I’m genuinely an ugly person

[Brainy]

My personality is okay. I’m friendly, I can make some people laugh. Yeah I make mistakes sometimes that’s what humans do.

But I still make people uncomfortable by existing.

My face is the uncanny valley. The shape of my face gives people an “off” feeling. Women avoid eye contact. They are afraid of me and I merely exist here, minding my own business.

I confirm to you it is not my personality. It is my face. I am genuinely ugly. Not in a sense of boils and warts, but the very structure of my face is off-putting. I try to smile, I am polite, but nothing gets me anywhere because of my face.

I catch people staring often, and they look away when I look.

I dress well. Well enough to get noticed from a very far distance, until they see my face closer. Then they become uncomfortable.

At work, the girls there have already spread rumors about me that I am a creep. Yet I am nice to everyone. This has been happening since I was little. I always got called weird even though I didn’t do anything to deserve being called that. What it is they think my face is weird, therefore I must be weird in their eyes.

I am genuinely one of the ugliest people in the world without cause of age. I have had this “uncanny” face since I was a kid. I was bullied quite a bit growing up.

I can tell that even the adults think something is wrong with me. But I am a nice person.

Today I went to the beach to celebrate being 2 years sober. I found conch shells and gave them away to strangers. Maybe it brightened their day up a bit.

But I know nothing I do will ever change the fact that I am too ugly to be loved. To experience a long term relationship. To experience bonding and intimacy.

I know that I simply don’t qualify to be happy due to my weird looking face. Nobody to experience things with and build inner joy.

Yet the world rubs love and women in my face, boasting that I can never have love.

Elliot Rodger was right. Humanity is disgusting. The way they validate mocking and harassing the little guy shows what humanity is.

I would fight back, but I am only one person. Invisible to the world. Invisible to romantic love.

 

[endoftheskies]

My personality is okay. I’m friendly, I can make some people laugh. Yeah I make mistakes sometimes that’s what humans do.

But I still make people uncomfortable by existing.

My face is the uncanny valley. The shape of my face gives people an “off” feeling. Women avoid eye contact. They are afraid of me and I merely exist here, minding my own business.

I confirm to you it is not my personality. It is my face. I am genuinely ugly. Not in a sense of boils and warts, but the very structure of my face is off-putting. I try to smile, I am polite, but nothing gets me anywhere because of my face.

I catch people staring often, and they look away when I look.

I dress well. Well enough to get noticed from a very far distance, until they see my face closer. Then they become uncomfortable.

At work, the girls there have already spread rumors about me that I am a creep. Yet I am nice to everyone. This has been happening since I was little. I always got called weird even though I didn’t do anything to deserve being called that. What it is they think my face is weird, therefore I must be weird in their eyes.

I am genuinely one of the ugliest people in the world without cause of age. I have had this “uncanny” face since I was a kid. I was bullied quite a bit growing up.

I can tell that even the adults think something is wrong with me. But I am a nice person.

Today I went to the beach to celebrate being 2 years sober. I found conch shells and gave them away to strangers. Maybe it brightened their day up a bit.

But I know nothing I do will ever change the fact that I am too ugly to be loved. To experience a long term relationship. To experience bonding and intimacy.

I know that I simply don’t qualify to be happy due to my weird looking face. Nobody to experience things with and build inner joy.

Yet the world rubs love and women in my face, boasting that I can never have love.

Elliot Rodger was right. Humanity is disgusting. The way they validate mocking and harassing the little guy shows what humanity is.

I would fight back, but I am only one person. Invisible to the world. Invisible to romantic love.

development milestone missers me.
can't change stuff outside of your control boyoyoyoyoyoyo.

 

[4sez]

Brutal.

 

[Biggie cheesel]

What are your facial flaws? Do you really look that bad?

 

[8CbZA-kHFu6pFgE*]

are you NT ?

 

[DeadOnArrivalCel]

They know we've got no chance
They know we won't get anything but a life of immense pain
And still they tell us to cheer up and deny us the mercy death that is entirely logical

 

[incel3roar]

This is very relatable.

 

[dirlewanger88]

Foids mainly enjoy faking their true emotions, honesty, and playing social games

 

[Eternatus]

I have had this “uncanny” face since I was a kid. I was bullied quite a bit growing up.

Same. I’m reading it and we do relate a lot, more than u can imagine. I try to comb middlepart hair over my face to hide myself and look like a profound nigga but the face itself looks Iike a medical template for autism. I’m sorry.

 

[Eternatus]

I would fight back, but I am only one person. Invisible to the world.

Im gonna make this come true, that’s a promise. We are not gonna play dumb anymore.

 

[Altunyiskon]

They know we've got no chance
They know we won't get anything but a life of immense pain
And still they tell us to cheer up and deny us the mercy death that is entirely logical

I think it's because seeing sad people ruins their mood. Like it's an entirely selfish thing. If you weren't in their vicinity they wouldn't even care, but physically seeing you sad makes them feel bad -not bad because they feel sad for you, bad because they feel disgusted by a subhuman displaying his emotions-

 

[Taboo Buster]

None of us can help the way we look. We just are.

But like Red Green always says, "If the women don't find ya handsome, they should at least find ya handy."

I tried following that advice at my very first job. The women I was surrounded by did not find me handsome. Hell, I don't find me handsome. So I thought, I'll show them what an outstanding job I can do for them. By becoming dependable, they will grow to like me through THAT.
Well, that makes a big assumption. That you are working for a bunch of good, appreciative people. Turns out, I wasn't.

Yeah, they would occasionally praise me as "the best." Some even would call me "friend" once in a blue moon. But actions speak louder than words.

When they talk to each other through you like you are just some ghost standing in the way. When you find yourself frozen out of the loop when it comes to birthdays. I was always one day late with a card and gift because no one ever told me that so-and-so's birthday was coming. Not one of them cared about mine, btw. Even when I reminded them. But what else can you expect from a bunch of girls who see nothing wrong with handing out Valentines to each other, right under your nose, and you don't get one. Not even one. Despite being the only guy in the place.

I was never welcome at their table at lunch. Though they would join me at mine if all the other tables were full.

When they decided to get together somewhere after work, I was the only one never to be invited. They'd sooner invite a new hire they didn't even know. Once, when I loudly complained about that, one of them got this brilliant idea. She asked me what nights I was taking electronics courses, then she made certain to invite me...only on those nights. "Oh, you can't make it? Too bad. Don't say we never invite you."

I waited for her to try that with me one more time. And she did. Because if something works, just keep on doing it. Because the guy is a dum-dum.
I said, "Sure, I'll be happy to be there."
Her mouth dropped open like a fish trying to breathe air.
"That's...great," she said with absolutely no enthusiasm behind it. Then she turned and trotted away.
Five minutes later, she trotted back to me.
"I just thought of something. Don't you, like, have class tonight?"
Oh. You only just thought of that, did you? Riiiiiiiiiiiight.
"Well, yeah," I actually said. "But how often do I get a chance to join you ladies?"
"I don't want you to neglect your studies, or anything."
How considerate of you. Lying twat.
"Trust me," I said. "I can afford to miss one night. That's not a problem."
"Okayyyyy..." Again, she turns and trots off.
Five minutes later, again she trots back to me.
"Um, I just talked to so-and-so. She can't make it, so we won't be getting together after all. Maybe some other time, okay?"
I said okay and nodded my head with a very skeptical look that I wanted her to get an eyeful of.
Next day, of course, they were all chattering about the great time they had last night. Including the one who "couldn't make it." They hushed when they remembered I was standing there listening to them. But the volume went up again when they saw I wasn't making a big deal about it.

This was the sort of thing I had to put up with for three solid years. With some folks, familiarity does indeed breed contempt. While I was already going above and beyond the call of duty for them, the only sign of gratitude I ever got from them was a warning to keep it up or they would "report" me.

And it is, overwhelmingly, very much female behavior. Places I've worked where we were all or mostly guys, everybody was invited if a party was being thrown. Nobody gave a shit what you looked like, you were welcome. So, why are they like this? Even to each other, on occasion?

My conclusion is when you lack muscles, upper body strength, and intimidating looks, you are forced to find another avenue of advantage over others. For females, it's head games. They spend their entire lives sharpening and weaponizing that, the same way a guy might spend his time going to a gym, or learning martial arts.

And a pretty face can easily make a guy forget that. Do that at your own peril.

 

[Altunyiskon]

None of us can help the way we look. We just are.

But like Red Green always says, "If the women don't find ya handsome, they should at least find ya handy."

I tried following that advice at my very first job. The women I was surrounded by did not find me handsome. Hell, I don't find me handsome. So I thought, I'll show them what an outstanding job I can do for them. By becoming dependable, they will grow to like me through THAT.
Well, that makes a big assumption. That you are working for a bunch of good, appreciative people. Turns out, I wasn't.

Yeah, they would occasionally praise me as "the best." Some even would call me "friend" once in a blue moon. But actions speak louder than words.

When they talk to each other through you like you are just some ghost standing in the way. When you find yourself frozen out of the loop when it comes to birthdays. I was always one day late with a card and gift because no one ever told me that so-and-so's birthday was coming. Not one of them cared about mine, btw. Even when I reminded them. But what else can you expect from a bunch of girls who see nothing wrong with handing out Valentines to each other, right under your nose, and you don't get one. Not even one. Despite being the only guy in the place.

I was never welcome at their table at lunch. Though they would join me at mine if all the other tables were full.

When they decided to get together somewhere after work, I was the only one never to be invited. They'd sooner invite a new hire they didn't even know. Once, when I loudly complained about that, one of them got this brilliant idea. She asked me what nights I was taking electronics courses, then she made certain to invite me...only on those nights. "Oh, you can't make it? Too bad. Don't say we never invite you."

I waited for her to try that with me one more time. And she did. Because if something works, just keep on doing it. Because the guy is a dum-dum.
I said, "Sure, I'll be happy to be there."
Her mouth dropped open like a fish trying to breathe air.
"That's...great," she said with absolutely no enthusiasm behind it. Then she turned and trotted away.
Five minutes later, she trotted back to me.
"I just thought of something. Don't you, like, have class tonight?"
Oh. You only just thought of that, did you? Riiiiiiiiiiiight.
"Well, yeah," I actually said. "But how often do I get a chance to join you ladies?"
"I don't want you to neglect your studies, or anything."
How considerate of you. Lying twat.
"Trust me," I said. "I can afford to miss one night. That's not a problem."
"Okayyyyy..." Again, she turns and trots off.
Five minutes later, again she trots back to me.
"Um, I just talked to so-and-so. She can't make it, so we won't be getting together after all. Maybe some other time, okay?"
I said okay and nodded my head with a very skeptical look that I wanted her to get an eyeful of.
Next day, of course, they were all chattering about the great time they had last night. Including the one who "couldn't make it." They hushed when they remembered I was standing there listening to them. But the volume went up again when they saw I wasn't making a big deal about it.

This was the sort of thing I had to put up with for three solid years. With some folks, familiarity does indeed breed contempt. While I was already going above and beyond the call of duty for them, the only sign of gratitude I ever got from them was a warning to keep it up or they would "report" me.

And it is, overwhelmingly, very much female behavior. Places I've worked where we were all or mostly guys, everybody was invited if a party was being thrown. Nobody gave a shit what you looked like, you were welcome. So, why are they like this? Even to each other, on occasion?

My conclusion is when you lack muscles, upper body strength, and intimidating looks, you are forced to find another avenue of advantage over others. For females, it's head games. They spend their entire lives sharpening and weaponizing that, the same way a guy might spend his time going to a gym, or learning martial arts.

And a pretty face can easily make a guy forget that. Do that at your own peril.

Brutal

 

[DeadOnArrivalCel]

None of us can help the way we look. We just are.

But like Red Green always says, "If the women don't find ya handsome, they should at least find ya handy."

I tried following that advice at my very first job. The women I was surrounded by did not find me handsome. Hell, I don't find me handsome. So I thought, I'll show them what an outstanding job I can do for them. By becoming dependable, they will grow to like me through THAT.
Well, that makes a big assumption. That you are working for a bunch of good, appreciative people. Turns out, I wasn't.

Yeah, they would occasionally praise me as "the best." Some even would call me "friend" once in a blue moon. But actions speak louder than words.

When they talk to each other through you like you are just some ghost standing in the way. When you find yourself frozen out of the loop when it comes to birthdays. I was always one day late with a card and gift because no one ever told me that so-and-so's birthday was coming. Not one of them cared about mine, btw. Even when I reminded them. But what else can you expect from a bunch of girls who see nothing wrong with handing out Valentines to each other, right under your nose, and you don't get one. Not even one. Despite being the only guy in the place.

I was never welcome at their table at lunch. Though they would join me at mine if all the other tables were full.

When they decided to get together somewhere after work, I was the only one never to be invited. They'd sooner invite a new hire they didn't even know. Once, when I loudly complained about that, one of them got this brilliant idea. She asked me what nights I was taking electronics courses, then she made certain to invite me...only on those nights. "Oh, you can't make it? Too bad. Don't say we never invite you."

I waited for her to try that with me one more time. And she did. Because if something works, just keep on doing it. Because the guy is a dum-dum.
I said, "Sure, I'll be happy to be there."
Her mouth dropped open like a fish trying to breathe air.
"That's...great," she said with absolutely no enthusiasm behind it. Then she turned and trotted away.
Five minutes later, she trotted back to me.
"I just thought of something. Don't you, like, have class tonight?"
Oh. You only just thought of that, did you? Riiiiiiiiiiiight.
"Well, yeah," I actually said. "But how often do I get a chance to join you ladies?"
"I don't want you to neglect your studies, or anything."
How considerate of you. Lying twat.
"Trust me," I said. "I can afford to miss one night. That's not a problem."
"Okayyyyy..." Again, she turns and trots off.
Five minutes later, again she trots back to me.
"Um, I just talked to so-and-so. She can't make it, so we won't be getting together after all. Maybe some other time, okay?"
I said okay and nodded my head with a very skeptical look that I wanted her to get an eyeful of.
Next day, of course, they were all chattering about the great time they had last night. Including the one who "couldn't make it." They hushed when they remembered I was standing there listening to them. But the volume went up again when they saw I wasn't making a big deal about it.

This was the sort of thing I had to put up with for three solid years. With some folks, familiarity does indeed breed contempt. While I was already going above and beyond the call of duty for them, the only sign of gratitude I ever got from them was a warning to keep it up or they would "report" me.

And it is, overwhelmingly, very much female behavior. Places I've worked where we were all or mostly guys, everybody was invited if a party was being thrown. Nobody gave a shit what you looked like, you were welcome. So, why are they like this? Even to each other, on occasion?

My conclusion is when you lack muscles, upper body strength, and intimidating looks, you are forced to find another avenue of advantage over others. For females, it's head games. They spend their entire lives sharpening and weaponizing that, the same way a guy might spend his time going to a gym, or learning martial arts.

And a pretty face can easily make a guy forget that. Do that at your own peril.

Unbelievable.
There's no fixing this failing a 360° change in society.