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Since taking the blackpill as a disabled, old, short, neetcel, nothing really bothers me anymore because I'm too fatigued to even care. But there's one thing that does grind my gears, and that's men, in this case uncle tomlets, who degrade you in subtle ways for simply existing.
These men can be superficially nice, but as uncle tomlets stuck in the Chad and Stacy controlled rat race, they must defer to taller, better looking men and ally with them as subordinates if they ever want to climb the broken social and occupational ladder.
Me, minding my own business, I'm reminded in subtle ways during social gatherings with family that I'm genetic trash in the eyes of soyciety.
A younger relative came into my room without even asking (I fucking hate that) and we talked. He saw my large bookshelf, which perhaps contain 1000 books on all kinds of subjects. I had taken it he's never read a book in his life but wanted to see if he'd inquire on what I knew about things, he turns and awkwardly says, "I didn't know you had all these books... do you live in your mom's basement..."
Wtf am I suppose to say to that?
This was a markedly awkard encounter because a.) I clearly don't and b.) he was jealous that even in my neetdom and torment I could afford some books, which I mostly get free at libraries anyway.
On another separate occasion, this same relative disparaged me after I made everyone food.
While I was tending to grill, he yelled at me on patio, "can you even do that for your mother... what do you even do?" as if I was useless trash and couldn't even help my mother.
The craziest part is he doesn't even think what he's saying will hurt my feelings, like it's just social banter.
So I say back, "I'll hurry it up, nigga..."
Floored, my relatives just sit there in total dismay, bothered that I would blurt out "nigga." That entire night no one talked to me (except my mother, who actually does love me) even though I made them all their food as a disabled fatiguecel.
Not even my HS bullies had said such degrading things to me.
Fucking pisses me off.
The consensus I guess is that I'm a lazy, loser who lives in mom's basement and should be executed because "people who don't work" aren't humans.
This guy is 4 1/2 years younger than me and sometimes blurts out job offerings to me. One time he sent me a min wage job shoveling cow shit. The hours were 4am to 10am, 2pm to 6:30pm. What the fuck kind of hours are those? He had no affiliation to this farm.
I've already told him I'm disabled and would get fired that week because it's at will here and would lose my neetbuxx and then go homeless.
I don't have to explain myself to normies, uncle tomlets or soyciety.
Fuck soyciety.
These men can be superficially nice, but as uncle tomlets stuck in the Chad and Stacy controlled rat race, they must defer to taller, better looking men and ally with them as subordinates if they ever want to climb the broken social and occupational ladder.
Me, minding my own business, I'm reminded in subtle ways during social gatherings with family that I'm genetic trash in the eyes of soyciety.
A younger relative came into my room without even asking (I fucking hate that) and we talked. He saw my large bookshelf, which perhaps contain 1000 books on all kinds of subjects. I had taken it he's never read a book in his life but wanted to see if he'd inquire on what I knew about things, he turns and awkwardly says, "I didn't know you had all these books... do you live in your mom's basement..."
Wtf am I suppose to say to that?
This was a markedly awkard encounter because a.) I clearly don't and b.) he was jealous that even in my neetdom and torment I could afford some books, which I mostly get free at libraries anyway.
On another separate occasion, this same relative disparaged me after I made everyone food.
While I was tending to grill, he yelled at me on patio, "can you even do that for your mother... what do you even do?" as if I was useless trash and couldn't even help my mother.
The craziest part is he doesn't even think what he's saying will hurt my feelings, like it's just social banter.
So I say back, "I'll hurry it up, nigga..."
Floored, my relatives just sit there in total dismay, bothered that I would blurt out "nigga." That entire night no one talked to me (except my mother, who actually does love me) even though I made them all their food as a disabled fatiguecel.
Not even my HS bullies had said such degrading things to me.
Fucking pisses me off.
The consensus I guess is that I'm a lazy, loser who lives in mom's basement and should be executed because "people who don't work" aren't humans.
This guy is 4 1/2 years younger than me and sometimes blurts out job offerings to me. One time he sent me a min wage job shoveling cow shit. The hours were 4am to 10am, 2pm to 6:30pm. What the fuck kind of hours are those? He had no affiliation to this farm.
I've already told him I'm disabled and would get fired that week because it's at will here and would lose my neetbuxx and then go homeless.
I don't have to explain myself to normies, uncle tomlets or soyciety.
Fuck soyciety.
