Rumplestiltskin
Well-known member
It just isn't.
Here's how life is if you're ugly:
You can't find love, since no one will ever want to be in a relationship with you.
You can't have casual sex, since no one will ever want to go to bed with you.
You can't find a job, since no one will ever want to hire an awkward loser who shows no resolution or self-assurance.
You can't be sincere around everyone else, since being a virgin is the single most disgraceful thing a person can live with. (They know, anyway; don't worry about that. Yay!)
You can't look at yourself in the mirror and not get depressed.
You can't not have to look at yourself in the mirror first thing in the morning, so you can't not start your day already hating it.
You can't leave home and enjoy the outside world without getting anxious that people will laugh at you.
You can't not bear grudge against every cute guy/girl you see out there and envy how easy they've had it.
You can't not despise yourself and be devoid of any self-confidence.
Looks matter. Looks bestow happiness and deprive of it. Sure, there are a lot of things I like in life, but my appearence isn't one of them. That alone renders my liking all those other things completely trivial.
Life's great, but living like this is hard. I can't not hate myself, and that makes my life as a whole not worth living, it forces my existence to be an incredibly limited experience, especially when compared to everyone else's (let alone good looking people's, who have every right in the world to look at me disdainfully / pitifully).
Anyway, enough rambling. To everyone ugly around here:
-How do you deal with this?
-Do you feel like your life's been worth living?
-Do you consider your social anxiety to be inextricably linked to your looks?
-Do you think things would have been a heck of a lot different if you'd won the genetic lottery?
Here's how life is if you're ugly:
You can't find love, since no one will ever want to be in a relationship with you.
You can't have casual sex, since no one will ever want to go to bed with you.
You can't find a job, since no one will ever want to hire an awkward loser who shows no resolution or self-assurance.
You can't be sincere around everyone else, since being a virgin is the single most disgraceful thing a person can live with. (They know, anyway; don't worry about that. Yay!)
You can't look at yourself in the mirror and not get depressed.
You can't not have to look at yourself in the mirror first thing in the morning, so you can't not start your day already hating it.
You can't leave home and enjoy the outside world without getting anxious that people will laugh at you.
You can't not bear grudge against every cute guy/girl you see out there and envy how easy they've had it.
You can't not despise yourself and be devoid of any self-confidence.
Looks matter. Looks bestow happiness and deprive of it. Sure, there are a lot of things I like in life, but my appearence isn't one of them. That alone renders my liking all those other things completely trivial.
Life's great, but living like this is hard. I can't not hate myself, and that makes my life as a whole not worth living, it forces my existence to be an incredibly limited experience, especially when compared to everyone else's (let alone good looking people's, who have every right in the world to look at me disdainfully / pitifully).
Anyway, enough rambling. To everyone ugly around here:
-How do you deal with this?
-Do you feel like your life's been worth living?
-Do you consider your social anxiety to be inextricably linked to your looks?
-Do you think things would have been a heck of a lot different if you'd won the genetic lottery?