10:00
I wake up and do the first thing any self-respecting human does: look in the mirror. Only after I have basked in my perfection does my sacred routine commence. I begin by mewing – recessed jawlines are for betas. After I am satisfied with the results, I move on to my cheeks. I bone-smash, and only when I start to bruise do I stop. I set the shower to an optimal temperature of 37 °C before I step in. Upon finishing my shower, I moisturise, put lifts in my shoes to maximise height, and adorn my glorious body with an all-black outfit. People who have ascended do not concern themselves with things as frivolous as coloured attire. I skip breakfast and snort meth: my essential drug for lean-maxxing. I take a final look in the mirror and step outside.
13:00
I blast the song “Top G in a Bugatti” on my headphones from the most underrated musician of our generation, Andrew Tate, and the line “you a hate cah wе nuh bruk like you” deeply resonates with me. My walk to campus is short, so is every man I pass on my journey. This confirms a fact I know to be true; I am and always will be a mogger. I catch my reflection in a window, and I take a minute to admire myself. I cannot help but notice my jawline and cheekbones are sharp enough to cut through steel, my positive canthal-tilt is unparalleled, and my hunter-eyes can seduce anyone with a mere glance. I continue my walk and pass a group of Becky’s. They sip their matchas, feigning interest in whatever conversation they are having, all in a feeble attempt not to stare at a Chad like me. Pathetic.
13:35 to 16:20
My lectures for the day start, and I arrive at lecture venues five minutes after the class begins and the lecturer arrives. Not because I am late, but because in a world full of normies and simps, I ought to assert dominance. The lecturers go on and on about whatever topics, but true Alphas do not pay attention to mindless chatter. One yapped about the importance of media literacy, and I blocked out his rage-bait as failure to do so will spike my cortisol. I take out gum and start chewing it, not for the taste, but for jaw hypertrophy. The Sub-5 beside me asks for a piece, but I ignore it. By the time lunch comes around, I am ready to go back home. I think of buying food before I head home, then I remember I do not need food; my aura sustains me.
16:45 to 20:00
When I get to my room, I put on Clavicular’s livestream and absorb his infinite knowledge. He goes in-depth about how using makeup products such as concealer and contour can help one ascend by emphasising one’s facial attractiveness. His intelligence provides me with a much needed dopamine surge. Nighttime falls, so I go to my mirror and do my nightly affirmations: “I am dominant”, “My blood rages with testosterone”, “I make love like Zeus”, and finally, “I am a high-value man”. Affirmations do nothing for my confidence. Instead, they remind me that I am the standard. I get in bed and sleep – not to rest, but to reset my aura.
Visual: Mila Jordaan
