I will recount a tale from my teenage years. At the ripe age of 14, no less.
It was a mild spring, the type where the air falls on your skin just right and comfortable. I was still a naive bluepiller. Of course I was, I had spent my entire life studymaxxing at the suggestion of my parents who had sold me the idea that going to college would do leaps and bounds for my future. That's a story for another time. How is this relevant? In my classes I had befriended a foid who I'll call Chloe. Chloe was an introverted, nerdy type of girl. She was quite pudgy, quite quiet; importantly, she would talk to me despite the fact that no other foids really did. I was still an incel, even back then, but Chloe didn't seem to mind all that.
We developed a small thing. We would share notes during class. We were both studious types. Chloe didn't have very many friends herself due to her autism, so we would sometimes sit and eat lunch together inbetween classes. I kid you not, Chloe was a big fan of Naruto and even confessed to being very much into manga. She even recommended me some - one of them was a manga called 'Psyren' which is not bad ngl. In other words: a nerdy, autistic chick - a little bit pudgy and about my looksmatch - but still my type. As someone with few friends back then, it helped a great deal in preventing me from shutting down entirely. It was a little bit of light.
Fast forward a few months and we had a good friendship going along. Apart from Chloe, I had no friends. Spending time together inbetween classes became a regular thing. It wasn't a relationship, but it was a great deal of joy to be able to talk to her about geek shit. I didn't think much of it. I had always been alone, and so I was actually quite cautious around her. I guarded my heart. I was scared of being hurt, as that sort of thing was common throughout my upbringing - the sting of betrayal.
On one of these little intermissions between class, Chloe gave me something that would forever meddle with my heart in more ways than one. In the dim orange rays of the settling afternoon, out of the blue she handed me a little bracelet. It was the sweetest thing ever, with little acrylic beads that glistened in the sun. The beads were heart-shaped, and inscribed on the top of the bracelet was my name. Parted from her lips was a simple phrase - 'I really like being around you, do you want to spend some time together after school'? I was in shock. Of course I agreed.
On days where we couldn't meet up between classes, we would rendezvous at a local park and sit on the bench. I had known Chloe for a while now, and it seemed like our friendship may have been starting to blossom into something more. It had only been a week or two after we started these meetings at the local park, but in the vibrant green, she eventually ended up teasing me. 'Did you like the bracelet I gave you'. Naturally, as I had been wearing it almost every day since she gave it to me, I answered with a resolute 'yes'. She replied 'Well, I gave it to you for a reason!'. I was tickled pink.
For some reason after this, Chloe stopped talking to me entirely. She would avoid me around the school. Whenever I tried to talk to her she flashed at me an expression as if my presence was causing her physical pain. After a few days, that expression turned into annoyance. I found myself entirely alone with nobody to talk to. Every day I had gone to this local park after school to check if Chloe would be there, but no luck. I had lost my only friend and someone I had developed a small crush on. After a week, I would find the answer to this dilemma - one that I wish I didn't.
It was the bench that Chloe and I would sit on and talk about our hobbies. On it was Chloe and one other person. That person was a guy on the upper end of 6ft, renowned in the neighborhood for being a total piece of shit. He was known for doing a fuckton of drugs, being a massive delinquent and breaking property around the neighborhood. He was several years older and attended our school, but was suspended for beating up someone way younger because they called him out on his behavior. They were making out on the bench.
At that moment my heart sank. I silently took off my bracelet and left. I would talk to her the next day at school to confirm my suspicions. There was also the possibility that the man had forced himself onto Chloe, and so I promised myself that I would ask her about that too.
It turns out I didn't need to worry about that. During our usual break between classes, she walked up to me with a strange vigor in her eyes, eyeing me up and down. 'I know you saw us yesterday'. I told her I did, and then I asked if she was okay. She responded 'I was just hanging out with my boyfriend in the park'.
I felt like crying, but I held back the tears. Through that all, I scanned the expression on her face. Her eyelids curled up into half-moons as if she took some sick joy in kneading and toying around with my feelings, like it was all a complete game to her. 'Why aren't you wearing the bracelet I made you', she fucking cackled. The vile bitch. She literally started laughing in the hallway like a damn witch. Apart from this foid I had no friends. Hell, I would've been happy even if she was leading me on for no reason as long as she didn't abandon me, but no. She had been playing me the fool the entire time. Months of groundwork, all to twist and stab at the heart of a man she thought lesser. She spilled it to me all - 'I thought I'd be nice to you because you're always so lonely'. 'I felt bad because you're ugly but I also found it kind of funny'. All of those words spat out of her mouth with a vile, sadistic grin. She went out of her way to avoid me as much as possible after that.
I threw the bracelet in the trash and tried not to look back, but how could I not. I never made friends after Chloe and I damn near never came close to a relationship after that either. Forever cemeneted into my psyche now was the fact that the only kindness a woman had shown me was fake, and a joke, a lie because she found it 'funny'. She had pretended to like me and went out of her way to give me a 'love bracelet' (her words) because she felt sorry for me, and because she found it 'funny'.
In short, AWALT. Fuck these whores.
It was a mild spring, the type where the air falls on your skin just right and comfortable. I was still a naive bluepiller. Of course I was, I had spent my entire life studymaxxing at the suggestion of my parents who had sold me the idea that going to college would do leaps and bounds for my future. That's a story for another time. How is this relevant? In my classes I had befriended a foid who I'll call Chloe. Chloe was an introverted, nerdy type of girl. She was quite pudgy, quite quiet; importantly, she would talk to me despite the fact that no other foids really did. I was still an incel, even back then, but Chloe didn't seem to mind all that.
We developed a small thing. We would share notes during class. We were both studious types. Chloe didn't have very many friends herself due to her autism, so we would sometimes sit and eat lunch together inbetween classes. I kid you not, Chloe was a big fan of Naruto and even confessed to being very much into manga. She even recommended me some - one of them was a manga called 'Psyren' which is not bad ngl. In other words: a nerdy, autistic chick - a little bit pudgy and about my looksmatch - but still my type. As someone with few friends back then, it helped a great deal in preventing me from shutting down entirely. It was a little bit of light.
Fast forward a few months and we had a good friendship going along. Apart from Chloe, I had no friends. Spending time together inbetween classes became a regular thing. It wasn't a relationship, but it was a great deal of joy to be able to talk to her about geek shit. I didn't think much of it. I had always been alone, and so I was actually quite cautious around her. I guarded my heart. I was scared of being hurt, as that sort of thing was common throughout my upbringing - the sting of betrayal.
On one of these little intermissions between class, Chloe gave me something that would forever meddle with my heart in more ways than one. In the dim orange rays of the settling afternoon, out of the blue she handed me a little bracelet. It was the sweetest thing ever, with little acrylic beads that glistened in the sun. The beads were heart-shaped, and inscribed on the top of the bracelet was my name. Parted from her lips was a simple phrase - 'I really like being around you, do you want to spend some time together after school'? I was in shock. Of course I agreed.
On days where we couldn't meet up between classes, we would rendezvous at a local park and sit on the bench. I had known Chloe for a while now, and it seemed like our friendship may have been starting to blossom into something more. It had only been a week or two after we started these meetings at the local park, but in the vibrant green, she eventually ended up teasing me. 'Did you like the bracelet I gave you'. Naturally, as I had been wearing it almost every day since she gave it to me, I answered with a resolute 'yes'. She replied 'Well, I gave it to you for a reason!'. I was tickled pink.
For some reason after this, Chloe stopped talking to me entirely. She would avoid me around the school. Whenever I tried to talk to her she flashed at me an expression as if my presence was causing her physical pain. After a few days, that expression turned into annoyance. I found myself entirely alone with nobody to talk to. Every day I had gone to this local park after school to check if Chloe would be there, but no luck. I had lost my only friend and someone I had developed a small crush on. After a week, I would find the answer to this dilemma - one that I wish I didn't.
It was the bench that Chloe and I would sit on and talk about our hobbies. On it was Chloe and one other person. That person was a guy on the upper end of 6ft, renowned in the neighborhood for being a total piece of shit. He was known for doing a fuckton of drugs, being a massive delinquent and breaking property around the neighborhood. He was several years older and attended our school, but was suspended for beating up someone way younger because they called him out on his behavior. They were making out on the bench.
At that moment my heart sank. I silently took off my bracelet and left. I would talk to her the next day at school to confirm my suspicions. There was also the possibility that the man had forced himself onto Chloe, and so I promised myself that I would ask her about that too.
It turns out I didn't need to worry about that. During our usual break between classes, she walked up to me with a strange vigor in her eyes, eyeing me up and down. 'I know you saw us yesterday'. I told her I did, and then I asked if she was okay. She responded 'I was just hanging out with my boyfriend in the park'.
I felt like crying, but I held back the tears. Through that all, I scanned the expression on her face. Her eyelids curled up into half-moons as if she took some sick joy in kneading and toying around with my feelings, like it was all a complete game to her. 'Why aren't you wearing the bracelet I made you', she fucking cackled. The vile bitch. She literally started laughing in the hallway like a damn witch. Apart from this foid I had no friends. Hell, I would've been happy even if she was leading me on for no reason as long as she didn't abandon me, but no. She had been playing me the fool the entire time. Months of groundwork, all to twist and stab at the heart of a man she thought lesser. She spilled it to me all - 'I thought I'd be nice to you because you're always so lonely'. 'I felt bad because you're ugly but I also found it kind of funny'. All of those words spat out of her mouth with a vile, sadistic grin. She went out of her way to avoid me as much as possible after that.
I threw the bracelet in the trash and tried not to look back, but how could I not. I never made friends after Chloe and I damn near never came close to a relationship after that either. Forever cemeneted into my psyche now was the fact that the only kindness a woman had shown me was fake, and a joke, a lie because she found it 'funny'. She had pretended to like me and went out of her way to give me a 'love bracelet' (her words) because she felt sorry for me, and because she found it 'funny'.
In short, AWALT. Fuck these whores.
