That this life, this one fleeting chance at having consciousness, at fulfilling all of your dreams, is made impossible by your unattractive face.
The life you desperately want to be living, the one where you go out and smile and talk to everyone, strangers included, the life that you’ve written off as a fantasy because you have “experience” and know “life just doesn’t work like that”, I’m here to remind you that both you and I know that’s bullshit. Life would work just like that if you were good looking.
To be good looking is to have a level of security that nothing else in this world (aside from loving, caring parents) can give you. You might get laid off, you might hit a string of bad luck, you might lose a game, but deep down you KNOW it doesn’t matter, you know that you’ve always got that one thing that almost no one else has: you are physically attractive. You know that comes with people WANTING you around, strangers seeing you on the street and wanting to know you and everything about you, they are drawn to you, they are ATTRACTED to your presence like magnets.
But you’re not attractive, so you’ve developed this bitter, bleak outlook on life. “Nobody truly cares about others!”, you tell yourself, “If I had a real problem these people wouldn’t bat an eye!”. But again, we both know this isn’t true, we both know if you were good looking people would be lining up to help you in any time of need.
All the women you’ve ever wanted, the fame, the women lusting after you, it’s all very possible and all very real, and it will NEVER happen to you because of your face.
Your real personality, all your dreams, your desire to be carefree and happy, those are man desperately gripping the prison bars that trap him behind your unattractive facial bones.
The real you is imprisoned behind your ugly fucking face, and there’s not a God damn thing you can do about it.
