It's Ok To Gatekeep Being A Loser, Actually
To preserve the integrity of this article, please keep in mind that "being a loser" and "being a freak" are two separate paradigms. One can be a freak without being a loser, but to be both is to be so in touch with mind and spirit that it actively begins to destroy your body like Bo Jackson.
Not too long ago, I saw a post that I'm sure that you the reader may have seen too, you terminally online piece of shit. That of a rather conventionally attractive woman with a large online following calling herself something along the lines of a "loser NEET femcel". That's sat with me a bit. Turns out she has a bit of a case for it too, but in the end it's clearly performative. It kinda sat with me the moment I first saw it, because it was consistently something I made fun of in passing-- at least the concept of a woman who's entire online presence was just fabricated in order to maximize capital (usually off of the back of pseudonymous men who really, REALLY do not know how to talk to women despite supposedly haing a lot of money)-- in the flesh. There's a lot to be said about these types that can be restricted almost within petty quips about like not watching the anime in their profile picture or listening to Bladee before the year 2023 or maybe also loving Hitler, but the main point of concern for me is the gradual bastardization of the concept of a "NEET"; the distinction has lost it's meaning to the people retarded enough to know what it is. If you are an affluent white person, or were maybe following the lives of affluent white people from 2017 to the present, you can see that feigning struggle is absolutely nothing new and its constituents practically live to squeeze any sort of earnesty out of said struggle for the sake of personal gain. Now, that's not to say that this is the only demographic involved behind this psyop, but the notion is still preserved on the basis that attention is affluence on the internet. Then everything else-- the money, the cum tributes, ESPECIALLY the cum tributes-- that comes second. Internet women have mutated into monsters which are able to tap into both streams at once, a level of spiritual gluttony only matched by the lardiest of spiritual fat fucks in the SoundCloud era like my GOAT Supreme Patty. One must ask why this sort of activity has spiked as of late, but the answer has pretty much been laid out from the start: there's a market for it. The buyers? Those who have a fetishistic rose-tinted view on those that they deem "broken" and "undesirable" (although whatever eye test they're using to discern who falls under this umbrella sucks). They're like a dumb little cousin in this discussion that does nothing to tip the scale any which way because anyone who possesses some level of conventional attractiveness would be able to leverage it otherwise. Much like labor trends following the Industrial Revolution, you don't have to pretend to like cutting yourself and smelling like shit, you can really specialize in anything else. It's just that smelling like shit is in the now, as evidenced by the ethnic demographics of Twitter's employees in YooL 2025.
"I Can Fix Her/Him/Them" And Related Rhetoric
I'm not woke enough to necessarily believe that the act of "fixing" someone else as if they were an object constitutes as incessant objectification, but it is extremely fucking annoying. Those who truly want to be "fixed"-- the actually dysfunctional-- do not humiliate themselves in such a way. It's much more complex than that.
Here's Some Embarassing Information About My Life, Please Feel Bad For Me
In the lowest pits of my depression, I couldn't do anything. I stayed in bed for 12 hours, I didn't eat much at all, and I couldn't even comfortably pass pandemic-era virtual school (when they just wanted you to do your work and get out). Complete shut-in. I was smearing the walls with my blood from nosebleeds and I wondered how long I could last in a system that I felt wasn't built for people like me. Alongside it came questions of my personal identity and a profound interest towards more self destructive behavior, although I never ended up acting on any of it. You bet your ass I maybe thought about killing myself once or twice. The internet and the world were one and the same, I had every outlet imaginable to air my greviances, and yet I didn't. I didn't want to, because real struggle is real ugly. Which brings me back to the previous body: the dysfunctional do not humiliate themselves in such a way because doing so is completely socially unacceptable and can only create more problems. In therapy, to your parents, to your friends, the stigma will always be there no matter how many mental health initiatives are pushed down the world's throat. So when people take your struggle, remove the undesirability, and mass-produce it for purely material reasons, how are you supposed to feel?
Like Shit
Which is why it's ok to gatekeep "being a loser". The label's had to have been stuck to you for a while now, and it feels like with every small step you take a little bit of the adhesive begins to weaken. Yet, it still feels like this part of you will never go away, the things that gave you comfort in your dysfunction; often times there's no place I'd rather be than inside and alone where it is completely quiet. So in that regard, it's less like a label and more like a brand. Something's wrong with you, something has been wrong of you, something was wrong with you. Although the knowledge that you'll never really shake off the distinction of a shut-in, a schizo, or an autist one way or another seems like quite the heavy piece of gratuitous suffering, it's likely one of the best gifts you'll ever have. There's a lot of honesty in it, honesty you can leverage for the betterment of yourself and even others. How? You can write articles that are a psuedonymous attack on tens of thousands of internet women. "Soft" men on social media too. This may be a little conspiratorial and libelous on my part even though I'm not singling out anyone in particular (nor does anyone have an idea of who I'm talking about) but they do it to groom and rape primarily. It's all coordinated. Fucked up. Wolves in sheeps clothing. They call this "n words moving like b words" (can't say any of those two words, as I'm white and I also respect women) in "da hood". But they're not sucking dick on the down low (maybe they are)? So idk if that's the end of that analogy or maybe there's something I'm missing that's necessary to drive h
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