>>15100001You will never be a real turkmen. You have no epicanthic fold, you are not mongoloid, you have no hairless body. You are a Mixovarvaroi byzantine man twisted by rape and assimilation into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Central Asians are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “turkic brothers” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
Turkmen are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed turkmen to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even Turks who “pass” as semi mongoloid look uncanny and unnatural to a turkmen. Your caucasoid bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk mongoloid turkic girl home with you, she’ll turn tail and bolt the second she gets a whiff of your diseased, hairy greco persian body.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss on holiday in tatarstan. Turkics will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a byzantine man is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably caucasoid.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
