If you're unique, you have no choice but to live uniquely. You may very well glue on the normie mask, sputter out whatever is expected of you to ensure you have warm bodies around, and do precisely what your parents want you to, but it will drive you into a maddening psychosis. People aren't meant to live that way! It drives you insane! Our God-given nature, whatever it is, is meant to be expressed and followed. It's your Dharma, just 🐝urself. To live otherwise, to prioritise having "friends," over connection, or a "career" over a calling, or to love the "perfect" or the easy girl instead of the one you'd go to the ends of the Earth for? It's just metrics. You have KPE brain brother. Focus on what's real or you'll always feel empty, life isn't a fucking scorecard. This is how marriages die and turn into boring breeding factories punctuated by football nights and girl's days out. There can be no possible love in a marriage assembled out of facts and convenience, instead of one built from the insane intimacy of showing your entire soul to someone, and being understood. It's how people in hostile spaces end up backing themselves into a social corner so hard they get Hot Allostatic Loaded into complete brutal social exile. Piranha's can smell blood in the water, and people will descend on you like a hawk if you show weakness. So stand proud! Stand tall! The honest man can say anything and get away with it. The dishonest man says nothing, and gets punished for it. It's how people get stuck shitposting about suicide on Twitter in between responding to calls and emails at their totally-real-and-brings-value-to-society job. You could do anything, go anywhere! Start a business doing morally honest Hindu statue dropshipping. Find the weirdest shop in town and work there. Buy yourself an Argentinian passport and collect a latina harem. Anything but slowly fizzling out as the daily grind breaks you into dust! Yeah if you're the perfect little median John Smith and you just wanna grill and fuck a liberal arts girl until you die then sure it'll work, and there's a lot of those people in the world, but since you're reading this post I'm guessing you aren't one of those. There's something in you that desperately longs to be free, and you need to embrace it and follow it into the open air. Maybe for you that means finally fessing up to your parents about whatever shit you've been on lately. Maybe it means letting go of your high school friend group and finding someone you can hold a fucking conversation with. If you're really fucking weird like I am, it probably means falling in love on Twitter or in some niche Discord server or something. These are all the wrong move in societies eyes, but they're what it means to move from your centre. If you're unhappy, I bet you know exactly what's making you unhappy, and you keep making excuses to hold onto it. I've done it before, too many times. "This relationship makes me miserable but I love her." If there was love there, it wouldn't be miserable. "What will happen if I drop out/stop talking to them/get a new job/move there." Who cares? If you choose misery over the unknown, you're cattle. You're not even in a pen, but you choose to live like you are? You're better than that. "What if she gets mad at me? What if they hate me? What if I lose my circle?" WHO CARES? If it's important, then it's worth being honest about. If you believe it, it's worth being honest about. And if it's not worth being honest about, it's not you. Just 🐝urself. I spent years of my life trapped in normie psychosis, desperately trying to put together a normal life with normal people, and you know what? I fucking did it, and it was the worst thing I've ever done. It felt like years of being trapped in the darkness, letting all the beauty and joy inside of me rot, while my repressed thoughts and urges were forced down alternate paths. I lived a double life, my only joy was in my shadow. "Mere life," isn't enough. Loneliness can't be fixed by having warm bodies around. You need to live truly and sincerely to be seen, and you need to be seen to be loved, and to love. You need to live from your nature to have a place in the world, otherwise you'll always be a square peg in a round hole, suffocating. I made the resolution at the beginning of this year to stop spending a ton of time on people who didn't get me, people who made me feel more alone. And you know what? It was the greatest decision I ever made. Yeah it seems sad to focus on your own thing instead of going drinking with the lads, but for me it was cripplingly painful to have a life surrounded by people who made me feel unloved and exiled. If you're physiologically or psychologically unique, you will stand apart from the world no matter what you do, so embrace it! Carve your little beautiful unique place in this beautiful unique world! Find what can move you, what can change you, and follow it to the ends of the Earth! Never stop, never give up, never live a life of undeath. Sometimes this means violence, sometimes this produces a Hitler or a Lenin, but for the most part, this means connection. Spend your life with people who see you and cherish you. If you're high IQ, love someone as high IQ as you. If you're a crazy barbarian, find a gaggle of barbarians to conquer the world with. If you're an exile, then exile yourself to Africa and commit war crimes. Find your place, find your duty, carve out your hole in life. Find your kin, open up your life to receive them, and die a good death, loved. Seriously, just 🐝urself.