ONION BURPS
Most men die at 27 — We just bury them at 72
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I remember finding lookism.net around 2018. I entertained the ideas presented, seeing as they explained a lot of my life's circumstances, but never fully accepted them. I was maybe red pilled, or maybe even purple pilled if anyone remembers what that means I still had hope I guess I should say. Even after reading the height pill (I'm 5'6) I still thought of those 1/million cases where a short guy got a GF. I was still immersed in bluepilled rhetoric. They made incels and blackpill ideology demonized in my head, so I fought the truth as long as I could.
I went on a self improooovment journey. Gymcel'd and style-maxxed as best I could for a year or so. It consumed my life, I thought I would ascend. Tinder was still dry, no girls gave a fuck about me at my job when I tried flirting/conversing with them. I just couldn't quiet the nagging blackpilled examples I saw on .net while going thru life anymore. I was seeing it everywhere. Tall chads got the girls. Short men simping, oofy doofies in sexless relationships, cuck whipped to oblivion. Remembering the times in high/middle school I would be left out of socializing, I just felt invisible my entire life.
It just hit me one day while sitting in the gym parking lot. I was so tired and sore, burnt out on IMPROOOVING... Why was I killing myself, starving myself for nothing? I drove home and cancelled my membership a week later. The depression never really lifted per-say, but it's become bearable. I don't notice it, it's become routine.
Have you guys got definitive moments where you gave up? Did you fight the BP or did you instantly swallow it?
I went on a self improooovment journey. Gymcel'd and style-maxxed as best I could for a year or so. It consumed my life, I thought I would ascend. Tinder was still dry, no girls gave a fuck about me at my job when I tried flirting/conversing with them. I just couldn't quiet the nagging blackpilled examples I saw on .net while going thru life anymore. I was seeing it everywhere. Tall chads got the girls. Short men simping, oofy doofies in sexless relationships, cuck whipped to oblivion. Remembering the times in high/middle school I would be left out of socializing, I just felt invisible my entire life.
It just hit me one day while sitting in the gym parking lot. I was so tired and sore, burnt out on IMPROOOVING... Why was I killing myself, starving myself for nothing? I drove home and cancelled my membership a week later. The depression never really lifted per-say, but it's become bearable. I don't notice it, it's become routine.
Have you guys got definitive moments where you gave up? Did you fight the BP or did you instantly swallow it?
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