MiniMewer
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My parents just confiscated my entire looksmaxxing stash after they “got concerned.” They found the setup I’d been assembling over 2 months under my bed —my hammer, peptides, syringes, stimulants and a few tools I probably shouldn’t have left visible. Once I explained that it was all part of a long-term plan to ascend, they immediately defaulted to normie copes like “you’re fine the way you are” and “this isn’t healthy.” They kept on pestering me to go to therapy as though that would fix my recessed infraorbitals.
They keep pushing the idea that I should stop “wasting time” and focus on studying so I can get into a good uni, as if academic success somehow translates into mogging. I tried to explain to them that none of it matters as I dont get many slays as a MTN whereas MTBs are getting flown out in private jets by celebs simply for existing on instagram due to the hoeflation and increase in competition. Nowadays with the internet you’re not just competing with the chads in your town; you’re competing globally with all the chads in the world. So it's impossible to satisfy hypergamy unless you are in the top 5% of looks, money or status. What frustrates me most is how blue-pilled they are; my mom kept insisting I have body dysmorphia instead of just letting me do whatever it takes to ascend.
Honestly, if someone like Clav were my dad, things would’ve been different from the start. Instead of vague encouragement and a college fund, I’d have had structured oversight: someone who actually understands optimization, trade-offs, and evidence-based pharmacological intervention. If Clav were my dad there would be no chance of me not ascending to at least Chadlite if not even Chad. He would support me with the right pharmacological intervention to maximise my puberty, guide me on a solid surgical plan. Maybe instead of a jester college fund, he would make me a much more useful hardmaxx fund so that I can get a canthoplasty, double jaw surgery and a palate expander that I need for my ascension.
They keep pushing the idea that I should stop “wasting time” and focus on studying so I can get into a good uni, as if academic success somehow translates into mogging. I tried to explain to them that none of it matters as I dont get many slays as a MTN whereas MTBs are getting flown out in private jets by celebs simply for existing on instagram due to the hoeflation and increase in competition. Nowadays with the internet you’re not just competing with the chads in your town; you’re competing globally with all the chads in the world. So it's impossible to satisfy hypergamy unless you are in the top 5% of looks, money or status. What frustrates me most is how blue-pilled they are; my mom kept insisting I have body dysmorphia instead of just letting me do whatever it takes to ascend.
Honestly, if someone like Clav were my dad, things would’ve been different from the start. Instead of vague encouragement and a college fund, I’d have had structured oversight: someone who actually understands optimization, trade-offs, and evidence-based pharmacological intervention. If Clav were my dad there would be no chance of me not ascending to at least Chadlite if not even Chad. He would support me with the right pharmacological intervention to maximise my puberty, guide me on a solid surgical plan. Maybe instead of a jester college fund, he would make me a much more useful hardmaxx fund so that I can get a canthoplasty, double jaw surgery and a palate expander that I need for my ascension.