>>15400996You will never be a Southern European. You have no olive skin, you have no brown eyes, you have no brown hair. You are a French man twisted by /int/ memes into a crude mockery of the Roman Empire’s perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back Spaniards mock you. Italians are disgusted and ashamed of you, Portuguese laugh at your barbaric appearance behind closed doors.
Meds are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed Meds to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even Frenchoids who “pass” look emasculated and pale to a Med. Your phenotype is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a Med to think you're one of them, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your frog-munching, sweaty rancidness.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself you're a pure blooded Med, but deep inside you feel your French genes creeping up like a weed, ready to crush your delusions 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. Meds will find you, relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable smell coming from the North. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth place, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a Frenchoid 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 French.
