MasterOfReality
trying to live my best life
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Hello there everybody. This is my first post on the board, and I thought there wouldn't be a better way to introduce myself then to share with you my story of how I ended up here. I think you will be able to learn a thing or two from it. Grab your popcorn and get cozy!
When I was in elementary school, I was always viewed as weird but I had some semblance of a normie life. I grew up at a young age in the Catholic school community, but I left in 4th grade because of the emotional stress that came from dealing with evil priests and nuns. This early experience made me have difficulties talking to other people in a normal way. I went to public school in 4th grade, and I had some social difficulties, but it wasn't too bad. It was the coziest years of my education.
The little bit of normalcy I had in my life was shattered when I went to the 6th grade. After graduating elementary school as a social weirdo, I spent the summer hatching a plan that would be sure to boost me to popularity in middle school. I had made a hobby out of writing humorous poetry and decided I would make a rap music video using my satirical poetry. I thought I would be viewed as a genius among my peers for my verbal intelligence and sense of humor. While it may have been a stupid idea looking back, I was genuinely excited and passionate about sharing my work at the time.
Needless to say, it did not have the effect on my peers that I was looking for. They were incapable of understanding satire, and they viewed me in an even more strange light than they already did. I was brutally bullied for my actions and I grew severely depressed as a result. What I was so passionate about sharing with my peers was mocked and laughed at. Because of the bullying, I lost the few friends I had and became the jester of the school.
I was bullied for the rest of my middle school years, until I hit my darkest point in 8th grade. I had tried my hardest to separate myself from the actions I had made in 6th grade but it was too late. Even though I was tested as a child for an IQ of 135 in verbal intelligence, I was left out of the Promising Young Writers society due to the humilliation I brought to the school with my viral video which had amassed 100,000 views at this point. I considered roping after I was left behind from the school's Washington D.C. trip because nobody wanted to room with me due to my reputation. When the rest of my class got back from Washington D.C., I decided I would fight back to my main bully, the one who took the place of me in the Washington D.C. room with the people I thought were my "friends". I got to school an hour early that day and waited by his locker until he would show up. When he finally showed up, he started trying to ask some foid for sex at his locker. So I slammed his locker shut and yelled at him for all the shit he put me through. He played stupid and said he didn't remember doing anything wrong to me, so I grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed his head into his locker. Luckily, I got away with it under the guise of mental illness, but this event further isolated me from my peers as they now viewed me as violent.
Fast forward to my high school years, and all I wanted was some form of companionship. I hated the world and wanted someone else to share the burden of my stressful life with. All I wanted was someone who I could have absolute trust in. I never found that person. Even through high school, I was still bullied for my 6th grade mistake. To try to resolve my isolation issues, I decided to try joining sports to make friends. This was the worst idea I ever had. I joined cross country to try to improve my physical health and make friends, but the bullying there was the worst bullying I had ever experienced in my entire life. Not only was I suffering through running 6 miles a day and the bullying of my peers, the coach decided to join in on the bullying. He said I wasn't allowed to participate in the team races because "I was not a positive representation of the team". I was extremely physically fit at the time, but he still would not let me run. I was even more upset about the incident when I found out that the coach was letting a morbidly obese girl participate in the team races for the girls. I put thousands of hours of my life into the team and stressed my body to the point that I got Achilles Tendinitis. I worked as hard as I could, and some girl who never showed up to a practice was allowed to have what I always wanted: the race that would let me finally bond with my teammates. I finally decided to quit the team after a senior on the team spoofed my cell phone number and called into the school saying that I was going to shoot it up. It was viewed as real. I was made fun of for the incident and the team celebrated by getting drunk in the woods when they finally bullied me out of their program.
After this negative experience, I sadly didn't learn my lesson. I decided to join the rowing team at my high school. I was genuinely happy there for a few weeks and I made some friends there. They were popular people as well, but they decided to betray and isolate me. Apparently, my reputation was "ruining" their popularity, and it wasn't worth the risk to have me around. From there, I was on my own for the rest of my time in high school, which was cut short due to the Corona Virus.
For most of my life now, I have never had any form of companionship. I have never had a girlfriend. I have always been bullied. I attribute all of this to the fucked up society that bullied me for something I was truly passionate about for 5+ years. I didn't know the term back then, but I had already started taking the blackpill after I got bullied for my video, and fully digested it after I was kicked out of the cross country team.
If there is one lesson you should take away from this story, it is that humans are a cruel species that will not allow anyone to do anything outside of the ordinary. Unless you are Chad, you will be tormented if you so dare to do anything unique. I suggest that everyone reading this decides to stay low profile, because I became well known and saw my hopes and aspirations get crushed before my eyes.
When I was in elementary school, I was always viewed as weird but I had some semblance of a normie life. I grew up at a young age in the Catholic school community, but I left in 4th grade because of the emotional stress that came from dealing with evil priests and nuns. This early experience made me have difficulties talking to other people in a normal way. I went to public school in 4th grade, and I had some social difficulties, but it wasn't too bad. It was the coziest years of my education.
The little bit of normalcy I had in my life was shattered when I went to the 6th grade. After graduating elementary school as a social weirdo, I spent the summer hatching a plan that would be sure to boost me to popularity in middle school. I had made a hobby out of writing humorous poetry and decided I would make a rap music video using my satirical poetry. I thought I would be viewed as a genius among my peers for my verbal intelligence and sense of humor. While it may have been a stupid idea looking back, I was genuinely excited and passionate about sharing my work at the time.
Needless to say, it did not have the effect on my peers that I was looking for. They were incapable of understanding satire, and they viewed me in an even more strange light than they already did. I was brutally bullied for my actions and I grew severely depressed as a result. What I was so passionate about sharing with my peers was mocked and laughed at. Because of the bullying, I lost the few friends I had and became the jester of the school.
I was bullied for the rest of my middle school years, until I hit my darkest point in 8th grade. I had tried my hardest to separate myself from the actions I had made in 6th grade but it was too late. Even though I was tested as a child for an IQ of 135 in verbal intelligence, I was left out of the Promising Young Writers society due to the humilliation I brought to the school with my viral video which had amassed 100,000 views at this point. I considered roping after I was left behind from the school's Washington D.C. trip because nobody wanted to room with me due to my reputation. When the rest of my class got back from Washington D.C., I decided I would fight back to my main bully, the one who took the place of me in the Washington D.C. room with the people I thought were my "friends". I got to school an hour early that day and waited by his locker until he would show up. When he finally showed up, he started trying to ask some foid for sex at his locker. So I slammed his locker shut and yelled at him for all the shit he put me through. He played stupid and said he didn't remember doing anything wrong to me, so I grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed his head into his locker. Luckily, I got away with it under the guise of mental illness, but this event further isolated me from my peers as they now viewed me as violent.
Fast forward to my high school years, and all I wanted was some form of companionship. I hated the world and wanted someone else to share the burden of my stressful life with. All I wanted was someone who I could have absolute trust in. I never found that person. Even through high school, I was still bullied for my 6th grade mistake. To try to resolve my isolation issues, I decided to try joining sports to make friends. This was the worst idea I ever had. I joined cross country to try to improve my physical health and make friends, but the bullying there was the worst bullying I had ever experienced in my entire life. Not only was I suffering through running 6 miles a day and the bullying of my peers, the coach decided to join in on the bullying. He said I wasn't allowed to participate in the team races because "I was not a positive representation of the team". I was extremely physically fit at the time, but he still would not let me run. I was even more upset about the incident when I found out that the coach was letting a morbidly obese girl participate in the team races for the girls. I put thousands of hours of my life into the team and stressed my body to the point that I got Achilles Tendinitis. I worked as hard as I could, and some girl who never showed up to a practice was allowed to have what I always wanted: the race that would let me finally bond with my teammates. I finally decided to quit the team after a senior on the team spoofed my cell phone number and called into the school saying that I was going to shoot it up. It was viewed as real. I was made fun of for the incident and the team celebrated by getting drunk in the woods when they finally bullied me out of their program.
After this negative experience, I sadly didn't learn my lesson. I decided to join the rowing team at my high school. I was genuinely happy there for a few weeks and I made some friends there. They were popular people as well, but they decided to betray and isolate me. Apparently, my reputation was "ruining" their popularity, and it wasn't worth the risk to have me around. From there, I was on my own for the rest of my time in high school, which was cut short due to the Corona Virus.
For most of my life now, I have never had any form of companionship. I have never had a girlfriend. I have always been bullied. I attribute all of this to the fucked up society that bullied me for something I was truly passionate about for 5+ years. I didn't know the term back then, but I had already started taking the blackpill after I got bullied for my video, and fully digested it after I was kicked out of the cross country team.
If there is one lesson you should take away from this story, it is that humans are a cruel species that will not allow anyone to do anything outside of the ordinary. Unless you are Chad, you will be tormented if you so dare to do anything unique. I suggest that everyone reading this decides to stay low profile, because I became well known and saw my hopes and aspirations get crushed before my eyes.