Imaginos
Full-time layabout
- Apr 7, 2018
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I guess I'll start off by stating my own opinion on the matter. And that is, that even the ugliest people out there have a better shot at enjoying life than I do. I have perfectly straight piano key white teeth, my height is average, I have a decent physique, I stay in shape through regular exercise, I have nice thick hair, my genitals are of a normal size, and there's really nothing abnormal about my physical appearance whatsoever. Overall my looks could be defined as handsome, or at the very least slightly above average. Any you know what? It might as well mean fucking nothing. I'm emotionally unstable, socially retarded, agoraphobic, autistic, obsessive compulsive, and just generally mentally ill in numerous other ways. Here's the main difference between me; who's ugly on the inside, and someone else who's only ugly on the outside. They have POSSIBILITY. I have zero possibility. My mind is irreparably malformed and my spirit is a brittle as a dry twig. Even the most hideously ugly person can keep trying and, again, at least has the possibility to get something decent for themselves someday. Someone like me is fundamentally fucked because I'm fundamentally broken and unlikable. I'm a buzzkill incarnate. And I don't care what anyone says, no matter what it is you look like; NOBODY LIKES A BUZZKILL! Ergo, nobody will ever like me. It's really that simple. An ugly person who isn't a buzzkill has an infinitely better chance at enjoying life and finding people that love them, while me with my handsome face and straight white teeth will sit alone forever in his room, unloved and disliked by everyone.
Think of it this way. Picture two vehicles; one is some busted up jalopy and the other is some sleek looking BMW. The jalopy, despite its looks, is still functional and reliable, while the BMW is up on blocks and completely empty, with no engine, no tires, and no steering wheel. Only one is actually being capable of being driven, while the other is just a pretty looking hunk of junk. To knock home the point even further, there's this guy my brother tangentially knows whom I heard about via my mother. The guy is 4' tall, super scrawny, has crooked teeth, and is all around a pretty ugly looking guy. Pretty much everything is stacked against him in the looks department. However, despite all this, he's managed to acquire lots of friends, a beautiful wife, a large house, and a great well paid job. He doesn't come from money and has no other advantages. What he does apparently have though, is an ultra magnetic personality. He's upbeat, smart, super friendly, and pretty much everything people want to see out of another person. And then there's me. I blow this guy out of the water in terms of looks, yet am lacking in every single other category imaginable. I'm dumb as shit, socially awkward, shy to the point it's only annoying/tedious, SUUUUUPPPPEEERRRR high strung, severely mentally ill, and just a general unfun stick in the mud.
To be honest, I wish looks really were the end all and be all of everything, as so many others claim to say it is. I mean, how come that ugly guy is winning at life and I'm not? It kind of pisses me off, to be honest. I ought to be the one in his position; not him. FUCK HIM! But hey, I guess that's just another reason why I'm where I'm at. Unlike that guy, I'm a bitter and unlikable asshole. I hate the way things work, mostly because I know I'll always be on the losing/worst end of it. I'm just sick to death of people saying those with good looks have it easy. BULLSHITTTTTTTTTTTTT! Maybe if you're normal, then sure. Good looks are a huge advantage in life. That goes without saying. However, if your heart is filled with darkness and your head is filled with shit, then even the best looks imaginable LITERALLY MAKE NO DIFFERENCE AT ALL! That's such a god damned irrefutable fact of life, it hurts. I look at myself in the mirror and my good looks MOCK ME! After all these years, they've shown they mean absolutely NOTHING! The only thing worse than this, is being ugly on the outside and the inside. And no matter what anyone says, that's the fucking real killer. If you're ugly on the inside, then you're simply FUCKED! I don't care if you looked like Brad fucking Pitt. You. Are. FUCKED! So you have the best looks ever, what does it even mean if you're too afraid to even step outside? Answer me fucking that. "Durrrrrrr, just get therapy and start taking medication." Are you fucking kidding me? Do you really think that shit actually helps? That's as asinine and unrealistic a solution as telling a short and ugly person to just get plastic surgery and artificial stilts put in their legs. Deny it if you want, but it's the exact same fucking thing.
TL;DR: Ugly people with confidence have 10000000000000000000000x better odds at finding happiness than an ultra good looking person who's deeply mentally ill and unlikable. If you think otherwise, you're fucking wrong. You just are. My entire fucking life stands as a testament to your wrongness.
And here's a song that perfectly sums this whole rotten predicament up. Especially the lyrics below which play during the slow part in the middle.
Another song that sums up my shitty self because why not.
Think of it this way. Picture two vehicles; one is some busted up jalopy and the other is some sleek looking BMW. The jalopy, despite its looks, is still functional and reliable, while the BMW is up on blocks and completely empty, with no engine, no tires, and no steering wheel. Only one is actually being capable of being driven, while the other is just a pretty looking hunk of junk. To knock home the point even further, there's this guy my brother tangentially knows whom I heard about via my mother. The guy is 4' tall, super scrawny, has crooked teeth, and is all around a pretty ugly looking guy. Pretty much everything is stacked against him in the looks department. However, despite all this, he's managed to acquire lots of friends, a beautiful wife, a large house, and a great well paid job. He doesn't come from money and has no other advantages. What he does apparently have though, is an ultra magnetic personality. He's upbeat, smart, super friendly, and pretty much everything people want to see out of another person. And then there's me. I blow this guy out of the water in terms of looks, yet am lacking in every single other category imaginable. I'm dumb as shit, socially awkward, shy to the point it's only annoying/tedious, SUUUUUPPPPEEERRRR high strung, severely mentally ill, and just a general unfun stick in the mud.
To be honest, I wish looks really were the end all and be all of everything, as so many others claim to say it is. I mean, how come that ugly guy is winning at life and I'm not? It kind of pisses me off, to be honest. I ought to be the one in his position; not him. FUCK HIM! But hey, I guess that's just another reason why I'm where I'm at. Unlike that guy, I'm a bitter and unlikable asshole. I hate the way things work, mostly because I know I'll always be on the losing/worst end of it. I'm just sick to death of people saying those with good looks have it easy. BULLSHITTTTTTTTTTTTT! Maybe if you're normal, then sure. Good looks are a huge advantage in life. That goes without saying. However, if your heart is filled with darkness and your head is filled with shit, then even the best looks imaginable LITERALLY MAKE NO DIFFERENCE AT ALL! That's such a god damned irrefutable fact of life, it hurts. I look at myself in the mirror and my good looks MOCK ME! After all these years, they've shown they mean absolutely NOTHING! The only thing worse than this, is being ugly on the outside and the inside. And no matter what anyone says, that's the fucking real killer. If you're ugly on the inside, then you're simply FUCKED! I don't care if you looked like Brad fucking Pitt. You. Are. FUCKED! So you have the best looks ever, what does it even mean if you're too afraid to even step outside? Answer me fucking that. "Durrrrrrr, just get therapy and start taking medication." Are you fucking kidding me? Do you really think that shit actually helps? That's as asinine and unrealistic a solution as telling a short and ugly person to just get plastic surgery and artificial stilts put in their legs. Deny it if you want, but it's the exact same fucking thing.
TL;DR: Ugly people with confidence have 10000000000000000000000x better odds at finding happiness than an ultra good looking person who's deeply mentally ill and unlikable. If you think otherwise, you're fucking wrong. You just are. My entire fucking life stands as a testament to your wrongness.
And here's a song that perfectly sums this whole rotten predicament up. Especially the lyrics below which play during the slow part in the middle.
A sickened mind and spirit
The mirror tells me lies
Could I mistake myself for someone
Who lives behind my eyes?
Will he escape my soul
Or will he live in me?
Is he trying to get out
Or trying to enter me?
Another song that sums up my shitty self because why not.
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