Jesus Christ this thread is brutal.
I don't think anyone has ever thrown anything at me—primarily because I've been a recluse most of my life, so they've never had the chance to. However, I feel like I have to contribute something to the thread, so I do have this one memory from middle school, just before I went fully online. I was a part of one of those 'chocolate fundraiser' things that some schools do where you have to sell chocolate to random people.
There were these two faggots in my Physical Education class that were super full of themselves and pretty much bullies. I usually steered clear of them, but one time, when they noticed I was selling chocolate—they began to harp and hound me into giving them some for free. I, of course, was under strict orders to never give them out for free, so I told them I couldn't. They called me a loser and then eventually left me alone, seemingly giving up.
However, in the locker room, I recall changing and then one of them, the bigger of the two, snuck up behind me and proceeded to grab two handfuls of chocolate bars and then ran off.
Mind you, I was much more timid at this time, and this guy was genuinely massive, so there was no way I could have confronted him directly. I felt so powerless at that moment—so humiliated. I had to go and tell the teachers that some guy stole some, and that I had no idea how much they took. Of course, the teacher helped me out by having me tell them who it was—and I told her that it was the two of them, even though it was truthfully only one.
I remember that the next day, during our Physical Education class, the other one who hadn't stolen the chocolates directly came to class and looked super depressed. I was sure that he had likely just been scolded and that his parents were told. Considering that the accusation was pretty severe, I'm sure that the school officials threatened him with suspension if not expulsion. I was pretty proud of myself that day—but these days, I feel somewhat ashamed that I had to go to authority to resolve my problems. I think that's a pretty damning incel trait—having to go to those who have power when you're wronged because you lack it yourself.
Regardless, the other guy was no where to be seen—although one's memory fails him in whether one had seen him again or not. He might have been outright expelled or suspended for a while, that's all I can be certain of.
Still, in the present, as I've grown more assured of myself and more confident—I've grown contemptuous, and the memory leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. I can't help but feel like I still utterly failed in some manner, as if I was emasculated that day by those two shit-eating delinquents. There is a simmering fury within me that dreams of 'rectifying' the injustice that was surely brought upon me.
I sometimes fantasize about taking someone close to them, like their younger sisters, perhaps, and snapping each of their fingers one by one and hearing them shriek from the excruciating pain. Then, I would tell them that I'm going to kill them and that they're going to die , that they'll never see their mothers or fathers ever again—and cherish their wailing as they come to realize their harrowing, desolate fate that is soon to befall them. I'd film their crying before I finally slit their throats and have them bleed to death in front of the camera.
I'd like to then decapitate them, throw their head into a box along with some maggots, piss on their head, thrown in a copy of the film alongside them, and then deliver it to those guys' doorsteps as if it were some Amazon delivery—just to cherish in their despair and horror.
Of course, I'd never truthfully do such a thing, it's just a fantasy~
