Giracel
destroyed on the trail
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When I was ~15 (not incel yet but was already starting to fall into depression/mental illness) my dad signed me up to a local ultimate frisbee league because I was not socializing well enough at school. Well, I didn't get to know anyone and I was also horrible at the sport, I didn't understand anything about positions and seeing everyone running around just looked like a chaotic mess to me. Some things from it stuck with me though, namely this one boy who talked with me briefly one day. All the boys there were very obnoxious neurotypical, loud, etc. full of testosterone-fueled aggression which I never learned to have* (have addressed this in a previous post). This boy behaved similar to them but when he talked with me he became more reserved and intellectual. It's like he knew that he was talking with someone very different than everyone else. I'm not saying that was a bad thing honestly, he was being respectful and actually listening to me (which no one else ever did), but it show me clearly that I was never going to be like other people, and they could detect that.
*As a striking example of my underdevelopment, I was the only person on the whole team except one other player (who seemed quite young) whose voice had not deepened yet.
*As a striking example of my underdevelopment, I was the only person on the whole team except one other player (who seemed quite young) whose voice had not deepened yet.





