While you sought my sympathy and understanding by wishing I could find you attractive, or at least a little interesting, I now begin to speak curtly while I study the walls to get rid of you in an easy way. Nothing irritates and digs as deep as being rejected. But, unfortunately, I have class.

Letting you play with your imagined superiority while I see your mathematical calculations about my possible value to your life. Hiding my dislike and disgust while you interpret it as me absolutely wanting to have anything to do with you... No, I don't have a car. No, I don't have a career worth money. No, I can't be taken advantage of by you.

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When the "depth" of these "moderns" is only a dirty superficiality and "love" is something to be able to profit from economically, we arrive at the nasty difference between authenticity and manipulation: Fawning, born repulsive, the weak live on the surface with the ability to acquire "friends" and partners. The political opinions are paired with popular cultural markers in an imaginary "status". Unlike authenticity which rests on an insightful and mature interior which would rather withdraw from life than let itself be soiled by society.

You can see that today's averages are intellectually and emotionally lower than yesterday's outcast scum. The pitifulness and the gibberish become the glue for the modern mollusks to slime around in while they hide their misdirected hatred from an extreme ignorance by painting defective and mendacious utopias.

They want to forcefully transform their inner ugliness into that its our envy of their inner beauty...

Their disgusting behaviours and disturbed inner selves are our own shortcomings as we can't possibly reach their level...

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It's all emptiness, but the "moderns" have figured out that it doesn't matter as the last word with the greatest spread always wins over reality and changes it to their sectarian "reality"; and their only life strategy is to get dirty sex, dirty money and a dirty name.