If you were treated poorly by other humans (probably most of you on this website), especially when you were young, altered your own view of humanity in general? If so in what ways?
Personal story (don't have to read):
I was never bullied badly, but I had my fair share of poor treatment, especially through high-school.
When I was in primary school, I remember getting into a few confrontations with another student. I remember being angry at him for the way he had treated me, but I never had the courage to confront or fight him. Bearing in mind he hadn't bullied me, it was just a few insults, getting pushed over a bench and getting kicked over the course of a few years. I had also retaliated, but only by verbal insults and stupid stuff like trying to throw snowballs etc. This inaction frustrated me, but I'll relate this to a later point.
I had a late puberty, and developed some, let's say interesting characteristics. I was fine for the first couple years apart from the odd insult. But when I was around 15/16, I started to get insulted about my physical characteristics. I'm not going to name my issues, to spare my own ego but in essence they were easy to notice and quite unattractive for a male to have, although they were often not visible most of the time. When people first started to point these out, I didn't care, but after a year or so I started to become concerned. It was at this time I had been rejected three times, and I was also holding onto a grudge towards the people who had brought my 'problems' up in the first place, aswell as being disgusted at myself. I started to fall into a pit of resentment, envy and anger.
Here's where the story gets dark. Me and my friends used to consistently joke about school shootings, of course we were joking, but it was atleast in my mind, a kind of threat. I often overreacted to small things, getting a pen thrown at me, a small insult or laughter. But all these memories of small things started to really anger me.
I had dropped out of school at this point, and was socially isolating myself. I started reading about columbine online and became mesmerised by Eric and Dylan. At first I was shocked at how people would do this sort of thing but over the weeks, my desires grew to the point of me researching bomb making guides and (living in a gun restrictive country) ways to acquire a functional firearm. Although even if I had the means, I don't think I would have ever done something like that. I didn't even want to kill anyone specifically, I just wanted to show I wasn't a tool to be mocked, degraded or to show off my 'courage'. Still it was just a pipedream.
The path that this took me down was quite dark, it was an awakening to the true evil nature of mankind. It went from me learning about mass killers, to animal torturers (I have a soft spot for animals) and wondering why nobody is concerned by this. I eventually discovered the blackpill, and this truly enraged me. To learn that the way people had mistreated me was because they were disgusted by me and my genetics, that it was their biological programming behind the verbal trigger. My own personal problems led me to become so obsessed with the blackpill, because I had experienced it first hand.
The rude awakening from a childlike bliss to the ture cruelness of the world. How could I have been so ignorant? Everything is a struggle for power, you have no control over your genetics, but it affects your entire life to a ridiculous degree.
But now I am empathetic, to everything and everyone. The cruelty of the world dosen't need more cruelty. But what still angers me, is that some people just aren't empathetic to everything. The true cunts of the planet, it is those that I disregard all empathy, for they don't care about me or anything else and think they deserve my empathy. Meh, it's useless, my empathy isn't worth anything. Of no use to anyone because I hold so little influence.
And you, incel who read this piss-pot of a post. I have empathy for you, because you have suffered just as much.
Personal story (don't have to read):
I was never bullied badly, but I had my fair share of poor treatment, especially through high-school.
When I was in primary school, I remember getting into a few confrontations with another student. I remember being angry at him for the way he had treated me, but I never had the courage to confront or fight him. Bearing in mind he hadn't bullied me, it was just a few insults, getting pushed over a bench and getting kicked over the course of a few years. I had also retaliated, but only by verbal insults and stupid stuff like trying to throw snowballs etc. This inaction frustrated me, but I'll relate this to a later point.
I had a late puberty, and developed some, let's say interesting characteristics. I was fine for the first couple years apart from the odd insult. But when I was around 15/16, I started to get insulted about my physical characteristics. I'm not going to name my issues, to spare my own ego but in essence they were easy to notice and quite unattractive for a male to have, although they were often not visible most of the time. When people first started to point these out, I didn't care, but after a year or so I started to become concerned. It was at this time I had been rejected three times, and I was also holding onto a grudge towards the people who had brought my 'problems' up in the first place, aswell as being disgusted at myself. I started to fall into a pit of resentment, envy and anger.
Here's where the story gets dark. Me and my friends used to consistently joke about school shootings, of course we were joking, but it was atleast in my mind, a kind of threat. I often overreacted to small things, getting a pen thrown at me, a small insult or laughter. But all these memories of small things started to really anger me.
I had dropped out of school at this point, and was socially isolating myself. I started reading about columbine online and became mesmerised by Eric and Dylan. At first I was shocked at how people would do this sort of thing but over the weeks, my desires grew to the point of me researching bomb making guides and (living in a gun restrictive country) ways to acquire a functional firearm. Although even if I had the means, I don't think I would have ever done something like that. I didn't even want to kill anyone specifically, I just wanted to show I wasn't a tool to be mocked, degraded or to show off my 'courage'. Still it was just a pipedream.
The path that this took me down was quite dark, it was an awakening to the true evil nature of mankind. It went from me learning about mass killers, to animal torturers (I have a soft spot for animals) and wondering why nobody is concerned by this. I eventually discovered the blackpill, and this truly enraged me. To learn that the way people had mistreated me was because they were disgusted by me and my genetics, that it was their biological programming behind the verbal trigger. My own personal problems led me to become so obsessed with the blackpill, because I had experienced it first hand.
The rude awakening from a childlike bliss to the ture cruelness of the world. How could I have been so ignorant? Everything is a struggle for power, you have no control over your genetics, but it affects your entire life to a ridiculous degree.
But now I am empathetic, to everything and everyone. The cruelty of the world dosen't need more cruelty. But what still angers me, is that some people just aren't empathetic to everything. The true cunts of the planet, it is those that I disregard all empathy, for they don't care about me or anything else and think they deserve my empathy. Meh, it's useless, my empathy isn't worth anything. Of no use to anyone because I hold so little influence.
And you, incel who read this piss-pot of a post. I have empathy for you, because you have suffered just as much.
