Just read a comment from based Grey @Qadr
Instantly remembered another shock story!
I remembered my mom send me to Art Class, everthing was okay first few visits. There were a few guys there, honestly i think they were all at most LTN and everyone else girls. Day after day less guys visited that Art class. One day I was left the ONLY boy. The left over girls were annoyed about how good I could draw (btw this continoued further into my life even to the point I became talented enough to create hyperrealistic art while others drew like ONE draws original webcomic One Punch Man).
Then out of nowhere 3 girls randomly started to mock me when I told them I watch Spongebob at age 13. One girl said (I remember exactly, she sat behind me) "Thats so childish, my 6 year old sister watches that, are you a baby or what?"
Thinking about it now they must have actually had sex orgies with Chads behind closed doors.
The next week I went again and the teacher didnt come by. I was in a room with 6 other girls I didnt know and they all started bullying me suddenly, then i went out to the restroom and came back but something was off, the door seemed closed, first thought teacher came by and closed the door and everyone went home, but well my backpack was still inside! Then i heard the sluts on the other side laughting about me, so i pulled really hard to get in, I pulled against all 6 of them and got SLIGHTLY in, one of my fingers slipped inside and i lost the pull and started screaming. They broke and almost Cut off my index finger! No teacher present for some reason.
They let go a split second and i got my hand out but finger was broken and I had severe trouble for the next 3 months writing. I also went to doc to get it fixed.
Funny enough my parent STILL send me there, but what did I do? I did not ever again go to the art class room, but rather went into a PC Pool room and played a game called "Happy Wheels" were I designed a level that was all about shredding the females down with that one fat guy on a landmower!
Also evolved further into social anxiety since I didnt know what was off with me.
Well, I didnt have a smartphone since it was too expensive for my parents and did never care about mainstream (hasnt changed till now).
Wow really makes me think again how certain Actions towards me shaped me further. I wasnt the problem at all, they were!
Now it makes even more sense that when I quit that for good, 2 years later at 16 my MOM yet again dragged me to another art class, the moment I entered the room WITH my mom, there were 5 girls aged 12 to 18 sitting there looking weird at me an I YELLED to my mother "FUCK OFF WITH THIS SHIT I AM OUT"
Mother didnt want me to go, said "I need to socialize by expressing my "creativity" to others, grabbed her at the hand, stared her into the face, and dragged her ass out of there IMMEDIATELY!
To this day I have a weird boney growth on my right index finger whos origin I questioned the past few years. Now I suddenly remembered due to this comment. THEY COURSED IT!
I made a pic and wanted to post it here but I am sorry for not sharing it. I think it is too private.
Still I wanted to share the story itself.
Thanks for reading.
Instantly remembered another shock story!
I remembered my mom send me to Art Class, everthing was okay first few visits. There were a few guys there, honestly i think they were all at most LTN and everyone else girls. Day after day less guys visited that Art class. One day I was left the ONLY boy. The left over girls were annoyed about how good I could draw (btw this continoued further into my life even to the point I became talented enough to create hyperrealistic art while others drew like ONE draws original webcomic One Punch Man).
Then out of nowhere 3 girls randomly started to mock me when I told them I watch Spongebob at age 13. One girl said (I remember exactly, she sat behind me) "Thats so childish, my 6 year old sister watches that, are you a baby or what?"
Thinking about it now they must have actually had sex orgies with Chads behind closed doors.
The next week I went again and the teacher didnt come by. I was in a room with 6 other girls I didnt know and they all started bullying me suddenly, then i went out to the restroom and came back but something was off, the door seemed closed, first thought teacher came by and closed the door and everyone went home, but well my backpack was still inside! Then i heard the sluts on the other side laughting about me, so i pulled really hard to get in, I pulled against all 6 of them and got SLIGHTLY in, one of my fingers slipped inside and i lost the pull and started screaming. They broke and almost Cut off my index finger! No teacher present for some reason.
They let go a split second and i got my hand out but finger was broken and I had severe trouble for the next 3 months writing. I also went to doc to get it fixed.
Funny enough my parent STILL send me there, but what did I do? I did not ever again go to the art class room, but rather went into a PC Pool room and played a game called "Happy Wheels" were I designed a level that was all about shredding the females down with that one fat guy on a landmower!
Also evolved further into social anxiety since I didnt know what was off with me.
Well, I didnt have a smartphone since it was too expensive for my parents and did never care about mainstream (hasnt changed till now).
Wow really makes me think again how certain Actions towards me shaped me further. I wasnt the problem at all, they were!
Now it makes even more sense that when I quit that for good, 2 years later at 16 my MOM yet again dragged me to another art class, the moment I entered the room WITH my mom, there were 5 girls aged 12 to 18 sitting there looking weird at me an I YELLED to my mother "FUCK OFF WITH THIS SHIT I AM OUT"
Mother didnt want me to go, said "I need to socialize by expressing my "creativity" to others, grabbed her at the hand, stared her into the face, and dragged her ass out of there IMMEDIATELY!
To this day I have a weird boney growth on my right index finger whos origin I questioned the past few years. Now I suddenly remembered due to this comment. THEY COURSED IT!
I made a pic and wanted to post it here but I am sorry for not sharing it. I think it is too private.
Still I wanted to share the story itself.
Thanks for reading.
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