Pareg
Two worlds apart: theirs and ours.
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Hello there,
As title says it, I'm asking you to explain the worst story that happened to you.
It can be an event, or a whole part of your life.
Obviously, I know that most of us didn't even interact once in their lives with any female, but if you did, tell me how it went.
Let's start with me, I guess.
There are two parts of my life that went terribly bad.
Part 1 - Middle school.
Unlike some people on the forum, I started to discover the evil nature of women far before my tweenties or even high school.
For one I was already quite socially isolated and not only I had just this one friend... (who betrayed me, look at these threads: https://incels.is/threads/my-friend-always-asking-me-to-go-play-games-with-him.83916/ and https://incels.is/threads/i-told-my-dad-about-my-inceldom.85467/), but I also wasn't blackpilled. So innocent. So stupid.
I started becoming blackened as girls were making fun of me. These little bitches... Even at that time (I was 11-12), I already had some hatred against them.
But on the other hand, as clearly I wasn't as blackpilled as today, I felt in love for one specific girl... You know how this will end, right? I did not...
She rejected me with an extreme mental violence, you have never seen that. It literally crushed my soul, and I was just 11, mind you.
After that, hell continued to go on. So many girls were mocking me, far more brutally than boyos. I couldn't stand them.
For example, in front of like 30 people at least, one girl constantly asked me if I wanted to be her boyfriend. Obvious sarcasm is obvious, they were smiling and laughikg like two perfect sluts. And they were quite attractive (5~6 / 10), so they clearly making fun of me.
I would say that things started to get a little better in the late classes of middle school. Yeah, very useful.
I was 14, and my soul was already sliced into little pieces of mental ill blood.
Part 2 - High school.
New school! New people!... New... ahah, forget it, I don't give a fuck. My friend (who hadn't betrayed me yet) was in a different high school.
There was this one buddy that I had met in middle school. Though, he also betrayed me but I will explain that later...
So. This buddy and me, were both in the same class. Cool! The year will be great - I thought.
Crual error... There was this one girl... let's call her Slut. She started to talk with my buddy and was actually pretty. Like a 6/10 too. I don't know... I liked her physically.
Not only she clearly made me understand that I was fucking ugly, but she also started mocking me on that. During all my first year in high school, Slut was making fun of me, cutting me while I'm talking.
It just crushed my soul even more.
Second year comes. Slut and me were finally in different classes. Though, her and my buddy were in the same one. So they absolutely continued to talk together, while I was roting by my side. Some people (in MY class) also started to make fun of me just because I was acting weirdly (first symptoms of my mental problems). This didn't help me at all. I was extremely suspicious, maybe paranoid (today isn't too different, though)...
I was even suspecting my buddy to make fun of me with Slut. Which will be confirmed afterwards.
Last year is there! People are MUCH more sympathetic. Almost no one mocked me.
Though, with all the things that had happened before, I couldn't keep up a nomal conversation with others, and I was still socially isolated.
My old buddy was also clearly making fun of me with Slut; I could even hear them loudly laughing in corridors I was passing by.
Suspicions were right: I'm not paradoid, but only very vigilant. And I was (still am) right to be like that.
It was last year, I was 17, my soul collapsed.
Part 3 - Today's times...
With all of that, I think it's pretty clear that I became a mentalcel. I'm absolutely not charismatic in any way, I'm socially retarded and isolated, too vigilant (which annoys others, I was told about that), and even manlet which doesn't help at all in a country like France (where I live), but I think there is one worse than me regarding my face (I won't post photos, I'm careful on the Internet).
What's good on the other side is that university has better classes, and some people are quite open to talk quickly to me sometimes (but I can't keep up the conversation as I said before). Bad side of college? Watching chads succeed, couples form or hang out...
And, of course, my family doesn't understand my "pessimism". ROFL.
Now brothers, tell me how your soul died.
As title says it, I'm asking you to explain the worst story that happened to you.
It can be an event, or a whole part of your life.
Obviously, I know that most of us didn't even interact once in their lives with any female, but if you did, tell me how it went.
Let's start with me, I guess.
There are two parts of my life that went terribly bad.
Part 1 - Middle school.
Unlike some people on the forum, I started to discover the evil nature of women far before my tweenties or even high school.
For one I was already quite socially isolated and not only I had just this one friend... (who betrayed me, look at these threads: https://incels.is/threads/my-friend-always-asking-me-to-go-play-games-with-him.83916/ and https://incels.is/threads/i-told-my-dad-about-my-inceldom.85467/), but I also wasn't blackpilled. So innocent. So stupid.
I started becoming blackened as girls were making fun of me. These little bitches... Even at that time (I was 11-12), I already had some hatred against them.
But on the other hand, as clearly I wasn't as blackpilled as today, I felt in love for one specific girl... You know how this will end, right? I did not...
She rejected me with an extreme mental violence, you have never seen that. It literally crushed my soul, and I was just 11, mind you.
After that, hell continued to go on. So many girls were mocking me, far more brutally than boyos. I couldn't stand them.
For example, in front of like 30 people at least, one girl constantly asked me if I wanted to be her boyfriend. Obvious sarcasm is obvious, they were smiling and laughikg like two perfect sluts. And they were quite attractive (5~6 / 10), so they clearly making fun of me.
I would say that things started to get a little better in the late classes of middle school. Yeah, very useful.
I was 14, and my soul was already sliced into little pieces of mental ill blood.
Part 2 - High school.
New school! New people!... New... ahah, forget it, I don't give a fuck. My friend (who hadn't betrayed me yet) was in a different high school.
There was this one buddy that I had met in middle school. Though, he also betrayed me but I will explain that later...
So. This buddy and me, were both in the same class. Cool! The year will be great - I thought.
Crual error... There was this one girl... let's call her Slut. She started to talk with my buddy and was actually pretty. Like a 6/10 too. I don't know... I liked her physically.
Not only she clearly made me understand that I was fucking ugly, but she also started mocking me on that. During all my first year in high school, Slut was making fun of me, cutting me while I'm talking.
It just crushed my soul even more.
Second year comes. Slut and me were finally in different classes. Though, her and my buddy were in the same one. So they absolutely continued to talk together, while I was roting by my side. Some people (in MY class) also started to make fun of me just because I was acting weirdly (first symptoms of my mental problems). This didn't help me at all. I was extremely suspicious, maybe paranoid (today isn't too different, though)...
I was even suspecting my buddy to make fun of me with Slut. Which will be confirmed afterwards.
Last year is there! People are MUCH more sympathetic. Almost no one mocked me.
Though, with all the things that had happened before, I couldn't keep up a nomal conversation with others, and I was still socially isolated.
My old buddy was also clearly making fun of me with Slut; I could even hear them loudly laughing in corridors I was passing by.
Suspicions were right: I'm not paradoid, but only very vigilant. And I was (still am) right to be like that.
It was last year, I was 17, my soul collapsed.
Part 3 - Today's times...
With all of that, I think it's pretty clear that I became a mentalcel. I'm absolutely not charismatic in any way, I'm socially retarded and isolated, too vigilant (which annoys others, I was told about that), and even manlet which doesn't help at all in a country like France (where I live), but I think there is one worse than me regarding my face (I won't post photos, I'm careful on the Internet).
What's good on the other side is that university has better classes, and some people are quite open to talk quickly to me sometimes (but I can't keep up the conversation as I said before). Bad side of college? Watching chads succeed, couples form or hang out...
And, of course, my family doesn't understand my "pessimism". ROFL.
Now brothers, tell me how your soul died.