First update
Second update:
I emailed a meticulous, evidence-packed letter to the property agency, ready to have him evicted over a fucking takeaway
They said the following:
This doesn’t make sense to me - If you’re waiting for your delivery, you check the name. If it’s not yours, you leave it. You don’t take it back to your flat. That’s not confusion that’s theft.
They also told me that he's really sorry.
You might be shocked at what I'm about to say, but i actually believe them
Why? Because I got a good look at him. This guy isn’t some Tyrone or Jamal. He’s the archetypal incel: short around my height 5”6/5”7, quiet, looks like he watches anime all day , and looks perpetually weary and unsure. He’s always alone. I’ve shared a lift with him once or twice, he’s very quiet (like me) I’m sure he might be on the spectrum.
(No homo) - he has a kind looking face. i’m actually quite good at reading people.. he looks like a good person ( ) this is why I was so confused that he would do something like this. So I probably do think that it was a misunderstanding.
Which is why I'm gonna go white pill on this and just let it go.
I won anyway. I got my refund. I forced the agency to confront him. I made him apologize. Pursuing a police report now would be like using a sledgehammer to crack a walnut. I'd be introducing legal trouble into the life of a man who by my own assessment looks to be already struggling.
I see a part of myself in him: the quietness, the isolation. So I'm gonna choose compassion.
The case is closed
Second update:
I can't believe I've written 4 threads now over my slop food getting stolenNaturally I asked Uber eats for a refund. Usually they won't give refunds these days no matter what happened. But magically this time they refunded me in full
My post box is directly above the nigger's. I remember one day when the postman mistakenly put an envelope that belongs to him in my post box. I took it out of mine and just placed it on top of the mailbox. I didn't bother putting it back in the nigger's mailbox.
Well today I looked over the mailbox and could still see his envelope was buried under a few others. I took it and opened it. It was a letter about missing a payment for council tax and urging him to pay otherwise court action will be taken and enforcement agents will be sent. Surprise, surprise.
Then I did something disgusting. I took a tissue and wiped something disgusting and revolting onto it. Don't ask me what it was, I'm too embarrassed to say. But just know that it's extremely disgusting and if you had touched it you would want to cut your hand off. I went up to his floor at 4am and stood outside his door and wiped the tissue all over his door handle.
All this trouble over stealing my slop food??? Well I'm an incel. I'm sad and depressed. No girlfriend, think about suicide everyday, pent up rage frustration and anger, and feel piercing envy and pain when I see couples. And now I have to deal with this? Goyslop is one of my copes. The last thing I need is something more that makes me angry. In the end it's still theft. I was also angry at how proudly he was walking off when he knew it he was getting away stealing my food
There was a comment in the original thread that I ought to flood his keyhole with super glue. This made me laugh because conveniently I recently bought two packs of super glue. This is a very attractive way to get revenge but I'm concerned about legal consequences like criminal damage, 'imprisoning him' etc
I'm still open to more ideas to get extra revenge
So: refunded for my order + ripped up his important mail + wiped something disgusting on his door handle. Is it a win?
I emailed a meticulous, evidence-packed letter to the property agency, ready to have him evicted over a fucking takeaway
They said the following:
- They can't get involved in disputes between tenants (even though I said it's more than that; this guy is a nuisance to everyone in the building if he's stealing deliveries)
- They will email him a reminder of the rules and codes of conduct in the building
- They told me to file a police report
This doesn’t make sense to me - If you’re waiting for your delivery, you check the name. If it’s not yours, you leave it. You don’t take it back to your flat. That’s not confusion that’s theft.
They also told me that he's really sorry.
You might be shocked at what I'm about to say, but i actually believe them
Why? Because I got a good look at him. This guy isn’t some Tyrone or Jamal. He’s the archetypal incel: short around my height 5”6/5”7, quiet, looks like he watches anime all day , and looks perpetually weary and unsure. He’s always alone. I’ve shared a lift with him once or twice, he’s very quiet (like me) I’m sure he might be on the spectrum.
(No homo) - he has a kind looking face. i’m actually quite good at reading people.. he looks like a good person (
) this is why I was so confused that he would do something like this. So I probably do think that it was a misunderstanding.Which is why I'm gonna go white pill on this and just let it go.
I won anyway. I got my refund. I forced the agency to confront him. I made him apologize. Pursuing a police report now would be like using a sledgehammer to crack a walnut. I'd be introducing legal trouble into the life of a man who by my own assessment looks to be already struggling.
I see a part of myself in him: the quietness, the isolation. So I'm gonna choose compassion.
The case is closed
