those things that brought me joy and happiness and gave me motivation to keep on trying, they were never meant for me. They were never meant for me to relate to, they were never meant for me to be a part of. My own subjective experiences relating to these things were not at all one to one with the subjective experiences of the people who made these things. Not even a bit.

Most people who made these things and were a part of these things, they were ordinary people who had a healthy friend group, dating life, etc. so they were never meant to relate to me personally in bringing me joy.

Everything I’ve ever valued means nothing because there’s a total divorce of intent from my very personhood and the artists who made it.
 
The most brutal moment is always the one when you realize it's fucking over. No cope will save us. All that remains is the rope or to go ER.
 
The most brutal moment is always the one when you realize it's fucking over. No cope will save us. All that remains is the rope or to go ER.
coping till the end of days
 

Don't worry about the passages read. It's only an excuse.

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The most brutal moment is always the one when you realize it's fucking over. No cope will save us.
this is something very different.

It’s not even the fact that women don’t like me or I can’t get laid. They’re autonomous people, they have chosen im not worthy of love or affection, that’s fine. I can’t force someone to love me who doesn’t.

It’s the fact that I don’t even know what love is even more. Most people have had such a drastically different life experience that they can extrapolate some vague notion of “love” from it, and I can’t understand it as most people understand it.

Even if a woman were to desire me tomorrow and suck my dick, I wouldn’t know what it meant in relation to that person, because that person doesn’t understand me and I don’t understand her, because our formative experiences are miles and miles apart.
 
The most brutal moment is always the one when you realize it's fucking over. No cope will save us. All that remains is the rope or to go E.R.
 
The most brutal moment is always the one when you realize it's fucking over. No cope will save us. All that remains is the rope or to go ER.
 
Everything is a social construct.
We only exist because the organisms that didn't have our specific adaptations died before fucking.
What's happening to us is not unique and has happened to every organism in every generation ever.
The most brutal part is not allowing euthanasia or reprieve as an option, instead making incels suffer a long, torturous and lonely death in an isolated world that doesn't want them.
 
Self-realization's like the worst part of the black pill. Once you discover your life is meaningless and that you'll end up just walking silently on a one-way street with no one to follow you, or that even cares about whether or not you're alive the next day... that's when shit gets real. And we wonder why drugs are so popular... the clarity that the black pill instilled into me... all it really did was make me an alcoholic. That's it.
 
Self-realization's like the worst part of the black pill. Once you discover your life is meaningless and that you'll end up just walking silently on a one-way street with no one to follow you, or that even cares about whether or not you're alive the next day... that's when shit gets real. And we wonder why drugs are so popular... the clarity that the black pill instilled into me... all it really did was make me an alcoholic. That's it.
What an apt metaphor. It’s like you’re walking down a street with a busload of people all marching forward towards a goal and fun / adventure along the way then you choose to turn a corner with less people, another corner with less people, until you end up in a never ending dark back alley by yourself while most people still are with the busload of people reaching that destination. It’s like “huh, I never actually was walking among them”
 
All life besides plants shouldn’t exist
 
The most brutal moment is always the one when you realize it's fucking over. No cope will save us. All that remains is the rope or to go ER.
Killing people is the way. Let no fetus walk. Let no clump of cells live. All evil. Your existence.my existence me everything our existencs means something not theirs they are the evil opppresors. Kill me if you can normies. I'll eat you all and eat your flesh. (In videogame)
 

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