I_just_exist
Greycel
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- Sep 18, 2019
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It was the 1970's. I was always an ugly child. I had protruding front teeth, bug eyes, I was tall for my age but so thin that I looked anorexic. All through school I was bullied for my looks by boys and the girls. I didn't dare ask anyone out, the total rejection and humiliation would've been too much to bear. So in addition I was called queer and a bender. In spite of this I suppose I was still blue pilled, hoping against hope that one day I might have a girlfriend ?
I left school at 16 with a handful of lowish grade qualifications. I found work as a butchers assistant at 17 in the local supermarket.
On my first day I was introduced to the team and one old guy took me to one side and told me i may as well kill myself now to save myself a lifetime of pain and rejection. He said he'd met dozens of men like me in his life and none of them had found happiness.
I was a bit shocked and told my parents who went ballistic about it and told me there was nothing wrong with me and that girls valued personality and sense of humour over looks.
Of course he was absolutely right and 38 years later I sit here every night alone in my little flat, a string of rejections and humiliations behind me. A few exceptionally painful ones that put me under the care of the local mental health trust.
How right he was, and how wrong my parents were.
I left school at 16 with a handful of lowish grade qualifications. I found work as a butchers assistant at 17 in the local supermarket.
On my first day I was introduced to the team and one old guy took me to one side and told me i may as well kill myself now to save myself a lifetime of pain and rejection. He said he'd met dozens of men like me in his life and none of them had found happiness.
I was a bit shocked and told my parents who went ballistic about it and told me there was nothing wrong with me and that girls valued personality and sense of humour over looks.
Of course he was absolutely right and 38 years later I sit here every night alone in my little flat, a string of rejections and humiliations behind me. A few exceptionally painful ones that put me under the care of the local mental health trust.
How right he was, and how wrong my parents were.