ShadowTheEdgehog
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To feel excluded, you first have to be included.
I was never included, not even in kindergarden.
I changed kindergardens at an early age because there was Trouble, I dont know what happened, I just remember being very afraid of going back.
Through my entire life up to the age of Maybe 18, it didn't even occur to me that I was being ostracized.
Sure, I felt like absolute shit and wanted to die every single day but I never made the Connection to social Isolation.
I think it is because every single social interaction I had was negative, so I didn't even think About it as a necessasry factor to my happiness.
My fucking "Friends" in School took my fucking backpack and ripped it into pieces like animals and I didn't do shit. That's how normal it was for me.
I thought going into the library every lunch break to read About the flight patterns of ravens and ww2 artillery guns was normal.
Only now, by reading the experiences of other incels here and seeing myself reflected in These Patterns, I realize what really happened.
Girls would call my house as a dare and my dad would pick up the phone. He would tell me that he heard giggling in the Background and ask if I had a girlfriend and shit.
He's so bluepilled it hurts. The Girls would call me Quasimodo and shit.
Anyone else feel similar?
I was never included, not even in kindergarden.
I changed kindergardens at an early age because there was Trouble, I dont know what happened, I just remember being very afraid of going back.
Through my entire life up to the age of Maybe 18, it didn't even occur to me that I was being ostracized.
Sure, I felt like absolute shit and wanted to die every single day but I never made the Connection to social Isolation.
I think it is because every single social interaction I had was negative, so I didn't even think About it as a necessasry factor to my happiness.
My fucking "Friends" in School took my fucking backpack and ripped it into pieces like animals and I didn't do shit. That's how normal it was for me.
I thought going into the library every lunch break to read About the flight patterns of ravens and ww2 artillery guns was normal.
Only now, by reading the experiences of other incels here and seeing myself reflected in These Patterns, I realize what really happened.
Girls would call my house as a dare and my dad would pick up the phone. He would tell me that he heard giggling in the Background and ask if I had a girlfriend and shit.
He's so bluepilled it hurts. The Girls would call me Quasimodo and shit.
Anyone else feel similar?