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How was your guys experience. I'm looking back at it as I leave it with nothing to be proud of.
acne was terrible, knew no one, forced to eat my lunch in the bathroom more than 200times, never had a group of friends to sit with, bullied and picked last in gym classes. Wanted to kill everyone at the school.
No complaints.
Don't even remind me of that hellhole. Everyday I would walk in the building wondering what the next insult was going to be, where the next hit or punch was going to be, and who the next person to make out with their partner in the hallways would be. I never want to go back to that insufferable place.
Literally sounds the exact same as my experience.
Best years of my life. I was actually pretty popular. Girls liked me, guys liked me. I got invited to sleepovers and birthday parties, even after I wasn't their classmate anymore. Still didn't get me any romantic interest though. I bullied the kid who tried bullying me, I even got other girls to join in on calling him names like "Downy." And my oneitis had crushed my confidence, but looking back, all the heartache I thought I had, really wasn't that bad at all compared to what I'm going through now. Loneliness has made me jaded.
Well I never switched or transferred to another school system, so I went with the same kids all my life. I wouldn't know any different.
I know personality is a meme when it comes to dating, but personality is important in a place you're frequently at, such as at school or at a job. Nothing will ever be as good as those days back then, even though I didn't get female interest.
i didn't fuck any of the girls so i hated it
Sorry to hear that. I don't know if I'd rather be average looking, but have mental problems or be what I am right now. I'd kill to have better looks, but I don't think I'm willing to compromise my social skills for it.
I know how it feels, I'm 2/10 myself. I think being a non-white in a mostly white high school made them be sympathetic towards me. Like, being the token non-white, you know? Not so much that my looks played a role, since I was and still am ugly as fuck.
True. I was the class clown. Everyone thought I was funny. They were always laughing with me, not at me, mind you.
almost 5 years of anguish and an insufferable hell for me. how can normies even act surprise when someone decides to shoot up a school? the only people who hate school shooters are those who didnt get teased every day and cant empathise.
At least some of you people have friends I sit by myself at a lunch table and don't even eat, and I don't know anyone in my school at all. At least no one really bothers me.
It was shit but it was the best period of my life nonetheless.
Our problems seemed so big, but in hindsight, they weren't. We didn't realize how easy we had it. That's why I miss my high school days the most.
Was basically a ghost. Doubt anyone remembers me OR my name tbh. Only one who would would probably be teachers and such. Most of the classes i went to was full or normies, a couple stacies, surpsingly not many chads, and A SHIT TON of beckys. I dropped out at the very last week of senior year because i was told i wouldn't graduate. Been a depressed NEET since
Decent. Was never one of the really popular kids but I didn't aspire to be. In my last year my social circle at school expanded considerably - all the unofficial groups had our tables at which we'd sit and at ours there were usually 10-15 others with whom I would socialize.
I'm still in touch with very few of them now.
I'm still in touch with very few of them now.
Constant bullying and torment from everyone. Everyday was an absolute hell for me.
Glad to be out of it.
Glad to be out of it.
Gather around, -cels, especially you gray ones. STORY TIME! If you saw it before, then remember it is of great import.
In my first week of high school, I was approached by a group of senior girls. They were saying “Hey X! come sit with us!” and “You look good!” Now look at my signature pic, throw hair on it, then imagine a praying mantis body at 6’5, I looked as good as Jonah Hill would’ve in Magic Mike. Already, I was a laughingstock among the whole female student body. This led to guys shunning me and trying to start shit because it made them look better in the eyes of girls or so they thought. High School was ridicule and exclusion to the nth.
In my first week of high school, I was approached by a group of senior girls. They were saying “Hey X! come sit with us!” and “You look good!” Now look at my signature pic, throw hair on it, then imagine a praying mantis body at 6’5, I looked as good as Jonah Hill would’ve in Magic Mike. Already, I was a laughingstock among the whole female student body. This led to guys shunning me and trying to start shit because it made them look better in the eyes of girls or so they thought. High School was ridicule and exclusion to the nth.
all boys school didn't prepare me for co-ed uni.
I was a Homeschoolcel starting at 8th grade. It’s true I missed out on all the anguish and bullying. Instead I got to spend 4 years in total social isolation while my classmates made new friends and all got girlfriends.
I got to watch from the sidelines as everyone else socially matured and I just rotted in my room.
I got to watch from the sidelines as everyone else socially matured and I just rotted in my room.
Better than middle school. If I see someone from my middleschool i might go ER on them. Highschool was ok, no one really bothered me with anything and I slipped through it like a ghost.
I beat up a few of my bullies and bullies who were bullying other kids. They all took it too far so I had to. Even though foids made fun of me for being ugly, I didnt care and I'm very proud of fucking up bullies.
I didn't have much friends either. Nobody stuck up for me, so I had to stick up for myself.
I didn't have much friends either. Nobody stuck up for me, so I had to stick up for myself.
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Terrible. I was high school in 1976.
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Same.
Ah, high school... with an insignificant individual as ourselves trapped in a small building filled with Chad's and Stacy's experiencing sex, partying, and fulfilling their outermost insane fantasies while I walked home crying my evenings away.
Same shit as today, however I used to believe in the concept of humanity back then.
Terrible, but college is worse
It is a time when the foid truly let "loose".
High school was great, middle school was hell though. I did end up bringing a gun to school at some point though...
I don't even go to lunch because I don't want people to see me sitting alone.
For all the bad luck of being born ugly, I pretty much have had good luck otherwise as far as I remember, a friend of mine suspected I might try to exert an epic revenge on some asshole and came to stop me in the morning, I gave the gun to one of the teachers and he sent me on a 10km run around the park to chill off. Then they forced me to go to therapy (for the 3rd time). I was in mexico back then though, school shootings are not a thing there like in americaWoah man how were you not sent to juvy
Were you caught?
Ah that makes more sense now that you said you were in Mexico. You would be screwed if you were caught with a gun at school in the US. Everyone would go into full on panic mode. Schools freak out if you even mention having a gun, or if you even draw one, nevermind physically having one on school grounds.
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how old are you now?
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I think I only got off easy because I was a good student, but I would have been sent to juvy for sure if I had shot that fucker, mexico isn't uncivilized, and it was a private school. You'd be amazed at how much it helps if you look "harmless", something similar happened during a school trip in middle school, I just snapped off, let myself give in to the bloodlust and strangled the school bully with a telephone cable, luckily for me the cable snapped before I was done killing him... literally nothing happened to me, the teachers thought it had been some random "school fight" and the school therapist literally told me something along the lines : "I know he probably deserved it,but it isn't your place to do such things" The funny thing is that the guy had a laceration in his neck from the incident and it would have been game over if he had shown it to anyone, but because he was the chad school bully , and had a reputation to uphold, he just kept it hidden beneath a scarf.
We have a hERo.
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Haha that's amazing.
I didn't have many friends and used to be really obsessed, fantasize, plan, being a serial killer. But sadly we all grow up, grow old and move on. I've definitely developed too much empathy for people to do any of that now.
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I went to an all boys elementary school (Grades 1 - 8). Life was better then.
I don't think growing up and moving on is sad, having a high bloodlust isn't a desirable trait, I've gotten really good about controlling it, essentially by not having any real enemies. I also feel empathy for people like that.Haha that's amazing.
I didn't have many friends and used to be really obsessed, fantasize, plan, being a serial killer. But sadly we all grow up, grow old and move on. I've definitely developed too much empathy for people to do any of that now.
I gotta say though, there wasn't much difference between fantasizing about killing that bully and actually following through with it, in my mind was justifying it by claiming I was doing it out of a sense of righteousness, but after I jumped on the guy it was only the bloodlust driving me... I was amazed at how my body performed during the act, I wasn't shaking or having an accelerated heartbeat or anything like that, my body just performed nominally. I had imagined I would back off when it started getting real, but I didn't, I really believed in my heart that this fucker deserved it, and when he started panicking I just pushed harder with my knees against his neck, which is why the cable broke. It took me years to finally accept what I had done was wrong, but I'm glad I did.
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My father use to beat me up for basically no reason at all, he was very emotionally unstable and saw me as his punching bag when he'd come home stressed from work. One day I told him, if he lays a hand on me ever again, that I will cut his head off when he sleeps. That I have no problems going to jail or getting the death penalty. He never hit me again, because deep down, he knew that if he did he would be dead.
In my opinion what you did was right. Sometimes people need to be course corrected by other people in their lives. Sometimes that course correction is a lesson that they won't easily forget. That guy, could have grown up and killed his girlfriend or worse and you may have saved her or his other future victims from death. Anyways, I'm glad the cable did break because you sound like a good person and it would be more sad if you spent your life in jail.
Sorry to hear about the situation with your dad, I'm glad you were able to stand up to him. In my experience bullies do back down once they feel the danger gets real. And you are right, that guy stopped the bullying after that, years later, I heard he got pretty beat up at some party while he was drunk and apparently became a decent adult afterwards. I don't have any animosity towards him or anyone anymore, I really think we incels (but especially us with high bloodlust) should abstain from becoming hateful or angry.
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I agree. Meditation has helped me alot, also focusing on the positive things about other people and trying to feel life through their perspective. As much as we say it's not true, incels really are at higher risk of becoming mass murderers because of our isolation.
Which is fascinating because Buddhist monks are essentially incel as well but have little to no blood lust, and very little hatred. It really is all perspective and what you focus on, and giving the brain time to consolidate and prune it's connections.
Almost all men experience a little bloodlust every now and then, but high blood lust is rather rare, I think incels are on much more of a suicide danger than going mass murder danger.
There is something curious that happened to me with the therapists, on 3 different occasions with different therapists when I told them about what I did, they all asked suggestively: "... and you felt surprised/scared that you ere able to do something like that...?" It became clear that this is the normal response normies get when doing something murderous. But that was not the case for me, quite the contrary, I felt empowered a 5'3" skinny guy was able to overpower a 6'0 strong bully just by striking first, if I could tame my bloodlust it could become a powerful tool in my arsenal, knowing I can go to the ultimate length at any time makes me extremely confident.
I've tried meditation before, but it's not my thing, lucid dreaming is what really changed me long term, I just satiated my bloodlust in my dreams until I grew out of it for the most
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