
PumpkinCrane823
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okay so as a preface, I go to a single sex school and don’t interact with foids under any pretense; since my ex I haven’t been able to see foids as emotional beings.
Basically, this post is going to be a rage vent over how no matter how hard you try as a sub5 to make conversation or connections, Chad will always be better then you and ruin any chance you have.
Let me set the scene for you guys. If you saw my post last week, youll know that ther was an upcoming mixer with teh local girls' school. I was terrified. The thought of jestering in front of <100 foids made me feel sick. I couldnt mentally understand or reason with the fact that in less than a week i would be expected to tkae the maskpill and talk with a foid. Come sunday evening, im crying in bed over the fact that these ones are brutal. They are ALL ethnicpilled ltb and want to present teh normiepilled mindset of being 'attractive' so wear shitloads of makeup but not even foundation can make a rajeetette look white. anyways. i know one or two of these girls but most of it comes from me having to mask and act like a normie through pretending to find them attractive and taking them on dates etc. These dates never go well as although im a low htn i am incredibly nd and cant/dont want to talk about them in an effort to make them leave me. so, back to the event.
come monday morning, i wake up feeling sick and getting dressed (a menial chore) is interrupted by my mother having made me traditional austrian food for breakfast in an attempt to settle my nerves: her kindness touched me. after eating breakfast i put my headphones in and slog to the bus stop. the feeling i get when waiting for tyhe bus is both rage and dissent as for me the bus represents teh evil things in my life (bullies) so i find stepping onto it harder each day. i hate the bus. on the bus i was confronted by the worst of society as i live in an impoverished area and it jujst evoked sympathy in me; this was odd as i usally feel indiffernt-perhaps my own emotions allowed me to empathise.
after completing my journey to school, i was forced into the loud room of my homeroom. i hate homeroom. homeroom is a class full of sub5s jestering to get the one 6PSL's attention. there is one guy in class. chad. he always takes the piss. he calls me an incel. he calls me autistic. ITS NOT MY FAULT. i hate chad. i tried having normie convo with him about our shared interest of history and he just refuted my ideas instanlty without listening. I HATE IT. i want to make conncectionsa dn feel included. I HATE IT. i just made the silly point that stonewall jackson was the best CAA general and he called me a racist. WTF. anyway jflllllll. homeroom was boring bc we watched a documentasry abt the internet's bad impact on young people and i just sniggered to myself as they mentioned the 'redpill' content jfllll. homeroom ended with an assembly. as i walked into the hall, i saw the foids sat in rows already; predatorily waiting for me, glaring deep into me. i sat down.
after the assembly, we had to congregate outside, this is when the mask started. its always scary when i mask as i lose all sense of self and act purely on instict as to how a normie would approach the situation. there are about 40 foids in the plaza. i greet one (i took her on a date easrly feb and shes still hanging ontoit JFL)
foid:"oh, hi OP. ive missed you yk, why havent you texted?"
SHITTTTTTT I CANT SAY I DONT WANNA TALK
me:"omg im so sorry, exams kept me busy."
she seems satisfied, good.
foid:"thats alright! so, how have you been?"
the Fuck.
i just ghosted ts foid for almsot four months and she still wants to talk but ig shes mtb so take what you can.
me: "uh yeah good good."
the mask is slipping; i never usually get this far into convo...
me:"how was your holiday?"
holiday was five weeks ago jfl ive just wasted my last practiced convo. MASK SLIPPED
foid: "uh-yeah yeah great! yours?"
me:"yes, fine thank you."
i disengage with the conversation and look disinterested yet she probes further
foid: "sooo do you wanna hang out again soon?"
me: "no, not really i prefer wallking alolne."
foid: "show me your favourite trials itll be fun!"
i now leave the converstation to get a refreshment from thia rduous asctivity adn come back to find chad with my girl.
chad: "oh, hey OP, i saw how abysmally your conversation was going so wanted to check foid was alright."
foid:"yeah me and OP were just getting to know each other"
me:"yeah we were."
chad: "lmao leave this loser alone hes so weird"
WTF CHAD
me: "how dude."
foid: "yeah, youre pretty cute to me."
chad: "hes so weird he is always online or some shit."
me: "so what."
chad: "nevermind"
CHAD WALKS AWAY
after this interaction, the chad assserting his dominance told the foid i was worth less but strangely she chose to keep talking to me. this beahvour is quite strange as foids usuallly follow the man with the best looks but here; the girl decided to continue talking to me. it baffeld me the way she looked at me. anywho, ive asked her to come to the model train line with me and we are going to wear 1920s clothes holy LARP.
peace out chudbros, what began as a hatepost became lifefuel. chads dont get all the pussy afterall man
Basically, this post is going to be a rage vent over how no matter how hard you try as a sub5 to make conversation or connections, Chad will always be better then you and ruin any chance you have.
Let me set the scene for you guys. If you saw my post last week, youll know that ther was an upcoming mixer with teh local girls' school. I was terrified. The thought of jestering in front of <100 foids made me feel sick. I couldnt mentally understand or reason with the fact that in less than a week i would be expected to tkae the maskpill and talk with a foid. Come sunday evening, im crying in bed over the fact that these ones are brutal. They are ALL ethnicpilled ltb and want to present teh normiepilled mindset of being 'attractive' so wear shitloads of makeup but not even foundation can make a rajeetette look white. anyways. i know one or two of these girls but most of it comes from me having to mask and act like a normie through pretending to find them attractive and taking them on dates etc. These dates never go well as although im a low htn i am incredibly nd and cant/dont want to talk about them in an effort to make them leave me. so, back to the event.
come monday morning, i wake up feeling sick and getting dressed (a menial chore) is interrupted by my mother having made me traditional austrian food for breakfast in an attempt to settle my nerves: her kindness touched me. after eating breakfast i put my headphones in and slog to the bus stop. the feeling i get when waiting for tyhe bus is both rage and dissent as for me the bus represents teh evil things in my life (bullies) so i find stepping onto it harder each day. i hate the bus. on the bus i was confronted by the worst of society as i live in an impoverished area and it jujst evoked sympathy in me; this was odd as i usally feel indiffernt-perhaps my own emotions allowed me to empathise.
after completing my journey to school, i was forced into the loud room of my homeroom. i hate homeroom. homeroom is a class full of sub5s jestering to get the one 6PSL's attention. there is one guy in class. chad. he always takes the piss. he calls me an incel. he calls me autistic. ITS NOT MY FAULT. i hate chad. i tried having normie convo with him about our shared interest of history and he just refuted my ideas instanlty without listening. I HATE IT. i want to make conncectionsa dn feel included. I HATE IT. i just made the silly point that stonewall jackson was the best CAA general and he called me a racist. WTF. anyway jflllllll. homeroom was boring bc we watched a documentasry abt the internet's bad impact on young people and i just sniggered to myself as they mentioned the 'redpill' content jfllll. homeroom ended with an assembly. as i walked into the hall, i saw the foids sat in rows already; predatorily waiting for me, glaring deep into me. i sat down.
after the assembly, we had to congregate outside, this is when the mask started. its always scary when i mask as i lose all sense of self and act purely on instict as to how a normie would approach the situation. there are about 40 foids in the plaza. i greet one (i took her on a date easrly feb and shes still hanging ontoit JFL)
foid:"oh, hi OP. ive missed you yk, why havent you texted?"
SHITTTTTTT I CANT SAY I DONT WANNA TALK
me:"omg im so sorry, exams kept me busy."
she seems satisfied, good.
foid:"thats alright! so, how have you been?"
the Fuck.
me: "uh yeah good good."
the mask is slipping; i never usually get this far into convo...
me:"how was your holiday?"
holiday was five weeks ago jfl ive just wasted my last practiced convo. MASK SLIPPED
foid: "uh-yeah yeah great! yours?"
me:"yes, fine thank you."
i disengage with the conversation and look disinterested yet she probes further
foid: "sooo do you wanna hang out again soon?"
me: "no, not really i prefer wallking alolne."
foid: "show me your favourite trials itll be fun!"
i now leave the converstation to get a refreshment from thia rduous asctivity adn come back to find chad with my girl.
chad: "oh, hey OP, i saw how abysmally your conversation was going so wanted to check foid was alright."
foid:"yeah me and OP were just getting to know each other"
me:"yeah we were."
chad: "lmao leave this loser alone hes so weird"
WTF CHAD
me: "how dude."
foid: "yeah, youre pretty cute to me."
chad: "hes so weird he is always online or some shit."
me: "so what."
chad: "nevermind"
CHAD WALKS AWAY
after this interaction, the chad assserting his dominance told the foid i was worth less but strangely she chose to keep talking to me. this beahvour is quite strange as foids usuallly follow the man with the best looks but here; the girl decided to continue talking to me. it baffeld me the way she looked at me. anywho, ive asked her to come to the model train line with me and we are going to wear 1920s clothes holy LARP.
peace out chudbros, what began as a hatepost became lifefuel. chads dont get all the pussy afterall man