Most of the normies, Chads, and Stacies in my medical school were hanging out together and having fun, while I was rotting in my room, reading about the blood supply of long bones.
After finishing that part, I decided to meet a PGY-1 resident who was doing his residency in general surgery, hoping he could guide me on how to study and eventually get into neurosurgery.
He’s usually very busy with his residency, but somehow I managed to catch him during his free time.
When I met him, he started by asking me where my friends were. I told him I didn’t have any. He advised me to make some friends, saying it’s very hard to get through med school without them. He also told me that he was like me in the beginning — he had no friends at first, but after the first term, he scored really good grades.
After that, he made a lot of friends who used to ask him for help with their studies. He then met his current girlfriend through them, and he mentioned that she was the hottest foid that everyone wanted, but she chose him.
That’s when I realized that this guy had to study and work so hard just to get a girlfriend. I mean, he’s literally a betabuxxer. The foid chose him because she saw how good he was in studies and how he could become her lifelong provider. If he hadn’t been a topper in med school or wasn’t in residency, she probably wouldn’t have even looked at him.
After that, he showed me his books and gave me some advice on how to study and prepare. In the end, he said, “Study hard, and you’ll also find someone someday.”
Honestly, I wanted to tell him to his face that I don’t want to be a loser betabuxxer like him—but I didn’t, for obvious reasons.
Still, it was depressing to realize that most guys don’t even understand that they’ve become betabuxxers.
After finishing that part, I decided to meet a PGY-1 resident who was doing his residency in general surgery, hoping he could guide me on how to study and eventually get into neurosurgery.
He’s usually very busy with his residency, but somehow I managed to catch him during his free time.
When I met him, he started by asking me where my friends were. I told him I didn’t have any. He advised me to make some friends, saying it’s very hard to get through med school without them. He also told me that he was like me in the beginning — he had no friends at first, but after the first term, he scored really good grades.
After that, he made a lot of friends who used to ask him for help with their studies. He then met his current girlfriend through them, and he mentioned that she was the hottest foid that everyone wanted, but she chose him.
That’s when I realized that this guy had to study and work so hard just to get a girlfriend. I mean, he’s literally a betabuxxer. The foid chose him because she saw how good he was in studies and how he could become her lifelong provider. If he hadn’t been a topper in med school or wasn’t in residency, she probably wouldn’t have even looked at him.
After that, he showed me his books and gave me some advice on how to study and prepare. In the end, he said, “Study hard, and you’ll also find someone someday.”
Honestly, I wanted to tell him to his face that I don’t want to be a loser betabuxxer like him—but I didn’t, for obvious reasons.
Still, it was depressing to realize that most guys don’t even understand that they’ve become betabuxxers.
