I've started to realize that I always end up in this pattern of thinking I've found 'my crowd'. But then after people start showing their true colors, simultaneously they start to ostracize me and I start to self-isolate myself from them.
Last year I managed to join a small social circle with some rices and curries. Surprisingly, it was actually a noodlewhore that initiated it, by inviting me to a hot-pot dinner with all of them.
At first I thought, 'this is it, I'm finally not a loser anymore' after having spent the entire first year with zero friends in my new program. But they quickly showed their true colors. One time their idea of fun was for everyone to take the Rice Purity Test (if you're not familiar with it, it's basically a measurement of how Chad/Virgin you are based on how many 'Yes' responses you have to questions about your past 'impure' experiences). It was humiliating to show my score, to say the least.
I was initially friends with one of the curries because I thought he was incel as well, and because we bonded over League. But turns out he's an NTmaxxing, socialmaxxing, gymmaxxing normie who went to frat parties in undergrad. And recently he hooked up with a girl from the first-year class.
There's a Chang in the group who's 6'1" and mogs me to the next dimension.
At first they would invite me to birthday parties and various hang outs, but I couldn't handle any more of the normie music, normie drinking, and normie vapid socializing. I remember distinctly this one time where I sobered up during the middle of a party and was just staring at a wall while lying on the couch, listening to everyone around me having fun and chatting about the most inane normie shit you could imagine. In that moment surrounded by people who were my 'friends', I felt more lonely than I ever had in my entire life.
Socialmaxxing as an incel is a meme. Normies might as well be a different species.
Last year I managed to join a small social circle with some rices and curries. Surprisingly, it was actually a noodlewhore that initiated it, by inviting me to a hot-pot dinner with all of them.
At first I thought, 'this is it, I'm finally not a loser anymore' after having spent the entire first year with zero friends in my new program. But they quickly showed their true colors. One time their idea of fun was for everyone to take the Rice Purity Test (if you're not familiar with it, it's basically a measurement of how Chad/Virgin you are based on how many 'Yes' responses you have to questions about your past 'impure' experiences). It was humiliating to show my score, to say the least.
I was initially friends with one of the curries because I thought he was incel as well, and because we bonded over League. But turns out he's an NTmaxxing, socialmaxxing, gymmaxxing normie who went to frat parties in undergrad. And recently he hooked up with a girl from the first-year class.
There's a Chang in the group who's 6'1" and mogs me to the next dimension.
At first they would invite me to birthday parties and various hang outs, but I couldn't handle any more of the normie music, normie drinking, and normie vapid socializing. I remember distinctly this one time where I sobered up during the middle of a party and was just staring at a wall while lying on the couch, listening to everyone around me having fun and chatting about the most inane normie shit you could imagine. In that moment surrounded by people who were my 'friends', I felt more lonely than I ever had in my entire life.
Socialmaxxing as an incel is a meme. Normies might as well be a different species.
