Let me sheathe my katana and hang my fedora on the rack for a moment while I tell you that watching people in pain makes me smile. It's been like this since I was a small child, even before I knew I wasn't an uber-Chad like my parents kept telling me I was. Most people remember reacting to their first online gorepic with revulsion and shock, while all I remember about it was the sheer overwhelming "meh"--I don't even remember what the image depicted. At age 13, I watched A Serbian Film one night in a dark room and slept like a baby ten minutes later. I used to beat up my little brother (low-tier normie) for fun. I don't even bother seeking out gore content anymore because it bores me. So, now I'm thinking, is this cope? Did I know in the very back of my mind that I was subhuman, and take up this attitude in subconscious preparation for the unerring smackdown that society would give me later down the road? There are probably other cels here who went through this same thing.
