Why do you lift if you have shit genetics? I have been lifting for five years but I'm 22 with shit genes (balding, unfortunate bone structure with both face and body, tiny pp) and now that my naive, youthful hope has been slowly crushed by my inevitable botched reality, I don't really see the point in gym anymore. Do I just keep going because it could be even worse if I stop (but never good)? I think the myth of sisyphus is tragic. I must be doing this for something. Incel frens... how do you cope? I know a lot of you are as unlucky as I am.

And don't give me that derrherrr ur a demoralizer defeatist thing. I refuse to lie to myself. I see reality for what it is