Rejection. The most depressing story on Youtube.

[raywilliam639]

 

[TheWitchKing]

Well, isn't it nice that the most depressing story on Youtube had a happy ending after all. No one is really lost, no single person is left behind. A nice fairy tale, a lovely story. Hope springs eternal.

It's a curious thing, being an ancient virgin like myself. You know no one in the real world who has never had sex by the time they reach your age. There's no one to speak to, no one who can commiserate. You remain a stranger in a strange land, a fugitive serpent in a Garden patrolled by beautiful angels desperate to drive you out. Mother Nature has signed your death warrant for having committed the unforgivable crime of having been born ugly. It hurts to be considered repulsive by women, it's shameful to want to be held by people who would rather die than so much as look as you.

But there's still something remotely human about you. You want companions, you need someone to walk beside you as seek shelter from the self-appointed hunter of monsters who want to see you dead with your stain wiped from Paradise. So you commend yourself to the internet and find fellow fugitives who've been relegated to the dark places reserved for the hideous.

Much to your amazement, you find people who you think are like you. Slowly, cautiously, you begin to feel like you're not quite so alone. You watch the relatively old virgins mourn and, for the first time ever, your solitary dirge lends itself to a choir.

Yet, inevitably, Nature comes to ransom each one of your supposed brothers. There is always some woman who wants him and when the experience at long last happens, perhaps at the ripe old age of 27, he confesses he feels better for it, happier for it. He hasn't become some sort of god, to be sure. He still has problems, he still suffers, but at the very least, after what he considers to have been an impossibly long time, he feels like a human being rather than an abomination. He'll still hurt, but at least his agony is the variety reserved for men rather than that endured by monsters.

You realize, much to your horror, you truly are alone. You remain the sole exhibit in Nature's sideshow, the only deformed animal She'll keep bound in chains, frozen fast until it dies. Never to be touched, embraced, desired even for a moment. And when you finally gasp your last and descend down to your proper place in Hell, you find yourself alone once again. The only screams reaching your ears are the echos of your own moments before they fade into silence without a single other person ever hearing, much less caring.

The sun never rises for the true freaks, the actual mistakes. At best they'll glimpse a hind of gaudy neon light before the carnival closes down and the world goes black. What makes it all so much worse is that the ones who shut it all down, flip the switch and damn you to the darkness, were the very same ones who you once considered your kin.

It goes without saying they'll do so without a second thought about the thing they left behind.

Every character in a fairy tale lives happily ever after except for the monster.

 

[Bronzehawkattack]

Every character in a fairy tale lives happily ever after except for the monster.

Preach brother.

 

[_incelinside]

Well, isn't it nice that the most depressing story on Youtube had a happy ending after all. No one is really lost, no single person is left behind. A nice fairy tale, a lovely story. Hope springs eternal.

It's a curious thing, being an ancient virgin like myself. You know no one in the real world who has never had sex by the time they reach your age. There's no one to speak to, no one who can commiserate. You remain a stranger in a strange land, a fugitive serpent in a Garden patrolled by beautiful angels desperate to drive you out. Mother Nature has signed your death warrant for having committed the unforgivable crime of having been born ugly. It hurts to be considered repulsive by women, it's shameful to want to be held by people who would rather die than so much as look as you.

But there's still something remotely human about you. You want companions, you need someone to walk beside you as seek shelter from the self-appointed hunter of monsters who want to see you dead with your stain wiped from Paradise. So you commend yourself to the internet and find fellow fugitives who've been relegated to the dark places reserved for the hideous.

Much to your amazement, you find people who you think are like you. Slowly, cautiously, you begin to feel like you're not quite so alone. You watch the relatively old virgins mourn and, for the first time ever, your solitary dirge lends itself to a choir.

Yet, inevitably, Nature comes to ransom each one of your supposed brothers. There is always some woman who wants him and when the experience at long last happens, perhaps at the ripe old age of 27, he confesses he feels better for it, happier for it. He hasn't become some sort of god, to be sure. He still has problems, he still suffers, but at the very least, after what he considers to have been an impossibly long time, he feels like a human being rather than an abomination. He'll still hurt, but at least his agony is the variety reserved for men rather than that endured by monsters.

You realize, much to your horror, you truly are alone. You remain the sole exhibit in Nature's sideshow, the only deformed animal She'll keep bound in chains, frozen fast until it dies. Never to be touched, embraced, desired even for a moment. And when you finally gasp your last and descend down to your proper place in Hell, you find yourself alone once again. The only screams reaching your ears are the echos of your own moments before they fade into silence without a single other person ever hearing, much less caring.

The sun never rises for the true freaks, the actual mistakes. At best they'll glimpse a hind of gaudy neon light before the carnival closes down and the world goes black. What makes it all so much worse is that the ones who shut it all down, flip the switch and damn you to the darkness, were the very same ones who you once considered your kin.

It goes without saying they'll do so without a second thought about the thing they left behind.

Every character in a fairy tale lives happily ever after except for the monster.

tldr