A year ago in my last job I was concentrating on developing my tasks on my work PC, when I start to hear very loud laughs from the other room of the company's user support personnel, due to the shadows projected on the wall by the coming light from the window I could see that all the staff were gathered on one of the employees' computers, taking off my headset and paying more attention to what was happening I could hear them saying things like "how ugly can one be" and other things that could be translated as "what ugly nigger", permanently paranoid as I am, for consequence of the influence of my past experiences I imagined that they could be talking about me, I was listening all the time to hear if they cite any traits that could be referred to me, but the rest was a conversation with lower volume and I only heard nonsensical whispers, later I thought to talk to these folks and see if I could spot a reaction, like a involuntary giggle, but nothing, I got relaxed and imagine it was someone else, maybe a meme shit video, I went back to work, after a long day of work and university classes I go into my normiebook to check some news on tech and nerdy stuff, and the first thing I see is the profile of that same employee in that everyone was gathered on the table in my list of recommendations for new friends, I immediately remember reading somewhere that one of the features in the facebook recommendation algorithm is based on access to your profile by people outside your list of friends, it was all clear now, and I wondered what I was thinking when I created this shit, what else could I expect from that, the results was obvious, I'm just creating a showcase for these people to entertain themselves while they mock the freak. After that I deleted my profile and never came back, creating a fagbook profile was one of the worst decisions I made as incel.
