Framecel222
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Picture this: you wake up early in the morning after a long night of rotting. You hastily get ready for school before rushing off to class. Upon arriving to class, you sit down in a random seat because you have no friends.
Enter Becky. She has what most people would describe as a "homely" appearance. In numerical terms, she's about a 4/10 PSL. Not the kind of girl who's so ugly that even Eugene wouldn't be caught talking to her, but definitely not attractive enough to make anyone's dick hard. As she sits down, her arm accidentally brushes against yours. Without even thinking, you instinctively recoil your arm in disgust. She begins to make small-talk, and you just nod and say "yup, uh-huh, agreed" in response to everything she says because you just aren't really interested in what she has to say. After a few minutes she stops talking to you.
As soon as you leave the building and the sunlight begins shining down on your pale incel skin, you see a beautiful sight. Hundreds, maybe even thousands of prime college girls roaming the streets. Upon closer inspection, however, you realize that the majority of them elicit zero feelings of arousal. They may as well be invisible. The ones that you are attracted to are firmly entrenched in the Chad-fucking lifestyle, and wouldn't even give you the time of day.
This is the life of a standardscel.
Enter Becky. She has what most people would describe as a "homely" appearance. In numerical terms, she's about a 4/10 PSL. Not the kind of girl who's so ugly that even Eugene wouldn't be caught talking to her, but definitely not attractive enough to make anyone's dick hard. As she sits down, her arm accidentally brushes against yours. Without even thinking, you instinctively recoil your arm in disgust. She begins to make small-talk, and you just nod and say "yup, uh-huh, agreed" in response to everything she says because you just aren't really interested in what she has to say. After a few minutes she stops talking to you.
As soon as you leave the building and the sunlight begins shining down on your pale incel skin, you see a beautiful sight. Hundreds, maybe even thousands of prime college girls roaming the streets. Upon closer inspection, however, you realize that the majority of them elicit zero feelings of arousal. They may as well be invisible. The ones that you are attracted to are firmly entrenched in the Chad-fucking lifestyle, and wouldn't even give you the time of day.
This is the life of a standardscel.