This is my first post, and just a general vent for my situation. Sorry if it's too long-
Does anyone else blame their inceldom on their parents for either reproducing with such terrible genetics, or just awful parenting?
I personally blame my father. I am a half white, half curry mutt in America. My dad is a paki bald subhuman who came to America and quickly wifed up my mother, who was a 5'1, 250 pound, single mom at the time. Why did he do this? Because she was white, of course. Then he spread his disgusting seed in her, and out popped me, el goblino.
What's even more fucked up? Neither my mom nor dad made ANY fucking effort to raise me, whatsoever.
Since I was 5 years old, they just fucking put me in my room every day after school on my laptop. All day of every summer since age 5, just in my room on my laptop for 16 hours. Fed me fast food, which made me fucking obese my entire formative years until I starved myself at age 16 and lost 50lbs in 4 months. I asked to play sports, do any activities to get out of the house, and they said no. They never let me leave the house, period.
Another thing - they gave me the most disgusting, hard-to-pronounce, paki ethnic muslim name. What the fuck were they thinking? NOBODY CAN EVEN FUCKING PRONOUNCE MY NAME! Those fucking retards grew up where they had a perfectly normal name and were the same race as everyone else, then they make a mixed race abomination kid, and can't even give him an Americanized first name to help him fit in. Sometimes I lie about my name and people treat me noticeably better. People really ARE turned off by gross ethnic names. Idk why nobody talks about the namepill more. Why would any normal girl date someone with a disgusting foreign ethnic name nobody can pronounce? Fuck my life.
As a result, I spent my entire youth, childhood, and formative years in isolation, on top of being ostracized for being a fat fuck, and a mutt, with a repulsive ethnic name.
My only company was my computer and the internet friends I made online. Who knows how different I could've turned out if they had not made me an obese subhuman since I was a toddler? If they had given me a normal fucking name? If they had not raised me in complete isolation? If they had let me play sports? Etc
Also, despite living in an upper-class suburb and my dad having a shit ton of money, he is a greedy fuck. I'm not one for material things, I really could care less about having the latest fashion or iphone or whatever - I'm not a brat. I understand the value of money and am grateful for what I have. But keep in mind, my parents are making six figures, rich as fuck, living in a mcmansion in the richest country in the world, and they can't even do the bare minimum for their son. I have ONE outfit I wear to school every single day, and a shitty $50 android phone I bought myself.
I've 17 now, and I have basically lived my entire life in complete isolation, excluding some old friends I met in video games, and one other autist I met in school when I was younger, who I no longer am in contact with.
What's more, they have the audacity to get mad at me for staying in my room and being a complete shut-in now that I've grown older. They forced me to get a job right when I turned 16, wageslaving at a fast food job, and are currently trying to force me to join the fucking army (national guard) so they can ship me off to boot camp for the Summer. Are you fucking kidding me? I don't bother anyone, I don't ask for anything, I just want to be left alone in my room and rot in peace, for fucks sake. They did nothing for me as a kid and expect me to be some harvard-attendee, soldier, worker, hybrid model American. Just fucking lol...
I get filled with pure rage every time I see my dad's subhuman face, hear him loudly reciting his fucking durka durka quran bullshit and annoying the whole house, and have to hear his disgusting voice barking at me or others. He is such a fucking idiot. I never have loved him. I've absolutely resented him since age 5 or 6, as long as I can remember, since he used to scream at me and hit me (luckily he's mellowed out on the physical abuse with age). I never even went through that phase kids go through where they just blindly love their parents - I have always viewed him as a completely retarded subhuman (which he is).
When I graduate, I plan to leave as soon as possible, whether it be through joining the military, taking out large loans to get a dorm at a college, anything. And I'll leave at night without any warning or any goodbyes. I'll leave a note telling all my grievances to them, tell them what pieces of shits they are, then never speak to them again for as long as I live. I won't visit their funerals, assuming I haven't killed myself before they die anyway, which is likely.
But at the same time, I cannot help but wonder if I am just being ungrateful. After all, there are kids who's parents literally beat them blue or molest them, or grow up in Africa, so what right do I have to complain? But at the same time, there will ALWAYS be people that have it worse, so where do you draw the line? Am I justified in my grievances?
Does anyone else have similar experiences with ridiculous parents? If so, could you share?
Does anyone else blame their inceldom on their parents for either reproducing with such terrible genetics, or just awful parenting?
I personally blame my father. I am a half white, half curry mutt in America. My dad is a paki bald subhuman who came to America and quickly wifed up my mother, who was a 5'1, 250 pound, single mom at the time. Why did he do this? Because she was white, of course. Then he spread his disgusting seed in her, and out popped me, el goblino.
What's even more fucked up? Neither my mom nor dad made ANY fucking effort to raise me, whatsoever.
Since I was 5 years old, they just fucking put me in my room every day after school on my laptop. All day of every summer since age 5, just in my room on my laptop for 16 hours. Fed me fast food, which made me fucking obese my entire formative years until I starved myself at age 16 and lost 50lbs in 4 months. I asked to play sports, do any activities to get out of the house, and they said no. They never let me leave the house, period.
Another thing - they gave me the most disgusting, hard-to-pronounce, paki ethnic muslim name. What the fuck were they thinking? NOBODY CAN EVEN FUCKING PRONOUNCE MY NAME! Those fucking retards grew up where they had a perfectly normal name and were the same race as everyone else, then they make a mixed race abomination kid, and can't even give him an Americanized first name to help him fit in. Sometimes I lie about my name and people treat me noticeably better. People really ARE turned off by gross ethnic names. Idk why nobody talks about the namepill more. Why would any normal girl date someone with a disgusting foreign ethnic name nobody can pronounce? Fuck my life.
As a result, I spent my entire youth, childhood, and formative years in isolation, on top of being ostracized for being a fat fuck, and a mutt, with a repulsive ethnic name.
My only company was my computer and the internet friends I made online. Who knows how different I could've turned out if they had not made me an obese subhuman since I was a toddler? If they had given me a normal fucking name? If they had not raised me in complete isolation? If they had let me play sports? Etc
Also, despite living in an upper-class suburb and my dad having a shit ton of money, he is a greedy fuck. I'm not one for material things, I really could care less about having the latest fashion or iphone or whatever - I'm not a brat. I understand the value of money and am grateful for what I have. But keep in mind, my parents are making six figures, rich as fuck, living in a mcmansion in the richest country in the world, and they can't even do the bare minimum for their son. I have ONE outfit I wear to school every single day, and a shitty $50 android phone I bought myself.
I've 17 now, and I have basically lived my entire life in complete isolation, excluding some old friends I met in video games, and one other autist I met in school when I was younger, who I no longer am in contact with.
What's more, they have the audacity to get mad at me for staying in my room and being a complete shut-in now that I've grown older. They forced me to get a job right when I turned 16, wageslaving at a fast food job, and are currently trying to force me to join the fucking army (national guard) so they can ship me off to boot camp for the Summer. Are you fucking kidding me? I don't bother anyone, I don't ask for anything, I just want to be left alone in my room and rot in peace, for fucks sake. They did nothing for me as a kid and expect me to be some harvard-attendee, soldier, worker, hybrid model American. Just fucking lol...
I get filled with pure rage every time I see my dad's subhuman face, hear him loudly reciting his fucking durka durka quran bullshit and annoying the whole house, and have to hear his disgusting voice barking at me or others. He is such a fucking idiot. I never have loved him. I've absolutely resented him since age 5 or 6, as long as I can remember, since he used to scream at me and hit me (luckily he's mellowed out on the physical abuse with age). I never even went through that phase kids go through where they just blindly love their parents - I have always viewed him as a completely retarded subhuman (which he is).
When I graduate, I plan to leave as soon as possible, whether it be through joining the military, taking out large loans to get a dorm at a college, anything. And I'll leave at night without any warning or any goodbyes. I'll leave a note telling all my grievances to them, tell them what pieces of shits they are, then never speak to them again for as long as I live. I won't visit their funerals, assuming I haven't killed myself before they die anyway, which is likely.
But at the same time, I cannot help but wonder if I am just being ungrateful. After all, there are kids who's parents literally beat them blue or molest them, or grow up in Africa, so what right do I have to complain? But at the same time, there will ALWAYS be people that have it worse, so where do you draw the line? Am I justified in my grievances?
Does anyone else have similar experiences with ridiculous parents? If so, could you share?
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