As I said, I would make a thread about it and quote you @TheJester I will also quote you @Darth Aries Perhaps you are interested in my story.
This happened back in elementary school, to be more specific during the school trip. We were all pretty young back then, therefore innocent and also naive, which would change during the school trip. At that time we were nothing more than fifth-grader.
The school trip must have taken place in late summer 2005. Our class decided to go on a long school trip to the North Sea of Germany at Sylt. Our youth hostel was pretty close to the beach. The school trip lastet a full two weeks. So, we had plenty of time and there was also plenty of time for events to unfold that would destroy ones innocence and naivity. Perhaps this was also the point where my buoyant and even somewhat cheerful demeanor changed. I was not laughing as much, although even back then and before that, I always thought of laughing as something that is weak. Even back then, to me, laughing and showing teeth was a sign of weakness. I was thinking like this even when I was a child.
For this thread I want to talk about a specific event that took place. It is something that I still have to think about it from time to time. Although there were other events during the school trip, this particular event is the most profound. It also showed me pretty early on what is going.
One day during our 14-days school trip we were hanging out at the beach. I think we did some sport activity first. That was something I was really good at it. I was always doing stunts in sport class or any sort of sports activity.
Eventually, I was sitting on a bench with two other classmates. Another German boy and a Turkish boy. We were just hanging out, sitting there, when all of the sudden two German girls approached us. Well, they did not approach "us", as a matter of fact, they only approached the Turkish boy. They started to talk to him and playing around. I am not even sure anymore what they were saying because when this happened back then, I was in my own head, thinking about what is happening right now. I was trying to process it while this was happening right in front of me. I was thinking to myself, talking to myself, is this really happening? Why are they talking to him? Why did they approach him? Why did not they approach me? Why are they not talking to me? I am young and athletic.
It was like I was not even there, same for the other German boy that was sitting with us. To the two German girls back then, I was not even there. They did not even look at me. I was nothing more than air to them. I was not even there, yet I still was there. It was like watching a movie, yet it was happening right in front of me. I was in my thoughts while simultaneously watching it. I was processing it, trying to understand what is going on and why this is happening. During it the approach, I was thinking to myself, is this really happening? Is this real? And even afterwards, I asked myself the questions. Did this really just happen? Is this real?
Later on when we were heading back to our youth hostel we came across a group of young people. To "our suprise", the two German girls were there and they are holding back a screaming German boy who were yelling at my classmate, the young Turkish boy. I think they were sixth-grader. I remember it clearly. Both German girls were standing next to him. One girl to his right side and on girl to his left side while he was yelling.
I was just watching it, like I was watching how the two German girls approached the Turkish boy instead me. It was like a movie. I was just a bystander, a watcher and I was watching a movie. It really was like a movie. All those cheesy plot lines. This could be a typical romance movie but the thing is, I was not a part of that movie. I am watching it. I am watching it unfold right in front of my eyes while standing there.
It is like I was not really there and there at the same time. It is like I was unable to interact with people and with my surroundings and everything just happens as the plot unfolds right in front of me.
And the story does not end here. When we were back at our place, the youth hostel, me and the other German boy who witnessed the approach were alone in a room when he then suddenly broke down in tears. He said the he will never have a girl. I guess, he was also thinking about what happened and he realized at that he will never have that. No girl approached him or me.
Later on I became some sort of "wingman" delivering a letter he wrote to another girl in our class.
That is the entire story of it. What can be learned here? If you are not approached by females, you are not desirable. If you witness that females approach someone you know and you are sitting next to them and the females do not even look at you and treat you like that you are not even there, that you are nothing more than air to them, you know that is is over. It is not only over, as a matter of fact, it never began.
I also have pictures but I am not sure if I should post them here. Well, but this is the entire story. I had to make multiple breaks while writting it. I actually have another story about this school trip. This is for another time and deservers its very own thread.
This happened back in elementary school, to be more specific during the school trip. We were all pretty young back then, therefore innocent and also naive, which would change during the school trip. At that time we were nothing more than fifth-grader.
The school trip must have taken place in late summer 2005. Our class decided to go on a long school trip to the North Sea of Germany at Sylt. Our youth hostel was pretty close to the beach. The school trip lastet a full two weeks. So, we had plenty of time and there was also plenty of time for events to unfold that would destroy ones innocence and naivity. Perhaps this was also the point where my buoyant and even somewhat cheerful demeanor changed. I was not laughing as much, although even back then and before that, I always thought of laughing as something that is weak. Even back then, to me, laughing and showing teeth was a sign of weakness. I was thinking like this even when I was a child.
For this thread I want to talk about a specific event that took place. It is something that I still have to think about it from time to time. Although there were other events during the school trip, this particular event is the most profound. It also showed me pretty early on what is going.
One day during our 14-days school trip we were hanging out at the beach. I think we did some sport activity first. That was something I was really good at it. I was always doing stunts in sport class or any sort of sports activity.
Eventually, I was sitting on a bench with two other classmates. Another German boy and a Turkish boy. We were just hanging out, sitting there, when all of the sudden two German girls approached us. Well, they did not approach "us", as a matter of fact, they only approached the Turkish boy. They started to talk to him and playing around. I am not even sure anymore what they were saying because when this happened back then, I was in my own head, thinking about what is happening right now. I was trying to process it while this was happening right in front of me. I was thinking to myself, talking to myself, is this really happening? Why are they talking to him? Why did they approach him? Why did not they approach me? Why are they not talking to me? I am young and athletic.
It was like I was not even there, same for the other German boy that was sitting with us. To the two German girls back then, I was not even there. They did not even look at me. I was nothing more than air to them. I was not even there, yet I still was there. It was like watching a movie, yet it was happening right in front of me. I was in my thoughts while simultaneously watching it. I was processing it, trying to understand what is going on and why this is happening. During it the approach, I was thinking to myself, is this really happening? Is this real? And even afterwards, I asked myself the questions. Did this really just happen? Is this real?
Later on when we were heading back to our youth hostel we came across a group of young people. To "our suprise", the two German girls were there and they are holding back a screaming German boy who were yelling at my classmate, the young Turkish boy. I think they were sixth-grader. I remember it clearly. Both German girls were standing next to him. One girl to his right side and on girl to his left side while he was yelling.
I was just watching it, like I was watching how the two German girls approached the Turkish boy instead me. It was like a movie. I was just a bystander, a watcher and I was watching a movie. It really was like a movie. All those cheesy plot lines. This could be a typical romance movie but the thing is, I was not a part of that movie. I am watching it. I am watching it unfold right in front of my eyes while standing there.
It is like I was not really there and there at the same time. It is like I was unable to interact with people and with my surroundings and everything just happens as the plot unfolds right in front of me.
And the story does not end here. When we were back at our place, the youth hostel, me and the other German boy who witnessed the approach were alone in a room when he then suddenly broke down in tears. He said the he will never have a girl. I guess, he was also thinking about what happened and he realized at that he will never have that. No girl approached him or me.
Later on I became some sort of "wingman" delivering a letter he wrote to another girl in our class.
That is the entire story of it. What can be learned here? If you are not approached by females, you are not desirable. If you witness that females approach someone you know and you are sitting next to them and the females do not even look at you and treat you like that you are not even there, that you are nothing more than air to them, you know that is is over. It is not only over, as a matter of fact, it never began.
I also have pictures but I am not sure if I should post them here. Well, but this is the entire story. I had to make multiple breaks while writting it. I actually have another story about this school trip. This is for another time and deservers its very own thread.
