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This happened a while ago; when I was still mostly-bluepilled.
I had a typical stacy oneitis in high school: blonde, blue eyes; long legs and a sporty body. She had high grades, was kind etc etc. You all know what kind of girl I mean.
So she was my oneitis because we sat next to each other in English class (seats were assigned based on last name, she was next to me). She was generally kind to me for those four hours a week and because it was the only female attention I received in high school I crushed hard.
On valentine's day in our 3rd year (around 15 years old) another guy approached her with a card he made and put quite a lot of effort in. Generally a good guy, kind and helpful, but not the tallest and a bit lanky. Glasses and acne appearing every so often. It was kinda rough to see her shutting him down, in that sweet tone. "You're a great guy but I see you more as a friend teehee" He gave her the card anyway (which she later discared into the trash bin unceremoniously).
Witnessing the entire experience made me never attempt anything. Looking back on it; I get a bad case of schadenfreude. I enjoy the memory of seeing him getting humiliated. I kinda feel bad about feeling good about it.
Is it bad to derive a little joy from the misfortune of a fellow incel?
I had a typical stacy oneitis in high school: blonde, blue eyes; long legs and a sporty body. She had high grades, was kind etc etc. You all know what kind of girl I mean.
So she was my oneitis because we sat next to each other in English class (seats were assigned based on last name, she was next to me). She was generally kind to me for those four hours a week and because it was the only female attention I received in high school I crushed hard.
On valentine's day in our 3rd year (around 15 years old) another guy approached her with a card he made and put quite a lot of effort in. Generally a good guy, kind and helpful, but not the tallest and a bit lanky. Glasses and acne appearing every so often. It was kinda rough to see her shutting him down, in that sweet tone. "You're a great guy but I see you more as a friend teehee" He gave her the card anyway (which she later discared into the trash bin unceremoniously).
Witnessing the entire experience made me never attempt anything. Looking back on it; I get a bad case of schadenfreude. I enjoy the memory of seeing him getting humiliated. I kinda feel bad about feeling good about it.
Is it bad to derive a little joy from the misfortune of a fellow incel?
