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You Will Never Be...

This is just a series of copypasta derivatives.

For lolcow.farm

You will never be a real feminist. You have no respect for men and no connections to rights organizations. You are a bigot twisted by misconceptions and short-sightedness into a crude mockery of genuine activists. All the "support" you receive is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back, people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, and your "friends" laugh at your hypocrisy behind closed doors.

Egalitarians are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of man-made civilizations have allowed them to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even feminazis who "succeed" seem unhinged because they use products created by males. Your rudeness is a dead giveaway. Even if you manage to convince activists to ally with you, they’ll turn tail and bolt the second they get a look at your misandrist ramblings. You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be okay, but deep inside, you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.

Eventually, it’ll be too much to bear – you’ll obtain a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, then be relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you under a headstone labeled with your legal name, and very few, if any, visitors will know a feminazi is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is documentation of your pettiness.

This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.

For most YouTubers

You will never be a professional. You have no talent, no respect, and no connections. You are a failed hobbyist twisted by delusions and pride into a crude mockery of industry veterans. All the "validation" you receive is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back, people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, and your "friends" laugh at your unkempt appearance behind closed doors.

High-profile creators are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of entertainment have allowed them to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even e-celebutantes who "succeed" seem obnoxious and unnatural to those with useful skills. Your writing style is a dead giveaway. Even if you manage to convince an industry professional to interact with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a look at your terrible works. You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be okay, but deep inside, you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.

Eventually, it’ll be too much to bear – you’ll obtain a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, then be relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you under a headstone labeled with your legal name, and very few, if any, visitors will know a web creator is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is documentation of your snark bait.

This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.

For Wapanese people

This one is mirrored from Know Your Meme.

You will never be Japanese. You have no ancestry, you have no citizenship, you have no skills that would make Japan ever want you. You are a shut-in self-hating white man twisted by delusions of mythical Japanese superiority and exposure to Japanese media into a disgusting mockery of nature’s perfection. All 'validation' you get from other people in this position couldn't be worse in making you believe that spending years of your life learning a globally useless language to a first-grader's level was a worthwhile use of your time, but one can't expect that an individual as pathetic as you will ever know the value of the youth you threw away in doing that.

Actual Japanese are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of linguistic evolution have allowed natives to identify frauds from mannerisms and vocabulary alone. Even if your written text of self-hatred and attention begging akin to a stray dog's somehow passes as normal (it won't), any Japanese person will immediately cut all ties when they hear the voice and accent of someone who is not only a basic Japanese speaker at best, but worth no more than garbage in skills, accomplishments, and likeability.

You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile and laugh to yourself believing that watching a content creator that you understand 20% of at best is somehow superior than watching your own kind, as you project your disgusting traits onto your entire kind. However, deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight, and you know that. You know that all you do now is have an entirely new linguistic medium in which to be ignored, and not even the exotic trait of being foreign makes up for just how uninteresting of a person you are.

Eventually it’ll be too much to bear – you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a Western man is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably Caucasian.

This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back. Hate yourself and apologize for being white to some Japanese entity that exists only in your mind while actual Japanese people put in effort to learn English for the valid reason of it being the global language.