Are self-help books a cope? Does it even matter?
In the end, we never stop to analyze people, we don't give two fucks about how they act or what they think, just shallow first impressions and if they are attractive or not.

I've treated ugly people like shit or straight up ignored them, while I've continously stared at the most attractive person in the room while she spoke, giving her my full attention.

I feel disgusting, is every other human like me? Are we really just shallow beings, does it even matter to make an effort or should I just say fuck it and 'bee myself'?