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My Hate for Normies and Why It Will Ruin My Life
There’s a special kind of rage that simmers beneath the surface when you realize the world wasn’t built for people like you. It was built for normies - for the endlessly average, the comfortably numb, the ones who’ve never questioned a damn thing in their lives. They live inside a system they didn’t design but defend with blind loyalty, and I can’t stand it. Fucking retards.
They wear their normality like armor. Same music. Same jokes (meaning fucking brainrot garbage). Same opinions (Mindhive). Same fake “deep” Instagram captions they stole from someone else
. Their lives are a performance, curated and polished. But somehow they sleep at night, proud of their borrowed personalities and are able to me satisfied with themselves. They drown in trends, call it identity, and mock anyone who steps outside of the "normal" they created.
I see through it all, and it eats at me. Because while they float through life without ever thinking too hard, I overthink myself into isolation. I feel too much, think too much, and that makes me the problem in their eyes. I don’t play the game, so I get left out of it. And the truth is, my hatred for them has become a cage. One I built with my own hands.
I push people away before they even get close. I assume the worst in everyone because normie behavior is so predictable it feels like a virus. I sabotage chances before they can betray me with their shallow logic and lack of self-awareness. And little by little, that bitterness becomes my entire personality. That is the result of judging, you never get the time you need to heal. 1st impression is what makes you, you. And if it is bad, well. OVER.
I hate normies. But what scares me more is that I don’t know how to stop hating them. And if I don’t figure that out, this hatred will be the thing that ruins me and not them.
And maybe I wouldn’t even feel this way if things had gone differently. If they had ever "actually" tried to understand me and care for me. Because here's the truth they never did: I did try. I really did.
I tried to be their friend. I tried to laugh at their jokes, show up, be part of the group, play along even when it felt hollow and still nobody cared and left me out after all my efforts. Every time, I was the outsider. The weird one. The one who thinks too much, feels too much, says the wrong thing at the wrong time. I never fit into their polished little boxes, so they shut the lid and left me out.
They’re the ones who made me this way. Not all at once but slowly, over years. Every side comment, every fake smile, every conversation I was talked over or ignored in. It builds up. You can only be cast aside so many times before you stop walking toward the door.
So yeah, maybe now I hate them. But it didn’t start like that. It started with hope. It started with me wanting connection, me wanting to belong, and them shutting the door in my face.
This hate, it’s a reaction. A scar. And maybe it’s destroying me now, but they lit the match.
So no it is not me. They made this version of me. I just wear the armor now.
~To all normies, fuck you.
My Hate for Normies and Why It Will Ruin My Life
There’s a special kind of rage that simmers beneath the surface when you realize the world wasn’t built for people like you. It was built for normies - for the endlessly average, the comfortably numb, the ones who’ve never questioned a damn thing in their lives. They live inside a system they didn’t design but defend with blind loyalty, and I can’t stand it. Fucking retards.
They wear their normality like armor. Same music. Same jokes (meaning fucking brainrot garbage). Same opinions (Mindhive). Same fake “deep” Instagram captions they stole from someone else
. Their lives are a performance, curated and polished. But somehow they sleep at night, proud of their borrowed personalities and are able to me satisfied with themselves. They drown in trends, call it identity, and mock anyone who steps outside of the "normal" they created.I see through it all, and it eats at me. Because while they float through life without ever thinking too hard, I overthink myself into isolation. I feel too much, think too much, and that makes me the problem in their eyes. I don’t play the game, so I get left out of it. And the truth is, my hatred for them has become a cage. One I built with my own hands.
I push people away before they even get close. I assume the worst in everyone because normie behavior is so predictable it feels like a virus. I sabotage chances before they can betray me with their shallow logic and lack of self-awareness. And little by little, that bitterness becomes my entire personality. That is the result of judging, you never get the time you need to heal. 1st impression is what makes you, you. And if it is bad, well. OVER.
I hate normies. But what scares me more is that I don’t know how to stop hating them. And if I don’t figure that out, this hatred will be the thing that ruins me and not them.
And maybe I wouldn’t even feel this way if things had gone differently. If they had ever "actually" tried to understand me and care for me. Because here's the truth they never did: I did try. I really did.
I tried to be their friend. I tried to laugh at their jokes, show up, be part of the group, play along even when it felt hollow and still nobody cared and left me out after all my efforts. Every time, I was the outsider. The weird one. The one who thinks too much, feels too much, says the wrong thing at the wrong time. I never fit into their polished little boxes, so they shut the lid and left me out.
They’re the ones who made me this way. Not all at once but slowly, over years. Every side comment, every fake smile, every conversation I was talked over or ignored in. It builds up. You can only be cast aside so many times before you stop walking toward the door.
So yeah, maybe now I hate them. But it didn’t start like that. It started with hope. It started with me wanting connection, me wanting to belong, and them shutting the door in my face.
This hate, it’s a reaction. A scar. And maybe it’s destroying me now, but they lit the match.
So no it is not me. They made this version of me. I just wear the armor now.
~To all normies, fuck you.
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