That's the world, Anon.
Look, the only argument that works is to accept the blackpills for what they are. You're not going to get anywhere talking to a woman about this, life is handed to them from day 1, bar severely fucked up parenting.
Your face will never be pretty or manly enough, you won't have the best body or job, and you'll never have that dream dick. You may have one, two of those things if you're lucky, but I know that guy isn't reading this comment. If you think you are, oof.
I've found the only thing that works is to just accept this reality, but there's no need for you to base your worth off of it.
I base my worth more on things intrinsically linked to me as a person. I could be in a house fire tonight, or hit by a bus tomorrow. I could lose all my limbs, need a skin transplant, and not have a face. That would all move me on the arbitrary grading standard of life, but my self worth, aside from the fact that I'd probably be incapable of caring for myself anymore, wouldn't take that much of a hit.
I pride myself (not excessively of course, you're not hot shit) on the things I find interesting. Learning new things, engaging in new hobbies, even if it's just entry level.
I find that when people say 'hobbies' they mean something productive, and that would be beneficial for sure. Productive hobbies are the best hobbies to have, but don't feel pressured that your hobbies HAVE to be that.
CONSOOMing is a meme, sure, but fuck man just do things you enjoy. I like reading obscure science articles that do nothing for me except come in handy in social conversation sometimes, but the learning is enough for me to be content. cont