bombmyhousejfl
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I know the black pill is real. I know looks matter, intelligence matters, everything matters and it’s all genetic and environmental since free will doesn’t exist. You’re just neurons you can’t control. There is no “you.” Free will is a man-made concept. We are only advanced machines.
That being said, I feel like a complete idiot for waking up and worrying about my looks. Yes, they matter, but for what? Status? Why would I want that? Relationships? Then why do I keep seeing chopped men with beautiful women? Why do I have this desire to be seen, to be recognized? Why do I want status? Is this really the only way to live a happy and fulfilling life? No matter how much you cope, there is no god around. You’re just a random accident, so you create your meaning. Why did you decide you want status and not anything else? You could decide to master a skill or have some other life plan, but no, you decided that your life has to be about looks only.
I’m so stupid I fell into this rabbit hole. I’m such a weak idiot who needs validation to be happy, and I can’t do it alone, which makes me even more pathetic.
But what if I decide that the meaning of my life is to make it as difficult as possible, and in spite of that I choose to be happy and work hard? Isn’t that better? Living out of spite and anger until I die. Surpassing everyone despite my genetic disadvantage.
That being said, I feel like a complete idiot for waking up and worrying about my looks. Yes, they matter, but for what? Status? Why would I want that? Relationships? Then why do I keep seeing chopped men with beautiful women? Why do I have this desire to be seen, to be recognized? Why do I want status? Is this really the only way to live a happy and fulfilling life? No matter how much you cope, there is no god around. You’re just a random accident, so you create your meaning. Why did you decide you want status and not anything else? You could decide to master a skill or have some other life plan, but no, you decided that your life has to be about looks only.
I’m so stupid I fell into this rabbit hole. I’m such a weak idiot who needs validation to be happy, and I can’t do it alone, which makes me even more pathetic.
But what if I decide that the meaning of my life is to make it as difficult as possible, and in spite of that I choose to be happy and work hard? Isn’t that better? Living out of spite and anger until I die. Surpassing everyone despite my genetic disadvantage.
