I did not even make it through a single semester of uni yet I got the faintest glimpse of what could have been had I been a normalfag. Going to live on campus of a large university is the most magical time in normie's lives that they look back on fondly for the rest of their life. It's the first time they experience independence, college parties, and s*x with a revolving door of horny teens.
During orientation, while normalfags thought about all the stacies they would be fucking and powerful connections they'd be making, I was experiencing intense suicidal thoughts that had started years previously from sophomore year of high school. When this forum was created was very soon after the first semester I dropped out of uni(I remember because it was halloween) in shame and despair already having suffered a relentless barrage of realitypills, that I was not ready for this shit and the overwhelming divide between me and normiekind that I had not noticed growing wider and wider while I wasted away those miserable high school years. I posted my despair in real time. I could not do well in class, because I could not even speak. I spent hours in the library with tutors doing homework stressed to shit and still was struggling. Was pretty much fucked in my science class and would just get ignored and left behind in my lab group with two girls. In my lit class they'd assign like a whole fucking book+detailed analysis a week. The American uni system is sick. They purposefully drown you in schoolwork as a matter of tradition expecting you to BS half of it and collaborate with classmates meanwhile feeding you shitty food in the dining halls (freshman 15) and they sold you this shit experience for an exorbitant price and it works because they are actually selling you the social experience of it. eg, getting pussy.
I got visited by typical obtuse, cold, uncaring cunt police for being suicidal a month in and subsequently made fun of for it by the normalcunts next door and had an altercation with them in which I got into big trouble for as I'd already been branded as the silent socially awkward school shooter type and I live in America where guns grow out of the fucking ground and hysteria over someone potentially being violent will get you canceled as fast as sexual assault, nevermind me never touching a gun or having any access to one (no fucking friends). I ended up dropping out shortly after that with medical cause so I didn't have to pay those cunts back and coming back next semester like a retard but dropped out of that one too even faster maybe because I could not let go of the normie uni experience that I witnessed there but could never break into and never will.
At uni is where I first started skateboarding and accumulated fucking dozens of gaping wounds on my knees and elbows when I was starting out which was so shit. Even so, it was fun going downhill, especially down that one several story high parking garage I contemplated jumping from dozens of times that sloped all the way down and you would pick up incredible speed on. I also started riding bmx there and met a group of riders who were far more experienced than me utilizing the full extent of the university's incredible urban geography. At uni is where I first tried marijuana and was absolutely floored by the experience making a fool of myself several times because of it.
I met a handful of friendly normalfags during my time at uni, but due to being an unrelatable incel, nothing came of the few times I hung out with any of them, but not before I got the chance to observe their interactions and conversations. Them laughing at an out of context rick and morty clip a show id never seen before. Their retelling of how they met each other the first fucking day of orientation. Their recounting of the time they went to a club with drunk people everywhere and a girl grabbed his dick but he brushed her off and watched his ex make out with an indian guy (just be curry) while smoking. The girls I sometimes ate with in the dining hall who literally took pity on me after the RA literally fucking told them to be friends with me. They talked about their social outings and their relations with guys whose dicks they sucked. The tall white normalfag who lived in my dorm who posted on 4chan yet had girls confessing their crush on him through text and him asking me how to respond. My roommate with his healthy relationship with his loving family and gf on track to get his accounting degree and work for the FBI who's probably spying on my dick right now as I type. And much more. I was there and I took it all in, and it was fucking BRUTAL.
I never had a chance. Going into uni I had barely gotten my driver's license (brutal DLpill) and didn't even have a real phone plan or experience using one. I really did not know how to do fucking anything. After all that shit I came back to my shitty ass hometown with NO urban geography, NO late nights skating/biking around campus with my nigga with dreads that introduced me to weed and his skater friends, NO teen ass everywhere, NO FUCKING NOTHING and worked and got abused at a thankless shitty (literally) construction job alongside sweaty douchebag men at a wastewater plant in the blistering fucking heat of July smelling the shit meanwhile the normies experienced all the uni life I just mentioned and more. All that I experienced at uni drove me to the depths of despair and I nearly roped in november that year. I turned to weed coping to numb the pain and psychedelic drugs for guidance, although neither actually helped then. That @FrothySolutions thread just reminded me of everything. I may be able to cope my way to 47 and beyond, but the normalnigger uni experience will ALWAYS be missing and that's a hard fucking pill to swallow. Even if I eat 300 pork buns right now, I will never be a whole man.
During orientation, while normalfags thought about all the stacies they would be fucking and powerful connections they'd be making, I was experiencing intense suicidal thoughts that had started years previously from sophomore year of high school. When this forum was created was very soon after the first semester I dropped out of uni(I remember because it was halloween) in shame and despair already having suffered a relentless barrage of realitypills, that I was not ready for this shit and the overwhelming divide between me and normiekind that I had not noticed growing wider and wider while I wasted away those miserable high school years. I posted my despair in real time. I could not do well in class, because I could not even speak. I spent hours in the library with tutors doing homework stressed to shit and still was struggling. Was pretty much fucked in my science class and would just get ignored and left behind in my lab group with two girls. In my lit class they'd assign like a whole fucking book+detailed analysis a week. The American uni system is sick. They purposefully drown you in schoolwork as a matter of tradition expecting you to BS half of it and collaborate with classmates meanwhile feeding you shitty food in the dining halls (freshman 15) and they sold you this shit experience for an exorbitant price and it works because they are actually selling you the social experience of it. eg, getting pussy.
I got visited by typical obtuse, cold, uncaring cunt police for being suicidal a month in and subsequently made fun of for it by the normalcunts next door and had an altercation with them in which I got into big trouble for as I'd already been branded as the silent socially awkward school shooter type and I live in America where guns grow out of the fucking ground and hysteria over someone potentially being violent will get you canceled as fast as sexual assault, nevermind me never touching a gun or having any access to one (no fucking friends). I ended up dropping out shortly after that with medical cause so I didn't have to pay those cunts back and coming back next semester like a retard but dropped out of that one too even faster maybe because I could not let go of the normie uni experience that I witnessed there but could never break into and never will.
At uni is where I first started skateboarding and accumulated fucking dozens of gaping wounds on my knees and elbows when I was starting out which was so shit. Even so, it was fun going downhill, especially down that one several story high parking garage I contemplated jumping from dozens of times that sloped all the way down and you would pick up incredible speed on. I also started riding bmx there and met a group of riders who were far more experienced than me utilizing the full extent of the university's incredible urban geography. At uni is where I first tried marijuana and was absolutely floored by the experience making a fool of myself several times because of it.
I met a handful of friendly normalfags during my time at uni, but due to being an unrelatable incel, nothing came of the few times I hung out with any of them, but not before I got the chance to observe their interactions and conversations. Them laughing at an out of context rick and morty clip a show id never seen before. Their retelling of how they met each other the first fucking day of orientation. Their recounting of the time they went to a club with drunk people everywhere and a girl grabbed his dick but he brushed her off and watched his ex make out with an indian guy (just be curry) while smoking. The girls I sometimes ate with in the dining hall who literally took pity on me after the RA literally fucking told them to be friends with me. They talked about their social outings and their relations with guys whose dicks they sucked. The tall white normalfag who lived in my dorm who posted on 4chan yet had girls confessing their crush on him through text and him asking me how to respond. My roommate with his healthy relationship with his loving family and gf on track to get his accounting degree and work for the FBI who's probably spying on my dick right now as I type. And much more. I was there and I took it all in, and it was fucking BRUTAL.
I never had a chance. Going into uni I had barely gotten my driver's license (brutal DLpill) and didn't even have a real phone plan or experience using one. I really did not know how to do fucking anything. After all that shit I came back to my shitty ass hometown with NO urban geography, NO late nights skating/biking around campus with my nigga with dreads that introduced me to weed and his skater friends, NO teen ass everywhere, NO FUCKING NOTHING and worked and got abused at a thankless shitty (literally) construction job alongside sweaty douchebag men at a wastewater plant in the blistering fucking heat of July smelling the shit meanwhile the normies experienced all the uni life I just mentioned and more. All that I experienced at uni drove me to the depths of despair and I nearly roped in november that year. I turned to weed coping to numb the pain and psychedelic drugs for guidance, although neither actually helped then. That @FrothySolutions thread just reminded me of everything. I may be able to cope my way to 47 and beyond, but the normalnigger uni experience will ALWAYS be missing and that's a hard fucking pill to swallow. Even if I eat 300 pork buns right now, I will never be a whole man.
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