Darth Aries
Love is a metaphysical slaughterhouse for spergs
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I’m so fucking high inhib that speaking up for myself if anyone bothers me is impossible. I feel so fucking awkward and sometimes I go full schizo high inhib, to the point where I bottle up my frustration and then later go home and cry.
This doesn’t happen nearly as often as it did when I was working electrical a few years prior. That was when this low inhib, fat htn with blue eyes would bully the shit out of me. He would call me “pussy balls”, make fun of my name, make fun of me for struggling to lift certain things, and he even told me to hit the gym while this piece of shit was 250 pounds of fat at least, and then he made physical threats to me by saying he would kick the shit out of me and to remember that.
He was basically NT chad underneath all of that fat so I know he still got pussy which made it even more brutal for me, and since I didn’t have my license at the time I constantly had to get rides from him to work and back. Eventually I quit because of him despite the decent money I was making because I couldn’t stand wanting to fucking cry every time he bullied me at work.
I only got the job because my mother’s cousin owned the company, so one time as this fat bastard was talking shit to me, an older worker in his 40s found it funny and he decided to chime in and say “don’t let him talk to you like that, you’re related to the (boss’s name) that’s fucked up” and then the fat dude says “tell (boss’s name) he can go fuck his fist”.
That older guy was also a piece of shit to me, he would give me weird looks from time to time as if I was retarded or something, and one time I was up on the ladder and from across the room I heard them talking about the covid vaccine. Eventually he asks me if I got the vaccine and I said “no” and then I hear him say under his breath “fucking idiot” then the fat bastard I mentioned prior started laughing.
All of this happened and I didn’t have the balls to stand up for myself, and now that I haven’t held down a job for over three years, I am probably even more high inhib than I was back then. I suffer from anxiety now even doing basic everyday tasks like running errands by myself, something that I never worried about back then. Imagine how bad I’d be pushed around now?
Fuck everyone in that crew, I hope they get electrocuted.
This doesn’t happen nearly as often as it did when I was working electrical a few years prior. That was when this low inhib, fat htn with blue eyes would bully the shit out of me. He would call me “pussy balls”, make fun of my name, make fun of me for struggling to lift certain things, and he even told me to hit the gym while this piece of shit was 250 pounds of fat at least, and then he made physical threats to me by saying he would kick the shit out of me and to remember that.
He was basically NT chad underneath all of that fat so I know he still got pussy which made it even more brutal for me, and since I didn’t have my license at the time I constantly had to get rides from him to work and back. Eventually I quit because of him despite the decent money I was making because I couldn’t stand wanting to fucking cry every time he bullied me at work.
I only got the job because my mother’s cousin owned the company, so one time as this fat bastard was talking shit to me, an older worker in his 40s found it funny and he decided to chime in and say “don’t let him talk to you like that, you’re related to the (boss’s name) that’s fucked up” and then the fat dude says “tell (boss’s name) he can go fuck his fist”.
That older guy was also a piece of shit to me, he would give me weird looks from time to time as if I was retarded or something, and one time I was up on the ladder and from across the room I heard them talking about the covid vaccine. Eventually he asks me if I got the vaccine and I said “no” and then I hear him say under his breath “fucking idiot” then the fat bastard I mentioned prior started laughing.
All of this happened and I didn’t have the balls to stand up for myself, and now that I haven’t held down a job for over three years, I am probably even more high inhib than I was back then. I suffer from anxiety now even doing basic everyday tasks like running errands by myself, something that I never worried about back then. Imagine how bad I’d be pushed around now?
Fuck everyone in that crew, I hope they get electrocuted.