The only blackpill that truly exists is height, and I know that because I live it.
I’m ugly, skinny, and kind of hunched over. However, I’m 1.87m tall, and I’ve gotten attention from women just because of my height. Every time I see women online mocking short men, I feel bad. Why? Because I know the pain of being humiliated for being unattractive, and sometimes I catch myself thinking about how those men must feel.
Life seems extremely brutal and like one big joke a tragic comedy or some kind of matrix. Still, despite being born in a poor country, being broke, and not having built anything at 33, I still want to keep living just to see where the road of reality leads. And I advise everyone else to keep living too, to see where all of this goes.
Maybe, just maybe, at the end of the road everything will make sense. And if it doesn’t, then it ends there, and there will be no more pain left to feel.