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This lesson really only sunk in for me this year as a 23 year old. I am in the process of ridding myself of these previous ways of thinking and concluded that a large part of becoming a man is realizing that being a fan of anything is a feminine trait. This advice is especially salient for incels as none of these people would even look your way if you were sprawled out on the street (as Joker would say...the irony). Musical artists, streamers, youtubers, lolcows, comedians, political pundits, fighters, sports teams... dare I tack onto that any conception of a higher power? It's all psychic-vampirism to give any of them a second of your energy.
This may all sound completely antiquated but it's one of those truisms that the average person never comes to grips with. Even my boomer parents at their age have their choice news anchors that they like to tune into every night to watch. The scary thought is that it could have been much worse; emotionally charged geezers watching their favorite sports-ball team blunder some play and take it so far as to scream bloody murder at their television screen. This however isn't as bad as the endless supply of content that my generation (zoomers) now consume to their liking. The fan mentality has gotten so bad since now everyone has their own personally tailored digital marionettes to amuse themselves with as a cope. There comes a time where you have to reinvent yourself as you become older, and although these personal idols may have acted as a stepping stone for self-inspiration at one point; these same false idols are doing nothing to further your interests as looking up to them becomes a perverted form of vicarious voyeurism for your hollowed soul.
There were certain music artists that would evoke great excitement for any new updates to; waiting until midnight to stream their newest album and then having said album consume me for weeks on end as I looked towards it as a soundtrack for my life. Getting wrapped up discussions of online political figures, legitimately having my emotions rocked when a ufc fighter that I looked up to lost, having to watch every new piece of material or clip of a comedian that I found enticing. You can only regurgitate the same blackpill takes and observations so many times; hopelessly waiting for some form of government sexual intervention in the form of sexbots/subsidized prostitution or the infamous beta-uprising to occur (which I heard is in 2 weeks btw), only to find yourself still sitting in the same gaming chair.
Yes, chad wins and always will but can we not trudge forward with novel ideas to elucidate corners of the human soul that have never seen the light of day? A task far too challenging for some himbo to ever conceive of given our unique circumstance! I could go on... Rope, or a self aware, non-masochistic, body-mind-soul developmentally focused form of the clearpill is the only viable path for incels at this point.
Writing this was an exercise in optimism...idek brehs.
This may all sound completely antiquated but it's one of those truisms that the average person never comes to grips with. Even my boomer parents at their age have their choice news anchors that they like to tune into every night to watch. The scary thought is that it could have been much worse; emotionally charged geezers watching their favorite sports-ball team blunder some play and take it so far as to scream bloody murder at their television screen. This however isn't as bad as the endless supply of content that my generation (zoomers) now consume to their liking. The fan mentality has gotten so bad since now everyone has their own personally tailored digital marionettes to amuse themselves with as a cope. There comes a time where you have to reinvent yourself as you become older, and although these personal idols may have acted as a stepping stone for self-inspiration at one point; these same false idols are doing nothing to further your interests as looking up to them becomes a perverted form of vicarious voyeurism for your hollowed soul.
There were certain music artists that would evoke great excitement for any new updates to; waiting until midnight to stream their newest album and then having said album consume me for weeks on end as I looked towards it as a soundtrack for my life. Getting wrapped up discussions of online political figures, legitimately having my emotions rocked when a ufc fighter that I looked up to lost, having to watch every new piece of material or clip of a comedian that I found enticing. You can only regurgitate the same blackpill takes and observations so many times; hopelessly waiting for some form of government sexual intervention in the form of sexbots/subsidized prostitution or the infamous beta-uprising to occur (which I heard is in 2 weeks btw), only to find yourself still sitting in the same gaming chair.
Yes, chad wins and always will but can we not trudge forward with novel ideas to elucidate corners of the human soul that have never seen the light of day? A task far too challenging for some himbo to ever conceive of given our unique circumstance! I could go on... Rope, or a self aware, non-masochistic, body-mind-soul developmentally focused form of the clearpill is the only viable path for incels at this point.
Writing this was an exercise in optimism...idek brehs.
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