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This is a ChatGPT remastered version of my typed original story (1st comment).
Met a Balding 19-Year-Old at My Hostel Gym (Actual Incel Tragedy)
So there's this guy I met at the hostel gym earlier this year. Let’s call him Abdul. He's 19, LTN, low collagen, full stubble, bad teeth, brown skin, NW5 with 3 inches of long hair, 5'7, average frame—and yeah, he’s a fresher who dropped a year.
The first time I saw him, I genuinely thought he was minimum 40 years old. I’m pushing 22, and if you saw us standing next to each other, the mog difference would be like me next to prime Dolph Lundgren. No exaggeration. And out of respect, this dude calls me “bhaiya”. JFL.
I asked him about his hair, and he’s already accepted his fate. Docs gave him meds earlier, nothing worked. It's way past late now. He once showed me lockdown pics from 2021 saying he “rocked long hair”. That was just terminal cope.
Despite everything, he still tries to stay positive. He says things like “good days are near” and “Allah has plans”. I see it in his eyes—the denial, the silent cope, the imaginary rope he's holding onto. If I were him, I’d probably be the same. This is what life-sentenced inceldom looks like.
I tried helping. Since he barely goes out or interacts, I told him to start sunbathing and eating more meat and eggs. I’m non-Muslim and I literally eat 5x more meat than him. All this dude eats is chicken pasta and curd-rice. JFL.
About a month back, I took him to a nearby club. It was just me, him, and another guy from our uni who looks decent—let's call him Kunal.
While dancing, Kunal points out a group of 4 girls who were looking at me. I turn around, and yep—he’s right. But they were all low-tier Beckys. If any of my batchmates caught me with them, I’d be memed for life. Not my type either. But since I had already paid the entry + drink coupons (I don’t even drink), I thought—why not pitch it to them and ask for money back?
So I walked up to one of them, asked her to dance. The moment I touched her hand, she looked like she had a literal orgasm. Started giggling and signaling her friends like I was some prize catch. JFL.
I told her, “Let’s go to the counter.” Tried to get her to pay me back for my drinks, but the queue was massive, and the noise gave me a headache. I bailed.
Now, being the saint I am, I figured I'd do something nice for Abdul. Told her that Abdul’s into one of her friends and that it’s his birthday (it wasn’t). Thought maybe I could give his life one good memory.
I took her back to our group and introduced Abdul to the girls.
Disaster.
One said she had a boyfriend.
Another just straight up said “NO.”
Then they all walked away.
That moment was soul-crushing. Abdul turned red with rage and started cussing me out in the middle of the club. So we left.
Outside, on the road, this man-child grabbed me by the collar and yelled that I have no friends and lack social skills.
Me??
He knew he was the beta cuck in this scenario. His grip was so weak, like a twink trying to assert dominance. I just calmly stared into his eyes. Within 5–8 seconds, he let go and backed off.
He knew he fucked up.
I still talk to him occasionally, just out of curiosity. Honestly, sometimes it just hits me—how trapped people like him are.
No looks.
No friends.
No social life.
No girls.
No hope.
It's like being locked in a social prison for life.
Peak incel reality.
Met a Balding 19-Year-Old at My Hostel Gym (Actual Incel Tragedy)
So there's this guy I met at the hostel gym earlier this year. Let’s call him Abdul. He's 19, LTN, low collagen, full stubble, bad teeth, brown skin, NW5 with 3 inches of long hair, 5'7, average frame—and yeah, he’s a fresher who dropped a year.
The first time I saw him, I genuinely thought he was minimum 40 years old. I’m pushing 22, and if you saw us standing next to each other, the mog difference would be like me next to prime Dolph Lundgren. No exaggeration. And out of respect, this dude calls me “bhaiya”. JFL.
I asked him about his hair, and he’s already accepted his fate. Docs gave him meds earlier, nothing worked. It's way past late now. He once showed me lockdown pics from 2021 saying he “rocked long hair”. That was just terminal cope.
Despite everything, he still tries to stay positive. He says things like “good days are near” and “Allah has plans”. I see it in his eyes—the denial, the silent cope, the imaginary rope he's holding onto. If I were him, I’d probably be the same. This is what life-sentenced inceldom looks like.
I tried helping. Since he barely goes out or interacts, I told him to start sunbathing and eating more meat and eggs. I’m non-Muslim and I literally eat 5x more meat than him. All this dude eats is chicken pasta and curd-rice. JFL.
Tried Taking Him to a Club Once… Huge Mistake
About a month back, I took him to a nearby club. It was just me, him, and another guy from our uni who looks decent—let's call him Kunal.
While dancing, Kunal points out a group of 4 girls who were looking at me. I turn around, and yep—he’s right. But they were all low-tier Beckys. If any of my batchmates caught me with them, I’d be memed for life. Not my type either. But since I had already paid the entry + drink coupons (I don’t even drink), I thought—why not pitch it to them and ask for money back?
So I walked up to one of them, asked her to dance. The moment I touched her hand, she looked like she had a literal orgasm. Started giggling and signaling her friends like I was some prize catch. JFL.
I told her, “Let’s go to the counter.” Tried to get her to pay me back for my drinks, but the queue was massive, and the noise gave me a headache. I bailed.
Tried to Help Abdul, It Backfired Brutally
Now, being the saint I am, I figured I'd do something nice for Abdul. Told her that Abdul’s into one of her friends and that it’s his birthday (it wasn’t). Thought maybe I could give his life one good memory.
I took her back to our group and introduced Abdul to the girls.
Disaster.
One said she had a boyfriend.
Another just straight up said “NO.”
Then they all walked away.
That moment was soul-crushing. Abdul turned red with rage and started cussing me out in the middle of the club. So we left.
The Delusional Rage Moment
Outside, on the road, this man-child grabbed me by the collar and yelled that I have no friends and lack social skills.
Me??
He knew he was the beta cuck in this scenario. His grip was so weak, like a twink trying to assert dominance. I just calmly stared into his eyes. Within 5–8 seconds, he let go and backed off.
He knew he fucked up.
I still talk to him occasionally, just out of curiosity. Honestly, sometimes it just hits me—how trapped people like him are.
No looks.
No friends.
No social life.
No girls.
No hope.
It's like being locked in a social prison for life.
Peak incel reality.
