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Before blackpill I went to college and thought becoming a theater major was something I wanted to do because I jestermaxxed throughout HS and was considered by my peers to be "the surest person to become a comedian." Even the HS year book said I'd be the most likely person to become a successful comedian. I was batshit retarded in HS, and was only liked by students (not teachers) because
I jestermaxxed.
I took several improv classes in college that were so suifuel that they possibly caused brain lesions on my prefrontal cortex.
I realized that going to a very liberal college was a poor choice. Nobody there found me funny because the stuff I said was too controversial. Every class became a nightmare in hell. I found nobody funny and nobody found me funny, let alone worth talking to.
I went from thinking I could act on stage to wearing black cloths, lifting foid actresses from balconies and changing out set pieces like a slave for Chad and Stacey.
Every theater actor was a Chad that fucked Stacey actresses in dressing room.
I even get tit milk on me one time when I slammed into a 23yo actress who was pregnant as I was running to get a set piece. I told everyone about it and instead of laughing, they thought I was batshit crazy.
At my improv class back in 2014, students were paired up with one of their peers who would give their life stories or a notable life incident that we were to act on stage in front of 50 people. Sort of like a funny interpretive monologue.
I don't even know what the fuck happened, but the teacher paired me with the severely retarded kid who had been a student in college for 8 years, and was graduating that year.
I remember like it was yesterday.
As his mouth moved, all I heard was the wet claps of his lips. His lisp permeated my thoughts—gibberish.
"Okay, it's your turn, Ryan."
I'm about to diarrhea my pants.
I slowly walk on stage and start moving to and fro.
What am I suppose to do?
I screech and move from side to side, I make some noises and say, "I'm here and better than ever..."
I lift up my eyes and point to heaven and say, "God, grant me your love."
And then I get on knees and scream.
Everybody is silent. They don't no whether I was making fun of the retard or was retarded myself.
I felt really bad that I couldn't interpret his life as every other student did effectively with their partners. When the teacher asked the retarded kid if my interpretation of his life was accurate, he says:
"Agh, I, I, I don't know what that was ... no."
I walk off stage and sit alone. The humiliation was too much to handle and I never took another theater class again.
My entire life is a Humiliation ritual
I jestermaxxed.
I took several improv classes in college that were so suifuel that they possibly caused brain lesions on my prefrontal cortex.
I realized that going to a very liberal college was a poor choice. Nobody there found me funny because the stuff I said was too controversial. Every class became a nightmare in hell. I found nobody funny and nobody found me funny, let alone worth talking to.
I went from thinking I could act on stage to wearing black cloths, lifting foid actresses from balconies and changing out set pieces like a slave for Chad and Stacey.
Every theater actor was a Chad that fucked Stacey actresses in dressing room.
I even get tit milk on me one time when I slammed into a 23yo actress who was pregnant as I was running to get a set piece. I told everyone about it and instead of laughing, they thought I was batshit crazy.
At my improv class back in 2014, students were paired up with one of their peers who would give their life stories or a notable life incident that we were to act on stage in front of 50 people. Sort of like a funny interpretive monologue.
I don't even know what the fuck happened, but the teacher paired me with the severely retarded kid who had been a student in college for 8 years, and was graduating that year.
I remember like it was yesterday.
As his mouth moved, all I heard was the wet claps of his lips. His lisp permeated my thoughts—gibberish.
"Okay, it's your turn, Ryan."
I'm about to diarrhea my pants.
I slowly walk on stage and start moving to and fro.
What am I suppose to do?
I screech and move from side to side, I make some noises and say, "I'm here and better than ever..."
I lift up my eyes and point to heaven and say, "God, grant me your love."
And then I get on knees and scream.
Everybody is silent. They don't no whether I was making fun of the retard or was retarded myself.
I felt really bad that I couldn't interpret his life as every other student did effectively with their partners. When the teacher asked the retarded kid if my interpretation of his life was accurate, he says:
"Agh, I, I, I don't know what that was ... no."
I walk off stage and sit alone. The humiliation was too much to handle and I never took another theater class again.
My entire life is a Humiliation ritual
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