iblamemyself!
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being mtn doesn’t mean life is good. that’s the joke. people think just because you’re somewhat attractive, things are easy. but mtn isn’t some god tier life. you still get ignored by most girls. you still get left on read. you still feel like you’re not enough. you’re just good looking enough for people to expect something from you, but not enough for it to matter. it’s this weird limbo where you’re seen, but not chosen. wanted, but not needed.
but then i see someone who’s actually subhuman, and i can’t lie, it makes me feel better. like yeah, mtn is still losing. mtn still suffers. but at least i get to suffer in the game. at least i get a seat at the table, even if it’s the shitty plastic one in the corner. they’re not even in the room. they were cut from the script. and i know that sounds cold, but it’s just the truth. it’s not even me being cocky. it’s just math.
i look at them and i just think, damn. imagine waking up like that. imagine knowing you’ll never be wanted. not even once. not even by accident. i get frustrated when i don’t get the girl i want. they don’t get anyone. no chances. no pity. no nothing. and it makes me laugh a little, because the whole thing’s so absurd. like how is this even fair. i thought i was cursed, but then i see them and realize i’m just unlucky. they’re done.
and yeah, i do feel bad. not in a deep emotional way. not enough to lose sleep. just this quiet sense of, "damn, that could’ve been me." we act like our lives are hard, and they are, but some people didn’t even get a starting point. they were born into social death. they don't even get to try and fail. they just don’t exist in anyone’s eyes. and that puts things into perspective.
mtn is still shit
but at least it’s not that
jfl
but then i see someone who’s actually subhuman, and i can’t lie, it makes me feel better. like yeah, mtn is still losing. mtn still suffers. but at least i get to suffer in the game. at least i get a seat at the table, even if it’s the shitty plastic one in the corner. they’re not even in the room. they were cut from the script. and i know that sounds cold, but it’s just the truth. it’s not even me being cocky. it’s just math.
i look at them and i just think, damn. imagine waking up like that. imagine knowing you’ll never be wanted. not even once. not even by accident. i get frustrated when i don’t get the girl i want. they don’t get anyone. no chances. no pity. no nothing. and it makes me laugh a little, because the whole thing’s so absurd. like how is this even fair. i thought i was cursed, but then i see them and realize i’m just unlucky. they’re done.
and yeah, i do feel bad. not in a deep emotional way. not enough to lose sleep. just this quiet sense of, "damn, that could’ve been me." we act like our lives are hard, and they are, but some people didn’t even get a starting point. they were born into social death. they don't even get to try and fail. they just don’t exist in anyone’s eyes. and that puts things into perspective.
mtn is still shit
but at least it’s not that
jfl
