Some men go through life stress-free in terms of looks. They don't particularly diet, they don't workout consistently at all, they eat normal food, they may drink and do drugs but still they look really good, have more muscle mass, good wrist size and frame as well as many IOIs from female from their outgoing and NT behaviour.
Others have to workout, groom themselves, fraud, diet meticulous and stress over their looks. Constantly worrying about their hair, the way the dress, their odor etc. All this and they can eventually get a woman, with much less choices however.
Then there is the bottom of the barrel. Will never find a mate, incel genes, either a skinny submissive dog or a fat lump of failure, a product of shitty genes, negative reinforcement and a shitty upbringing. No motivation to change, as they know the results will be in vain. Some truecels, others just stuck in a very deep hole.
Yeah if we're being honest most of your life is determined the second you're born, hardwork can only change so much. Not only that but wealth also affects your quality of life aswell a poor kid in India stands no chance
I am the monster that children are afraid of under the bed, I am the grotesque creature that roams the night, I do not even consider myself human anymore. I am too ugly to exist. In the old days they would’ve thrown me off a cliff as a baby to spare me from this life of misery, but instead, I was allowed to live out my days in perpetual torment and agony. Too weak to end it all myself.
I am the monster that children are afraid of under the bed, I am the grotesque creature that roams the night, I do not even consider myself human anymore. I am too ugly to exist. In the old days they would’ve thrown me off a cliff as a baby to spare me from this life of misery, but instead, I was allowed to live out my days in perpetual torment and agony. Too weak to end it all myself.
I am the monster that children are afraid of under the bed, I am the grotesque creature that roams the night, I do not even consider myself human anymore. I am too ugly to exist. In the old days they would’ve thrown me off a cliff as a baby to spare me from this life of misery, but instead, I was allowed to live out my days in perpetual torment and agony. Too weak to end it all myself.
