You're the waiter that served Chad and his Stacy that one night, and got a 4% tip.
You're an expendable trooper serving under a heroic Chad.
You're a chewed up piece of gum on the bottom of Stacy's shoe after going shopping at the mall with her friends. All she has to do is peal the gum off, and it's gone forever.
You're one of Jupiter's many ignored natural satellites, and Chad is the sun.
You are incel.