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So i was reading this subreddit and holy shit the copes
The amount of delusion and cope a normie has is just unfathomable to me. How can you seriously think others care about you? Others think about their human neightbors? What so called "friends" think about you? That it is okay to have 5 bodies as a woman OR guy?
This society is so delusional cause of the comforts that has been given to us. For example lets talk about my ex here. She is a narcy bitch that comes from a well off family. She acts like the nicest person in the world by for example volunteering to read stories for children, school president so basically the populair kid. She is white, goodlooking and around 5'9. She is so delusional and thinks everything is sunshine and lollypops simpely because her life is that way. She was shocked when i told her the basic of the basics shit about how the world works. JFL she didnt even know about epstein.
Also ofcourse a leftwinged thot. She acts all nice infront of you and her self image yet she is the most narcy racist bitch youll ever see. Thats just one of many examples.
I genuinely cant describe just the pure amount of hatred i have for these kind of people. Theyre all insane and just full on copium gass cause life offers it to them.
The avarage person nowadays has 6 copes which is INSANE. The lower your copes are the more sane you become.
Bluepill tier: 4-6+ copes
Red pill tier: 2-3 copes
Blackpill tier: 0-1 copes
Whitepill: copes dont exist anymore. you aren't coping with anything cause you have accepted that it is okay.
The reality is life is 10% Lifefuel and 90% ropefuel for the avarage normie. Yet they delude themselves with cooes to make it seem like it is 90% lifefuel and 10% ropefuel.
This is what life shoud feel like methaphorically
Chat gpt's:
The Kingdom of Lala
In a faraway place—not across oceans, but behind the thin veil of ordinary days—there was a kingdom called Lala. It wasn’t marked on any map, because you could only find it if you were already living there. In Lala, everyone was happy—or at least, they said they were.
Every morning, the people of Lala would put on their masks: some wore smiles stitched from tiredness, others wore grins painted over silent despair. The Great Scrolls of Lala, broadcasted through endless crystal screens, told everyone that pain was just a “growth opportunity,” loneliness was a “self-discovery journey,” and poverty was a “character-building arc.”
If you lost your job, the healers would say, “This is the universe pushing you toward your passion!” If your heart was broken, the minstrels would sing, “It’s a blessing in disguise!” If you felt the crushing emptiness of existence, the sages would whisper, “Just be grateful. Others have it worse.”
And so, people learned to call their bruises "blessings," their cages "sanctuaries," and their grief "transformations."
The Kingdom of Lala had an army, too—not soldiers, but Influencers, armed with quotes written in loopy fonts over sunset pictures. "Positive vibes only!" they shouted. "Manifest happiness!" they cried. And if you weren’t smiling, they said you just weren’t trying hard enough.
Everyone became masters of coping: some with endless distractions, others with manufactured dreams, and most with small daily lies they told themselves to survive.
Deep down, there were some who suspected the truth—that Lala wasn’t a paradise, but a carefully managed hallucination. But speaking it aloud was dangerous. To say, “I am not happy,” was to break the most sacred law: Never Disturb the Dream.
Instead, the few who glimpsed reality kept silent, slipping into crowds of the forever-grinning. They laughed a little too loudly at jokes that weren’t funny. They nodded a little too eagerly at plans that didn’t matter. They called themselves “blessed” while something hollow gnawed at them from inside.
And Lala spun on, a beautiful machine fueled by fragile dreams, each citizen a cog whispering the same desperate lullaby:
"Everything is fine. Everything is fine. Everything is fine."
TLDR; Normies are insane deluded cunts that should killthemselves for not accepting the truth (WATER)
The amount of delusion and cope a normie has is just unfathomable to me. How can you seriously think others care about you? Others think about their human neightbors? What so called "friends" think about you? That it is okay to have 5 bodies as a woman OR guy?
This society is so delusional cause of the comforts that has been given to us. For example lets talk about my ex here. She is a narcy bitch that comes from a well off family. She acts like the nicest person in the world by for example volunteering to read stories for children, school president so basically the populair kid. She is white, goodlooking and around 5'9. She is so delusional and thinks everything is sunshine and lollypops simpely because her life is that way. She was shocked when i told her the basic of the basics shit about how the world works. JFL she didnt even know about epstein
.
Also ofcourse a leftwinged thot. She acts all nice infront of you and her self image yet she is the most narcy racist bitch youll ever see. Thats just one of many examples.
I genuinely cant describe just the pure amount of hatred i have for these kind of people. Theyre all insane and just full on copium gass cause life offers it to them.
The avarage person nowadays has 6 copes which is INSANE. The lower your copes are the more sane you become.
Bluepill tier: 4-6+ copes
Red pill tier: 2-3 copes
Blackpill tier: 0-1 copes
Whitepill: copes dont exist anymore. you aren't coping with anything cause you have accepted that it is okay.
The reality is life is 10% Lifefuel and 90% ropefuel for the avarage normie. Yet they delude themselves with cooes to make it seem like it is 90% lifefuel and 10% ropefuel.
This is what life shoud feel like methaphorically
Chat gpt's:
The Kingdom of Lala
In a faraway place—not across oceans, but behind the thin veil of ordinary days—there was a kingdom called Lala. It wasn’t marked on any map, because you could only find it if you were already living there. In Lala, everyone was happy—or at least, they said they were.
Every morning, the people of Lala would put on their masks: some wore smiles stitched from tiredness, others wore grins painted over silent despair. The Great Scrolls of Lala, broadcasted through endless crystal screens, told everyone that pain was just a “growth opportunity,” loneliness was a “self-discovery journey,” and poverty was a “character-building arc.”
If you lost your job, the healers would say, “This is the universe pushing you toward your passion!” If your heart was broken, the minstrels would sing, “It’s a blessing in disguise!” If you felt the crushing emptiness of existence, the sages would whisper, “Just be grateful. Others have it worse.”
And so, people learned to call their bruises "blessings," their cages "sanctuaries," and their grief "transformations."
The Kingdom of Lala had an army, too—not soldiers, but Influencers, armed with quotes written in loopy fonts over sunset pictures. "Positive vibes only!" they shouted. "Manifest happiness!" they cried. And if you weren’t smiling, they said you just weren’t trying hard enough.
Everyone became masters of coping: some with endless distractions, others with manufactured dreams, and most with small daily lies they told themselves to survive.
Deep down, there were some who suspected the truth—that Lala wasn’t a paradise, but a carefully managed hallucination. But speaking it aloud was dangerous. To say, “I am not happy,” was to break the most sacred law: Never Disturb the Dream.
Instead, the few who glimpsed reality kept silent, slipping into crowds of the forever-grinning. They laughed a little too loudly at jokes that weren’t funny. They nodded a little too eagerly at plans that didn’t matter. They called themselves “blessed” while something hollow gnawed at them from inside.
And Lala spun on, a beautiful machine fueled by fragile dreams, each citizen a cog whispering the same desperate lullaby:
"Everything is fine. Everything is fine. Everything is fine."
TLDR; Normies are insane deluded cunts that should killthemselves for not accepting the truth (WATER)
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