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“If you’re not cheating, you’re not trying”- Eddie Guerrero
Fellas,
Most of us were raised from blue pill cuck parents who could get by with a simple handshake to the boss, could have a home, food, and bills, for the price of a few sheckels, religious normie or even subhuman “just work harder for a reward bro” cels, that try to push the copes into you. You were in kindergarten seeing the girl playing patty cake with mini Chad all because he won the race in gym class, meanwhile you got home and asked “why him and not me?” to yourself, as your parents came home and told you “time for studies buddy boyo”. You’ll learn later in life A students eventually work for C students. It’s fifth grade and the tall Chad typical Disney bully archetype harasses the “nerd” shoves him into a locker, and when the “nerd” comes to retaliate, he ends getting detention instead.
You tell your parents this and they say “indeed Allah/Jesus/Buddah Ect will give him his karma” jfl. Yet the next day your class crush is asking him if he’s ok from the “nerds” pathetic attempt at retaliation, touching his arm and what not. You see patterns like this happen throughout your younger years and think one day, the good guys will win.
It’s high school and it’s welcome week. A group of chads, CLs, and HTNs all have this great idea to go TP the principals house, they ask you to come along. “Bro if you do this you’ll be just like one of us man”. You agree and go on with their plan. Stupidly so, you guys are caught and sent to the office the following day, your looks can’t save you as the others only have one after school detention to serve, yet you will have to face 3 Saturday schools. Your parents ground you and take away your phone, while the other kids are basically free and will probably opt to do something like that again, even tho it was not your idea. You wonder why it was you who got the bad end of it, because you were taught to be a good boy, and what not.
Your parents tell you “you lack discipline” and tell you to hit the gym, which you do. You like the activity and start searching online for tips, you fall for all these “just work harder bro”. You ask the biggest dude in there, roided to the gills, how he does it, and he tells you “hard work, chicken, rice, and broccoli, and Jesus brother.” You end up gymcelling the rest of high school to have an average build, and a few years later down the line you realize you’ll never be like that guy, no matter how much good hard work you put in.
You decided to go to university and managed to find a friend group, of mixed gender and looks, some LTBs, a Stacy, and a couple sub 5 girl, same for the guys. You start to see how things line up for people connecting with one another. You meet a fella in the group named Tony, who’s about 6 foot 1, leather jacket, CL, cigarette smoker, he talks to you about his slays and how women always cry over him, yet they always come back, you think this is crazy, you always double text women and tell them there’s nothing more beautiful than them. He tells you if you care less you’ll win them over. So you, barely normie borderline subhuman, decide to try your luck with the sub 5 girl in the group, she’s not overweight, but she’s extremely grotesque. You guys hit it off, and eventually go on a date and you guys have the most awkward hug after, you try to be nonchalant as you go to your car, but in your head your singing a Disney musical number. She texts you “I hope you got home safe”, you leave her on read thinking your a badass. Meanwhile she linked up with Tony later that night and while her hairs tied up and she’s going to town, she says how she hung out “with the weird guy in our group” and that “how can he not say anything to me, I’m doing a favor texting him?”. Tony reassures her as he’s getting his soul snatched, they later smash and she texts you the next morning when the post nut clarity hits “Heyy I don’t think this is gonna workout, you’re cool, I’ll see you around, but I just can’t commit right now.” You’re devasted, you thought ignoring her and pretending to be nonchalant would work, meanwhile she just doesn’t want someone with only a face a mother would love. She posts on her IG a year later a pic of her and a baby and at the same time Tony magically flunked out of Uni and is nowhere to be found on socials, he texts you however “just moved to another city brochacho, we’ll be in touch”. Meanwhile you stay confused. Someone knocked up your situationship, and where’s the dad? It’s year two of Uni, she magically reaches out to you saying Tony did that to her, and says she was wrong to ignore you and hopes you accept her to date. Not only do you agree, you start working more while in school to help her . You tell your blue pill parents you’re bringing a girl over finally, and while they roll out the red carpet, their faces light up in horror when they see the baby.
They right away cuss you out but you say “no no no, he’s not my baby lol” you’re parents look at you in more disgust, on one hand, they told you to be nice and warm to people, on the other, you’re losing self respect, and the realization hit, no matter how much good you do, the world won’t reward it.
The Long Story Short: Don’t ever let bluepill or redpill cucks talk you down and doing what’s best for you and even taking the “easy way out” (roids, plastic surgery, ect).
Fellas,
Most of us were raised from blue pill cuck parents who could get by with a simple handshake to the boss, could have a home, food, and bills, for the price of a few sheckels, religious normie or even subhuman “just work harder for a reward bro” cels, that try to push the copes into you. You were in kindergarten seeing the girl playing patty cake with mini Chad all because he won the race in gym class, meanwhile you got home and asked “why him and not me?” to yourself, as your parents came home and told you “time for studies buddy boyo”. You’ll learn later in life A students eventually work for C students. It’s fifth grade and the tall Chad typical Disney bully archetype harasses the “nerd” shoves him into a locker, and when the “nerd” comes to retaliate, he ends getting detention instead.
You tell your parents this and they say “indeed Allah/Jesus/Buddah Ect will give him his karma” jfl. Yet the next day your class crush is asking him if he’s ok from the “nerds” pathetic attempt at retaliation, touching his arm and what not. You see patterns like this happen throughout your younger years and think one day, the good guys will win. It’s high school and it’s welcome week. A group of chads, CLs, and HTNs all have this great idea to go TP the principals house, they ask you to come along. “Bro if you do this you’ll be just like one of us man”. You agree and go on with their plan. Stupidly so, you guys are caught and sent to the office the following day, your looks can’t save you as the others only have one after school detention to serve, yet you will have to face 3 Saturday schools. Your parents ground you and take away your phone, while the other kids are basically free and will probably opt to do something like that again, even tho it was not your idea. You wonder why it was you who got the bad end of it, because you were taught to be a good boy, and what not.
Your parents tell you “you lack discipline” and tell you to hit the gym, which you do. You like the activity and start searching online for tips, you fall for all these “just work harder bro”. You ask the biggest dude in there, roided to the gills, how he does it, and he tells you “hard work, chicken, rice, and broccoli, and Jesus brother.”
You end up gymcelling the rest of high school to have an average build, and a few years later down the line you realize you’ll never be like that guy, no matter how much good hard work you put in. You decided to go to university and managed to find a friend group, of mixed gender and looks, some LTBs, a Stacy, and a couple sub 5 girl, same for the guys. You start to see how things line up for people connecting with one another. You meet a fella in the group named Tony, who’s about 6 foot 1, leather jacket, CL, cigarette smoker, he talks to you about his slays and how women always cry over him, yet they always come back, you think this is crazy, you always double text women and tell them there’s nothing more beautiful than them. He tells you if you care less you’ll win them over. So you, barely normie borderline subhuman, decide to try your luck with the sub 5 girl in the group, she’s not overweight, but she’s extremely grotesque. You guys hit it off, and eventually go on a date and you guys have the most awkward hug after, you try to be nonchalant as you go to your car, but in your head your singing a Disney musical number. She texts you “I hope you got home safe”, you leave her on read thinking your a badass. Meanwhile she linked up with Tony later that night and while her hairs tied up and she’s going to town, she says how she hung out “with the weird guy in our group” and that “how can he not say anything to me, I’m doing a favor texting him?”. Tony reassures her as he’s getting his soul snatched, they later smash and she texts you the next morning when the post nut clarity hits “Heyy I don’t think this is gonna workout, you’re cool, I’ll see you around, but I just can’t commit right now.” You’re devasted, you thought ignoring her and pretending to be nonchalant would work
, meanwhile she just doesn’t want someone with only a face a mother would love. She posts on her IG a year later a pic of her and a baby and at the same time Tony magically flunked out of Uni and is nowhere to be found on socials, he texts you however “just moved to another city brochacho, we’ll be in touch”. Meanwhile you stay confused. Someone knocked up your situationship, and where’s the dad? It’s year two of Uni, she magically reaches out to you saying Tony did that to her, and says she was wrong to ignore you and hopes you accept her to date. Not only do you agree, you start working more while in school to help her . You tell your blue pill parents you’re bringing a girl over finally, and while they roll out the red carpet, their faces light up in horror when they see the baby.They right away cuss you out but you say “no no no, he’s not my baby lol” you’re parents look at you in more disgust, on one hand, they told you to be nice and warm to people, on the other, you’re losing self respect, and the realization hit, no matter how much good you do, the world won’t reward it.
The Long Story Short: Don’t ever let bluepill or redpill cucks talk you down and doing what’s best for you and even taking the “easy way out” (roids, plastic surgery, ect).
