Reoreyh
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The harder you try and the more you expose yourself to the reality of dating, the more you start to subconsciously realize where you sit in the hierarchy. Let's be generous and say you're someone who is a 5 PSL. A slightly above average or above average normie. If you aren't winning 51% of the time, you're essentially compiling an internal list and hierarchy of failure, wherein you repeatedly add more failures than successes. Even if you experience success a fair bit, each and every time you lose to another man you are knocked down another peg on the hierarchy. You come closer to the absolute truth of your circumstance. That is, if you're high IQ enough to realize it.
Imagine being handed a piece of paper by god that showed you in no uncertain terms whether or not you would experience sexual success. How often, when, why, and with whom. Imagine actually having access to this information.
If you're a highIQcel you are literally in a state of constant data compilation which leads you to a conclusion like this god-ordained slip of paper would have told you. The more you expose yourself and really "try" to get out there and fix your status with women, you more you realise and learn and understand and come to the inevitable conclusion that your position in the hierarchy of dating and reproduction is not only not ideal, but probably worse than you ever conceived.
So we're stuck, incels. We're stuck because if we try, we fail more often than we succeed. We learn exactly how much and to what degree that trying is a waste of time. And if we don't try, we rot and have our needs go unmet. We're fucked. Nature is a great filter. Just as cute little animals suffer horrifying deaths to predators on a daily basis, so too do we live lives of quiet, unknown suffering and regret. There is no hope. We were born to suffer, die, and be forgotten, having made no significant impact on our reality.
Imagine being handed a piece of paper by god that showed you in no uncertain terms whether or not you would experience sexual success. How often, when, why, and with whom. Imagine actually having access to this information.
If you're a highIQcel you are literally in a state of constant data compilation which leads you to a conclusion like this god-ordained slip of paper would have told you. The more you expose yourself and really "try" to get out there and fix your status with women, you more you realise and learn and understand and come to the inevitable conclusion that your position in the hierarchy of dating and reproduction is not only not ideal, but probably worse than you ever conceived.
So we're stuck, incels. We're stuck because if we try, we fail more often than we succeed. We learn exactly how much and to what degree that trying is a waste of time. And if we don't try, we rot and have our needs go unmet. We're fucked. Nature is a great filter. Just as cute little animals suffer horrifying deaths to predators on a daily basis, so too do we live lives of quiet, unknown suffering and regret. There is no hope. We were born to suffer, die, and be forgotten, having made no significant impact on our reality.
