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I observed the chud slaves and I realized their need they call "relatability" is overall a desire to be acknowledged without effort. So its more like a whiny demand, like breathing when you notice youre underwater.
A world that nods before you speak, so that everything becomes calm and predictable, and they are allowed the luxury of going back to be kids and think of nothing. So when they fail, and encounter adults, they feel too much noise, too much light, and they start thinking individuality is a burden.
They also dont like responsibility, and they think they never consented to have human rights, its a burden for them. Makes them feel low mood, low morale, they also call it "blackpill" with their dishonest immoral thievery.
They call themselves "the movement" but there isnt any "movement", its all static they reside inside their little petty echo chambers full of relatability and nonsense. The idea of being one among many, of movement without actual motion, of direction arriving from outside the skull like a bell that rings and means GO NOW, FALL DOWN A CLIFF (they follow nick fuentes).
The sheep only knows the press of bodies around it, the soft certainty of being guided, the comfort of not having to invent the next step.
To be perfectly relatable is to be prewritten, so they always cry like a bitch because mr.parasocial betrayed them or somethin. Mr.Parasocial is a human, and he cannot attain total relatability.
A world that nods before you speak, so that everything becomes calm and predictable, and they are allowed the luxury of going back to be kids and think of nothing. So when they fail, and encounter adults, they feel too much noise, too much light, and they start thinking individuality is a burden.
They also dont like responsibility, and they think they never consented to have human rights, its a burden for them. Makes them feel low mood, low morale, they also call it "blackpill" with their dishonest immoral thievery.
They call themselves "the movement" but there isnt any "movement", its all static they reside inside their little petty echo chambers full of relatability and nonsense. The idea of being one among many, of movement without actual motion, of direction arriving from outside the skull like a bell that rings and means GO NOW, FALL DOWN A CLIFF (they follow nick fuentes).
The sheep only knows the press of bodies around it, the soft certainty of being guided, the comfort of not having to invent the next step.
To be perfectly relatable is to be prewritten, so they always cry like a bitch because mr.parasocial betrayed them or somethin. Mr.Parasocial is a human, and he cannot attain total relatability.
