Basically a lifetime of having **** forced down your throat, until you die and are quickly forgotted like the genetic mistake that you were. At least ugly girls usually still have desperate guys chasing after them. Ugly guys get no such privileges. We are basically considered worthless by society at large. The butt of every joke, from "virginity memes", to shows like the big bang theory, that legitimise the stigmatising of ugly men.
Take the life cycle of an average ugly man in western society. The ugly man grows up small and weak, with the curse of an ugly face and a small frame/short height. He experiences bullying on a regular basis, and has few friends, all of whom consist of fellow genetic lottery loser video game nerds. In high school, he is too skinny and/or short to do well in sports, so even if he joins teams, he soon becomes the outsider and eventually quits due to being bullied. He is forced to associate with other nerdy losers, and is treated like scum by girls and other guys alike. He watches the girls chase after the tall athletic lantern jawed hunk jocks, and faps every day after school while internally raging about how the jocks shoved him into his locker earlier in the day, and how the head cheerleader gave him a scathing look of revulsion when he tried to smile at her. He probably dosen't get to go to prom, as no girl wants to go with him. He instead spends prom night quietly masturbating in his room, tears streaming down his face. After HS, he goes to college, as his grades are the one thing that he perhaps excels in. Here he thinks he has found a golden oppourtunity- a blank canvas, a fresh slate. A place where maybe girls will like him, and he will finally get the respect that he has always been so cruelly denied. But he is wrong. He maybe stays in a dorm, thinking that it will be a great oppourtunity to meet people- maybe even get his first girlfriend! Instead, he finds college to be a more concentrated and intense verison of high school. He watches the girls still flocking to the tall tanned alpha jock bullies, and hears of wild stories about orgies and gangbangs that the jocks get to experience.
Maybe he dosen't even long for such things, but instead simply wishes that he was the guy he saw watching the sunset on a park bench with his gf in his arms. Maybe he longs even for a girl to simply like him enough to go on a single date with him. But none do. Just like in HS, he keeps telling himself that each year will be a fresh start, a new canvas- but it never is. Within a few years, college has disappeared like a rug being pulled out from underneath him. Suddenly, he is 24 with an engineering degree and a roof over his head that needs paying for. With his college graduation ceremony, his opportunity for a fun and fufilling youth is finally over. He graduated college a virign with few social connections. If he isin't a virgin, it is due to a one night lucky stand with a drunk fat girl, who was revolted at the ugly loser who she ****ed the night before, and promtly cut all contact with him. The only other exception is that the ugly man was lucky enough to score a 3/10 ugly and fat girl for a month long relationship. He thought that his days of loneliness might finally be over- until he found messages on her phone from a college frat boy, who had been ****ing her the whole time, along with half of the female population of the college. So there he is- a 24 year old man with little to no relationship and sex experience, leaving him unsatisfied and lonely, as well as only a few friends, who are also ugly and non social. Now, to make matters worse, he is forced to start working full time at an engineering firm with his degree, just to pay for his rent and food bills. The ultimate irony is that the jocks and popular guys of his college have better jobs than him now anyway, due to the lack of depression and subsequent motivation that they experienced in college, leaving them with better degrees and more social connections. Most of these ex jocks live in flash apartments with their college sweetheart, while the ugly guy lives in a ****ty apartment alone. For a few painful years he lives an existence of being a drone to society- a disposable worker bee engineer, working the 9-5, 5 days a week.
Suddenly though, in his late 20's, a new prospect shows up. An ex sorority girl type starts relentlessley pursuing him. She warms his cold heart with fake love and vanilla sex, entincing him in, lured the whole time by his steady job and paycheck. He knows deep down that she is only there for the money, and that she would have spat in his face 10 years ago if he expressed any interest in her. She tells him crap like "I was soooooo nerdy in college, never went out and partied". In reality, she went to exact same college as him, and was used as a plaything by the athletes every weekend, and even used to laugh with her friends at the "weird ugly creep" who always sat alone at the front of classes. That "weird ugly creep", now decides to marry her age 30. Soon enough, she has a few ugly children with him- all of whom will inherit the worst genetics from both parents and turn out short, skinny, ugly, and plaughed with genetic curses such as myopia and asthma. Soon enough, our intrepid hero is 40, and in deep depression about his life. His gold digging wife has revealed her true peresonality as a controlling, bat **** insane woman, who takes her anger at losing her looks out on her beta husband. He is deeply regretful about his life, he has only had a few friends, ****ed 2-3 girls- either ugly ones, or one after his cash.
Then one day, everything comes crashing down. He comes home from work early to find his gold digging wife in the midst of a passionate session of sex with his hired young gardener. He walks out the door, being too beta to kick his wife out. He checks into a motel for the night as he fumes over everything. Then, the final straw. He sees a young couple turn up at the motel, probably aged in their early 20's. The guy is tall, muscular and handsome, and the girl is curvy, blonde and beautiful. They are all over each other, kissing passionately as they make their way to the room next to his. He can't take it anymore. The young love that he was denied all his life, so curelly and rougly thrust in his face at his darkest hour. Our hero loses it. His hands shake with rage and hate as he fumbles open his container of OxyContin pain killers that he was prescribed for the chronic headaches that his high stress engineering firm job brought him. He pours the painkillers down his throat, OC 80 after OC 80 pill goes down the hatch, until he has consumed almost 50 of them, a dose far in excess of what any human could ever endure. He leaves the motel room, walking with a sense of purpose for the first time in his life. He knows that everything will soon be over, and he finds peace in that knowledge. The intense opiate come up begins to take over his body as he walks to the highway overpass he saw on his drive to the motel. The sun has set now, and the sky above is filled with the faint light of city smoke obscured stars. Arriving at his final destination, he steps up over the railing, and sits upon it. The lights of cars stream below on the freeway, filled with oblivious people, none of whom know his pain. The opiate overdose begins to take over him as he prepares to ket go of the railing and fall. His breathing becomes laboured as the huge dose of Oxycodone shuts down his respiratory system. Our hero takes one last look at the city lights and then puishes himself off the railing. He falls 125 feet to his instantaneus death upon hitting the freeway. A few cars swerve to avoid his broken body, and it takes almost 30 minutes for someone to call emergency services. Even in death, people still somehow know to assign him no value. So that is it. The stage is bare. Just like the unfortunate caveman of old, he has spent his entire life being exluded from the tribe, people sensing his genetic unfitness. Now, only in the oblivion of death, can he finally rest.
