By Chris Delamo of Red Pill Philosophy
Somewhere, right now, there is an angry, sexually frustrated woman.
She’s always liked men, but men…never liked her.
She’s not “ugly”, per se, but she IS about 60 pounds overweight.
Every time she walks into public places—a Starbucks, or at school, or the mall—she darts her eyes to the left, to the right, inconspicuously using her peripheral vision to see if any guys are “checking her out”.
But even when she thinks they’re looking, unsure if her peripheral vision was deceiving her, she would turn to see that the guy she thought was interested in HER, was actually looking just behind her at the slimmer women in tight jeans, strutting confidently forward with long, flowing blonde hair.
Disappointed, she grits her teeth, and continues her day, feeling just a bit more depressed than she had the previous day, or the day before, or the day before that…
It’s not long before this overweight woman starts to RESENT men.
At night, lonely and lying in bed, she thinks to herself, “These superficial men, with their superficial standards, only interested in these slutty women. Why don’t they like ME?”
She soon falls asleep, and dreams of a world where all the men she’s ever wanted, FINALLY learn to appreciate HER, instead of all those “slutty, stuck-up girls”.
But these dreams, these hopes, these ambitions quickly fester into a nightmare, one where she is trapped in a cycle of self-hatred, which breeds more loneliness, which breeds more self-hatred, and then more loneliness as she becomes a more wretched and unlikeable person over time—not because SHE is fundamentally unlikeable, but because she has chosen NOT to like herself…
But this nightmare is not just in her head: this is the REAL LIFE she lives everyday.