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Iron
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This thread is going to be kinda long, so if you're hungry or have a short attention span, I highly suggest you go grab some food or put on some music while reading this masterpiece.
It all started around 12 p.m.
I woke up, jacked off, took a shower, and got myself ready to start my beautiful day as usual. Just like any other day, nothing was out of the ordinary, atleast, not yet. Later in the day I decided to go get some starbucks for breakfast, and up until then, everything was going smoove. After that, nothing much really happened. I was mostly just chilling in my room as usual, watching youtube, playing video games, scrolling on tiktok, and just trying to keep myself occupied and distracted, basically NEETing as usual.
And lowkey my dopamine receptors are kinda fried. But nowadays it's very rare to find people with normally functioning dopamine receptors, so it really isn't as bad as I'm trying to make it out to be.
Anyway long story short, I pretty much just rotted for the most part. until I received a message from my mom with my final report card for the year. Before opening it, I wasn't really stressed that much. Like, I knew that this disgusting piece of paper would decide the next 50-60 years of my life (that's kinda cope though, genetics >> random piece of paper). But I wasn't anxious or nervous in anyway. Honestly, I couldn't care less if I got a bad grade. And I knew deep down that the only reason I was scared to open my report card was the copious amounts of inhumane torture I would receive from my parents if I didn't get a good grade.
But I already knew deep down that no matter what grade I got, it wouldn't really change anything. There are just no grades for your face or your genetics. And I am certain that this random piece of paper would not be able to change the harsh and brutal fate of a sub5 male.
Anyway, after I mustered up the courage to open my report card, I was actually shocked to see that I had gotten a decently good grade. It wasn't anything crazy, but keep in mind that I basically didn't do shit the whole year and just did the bare minimum to pass. Yet I had received a pretty good grade, at least in my eyes and my parents'. So that was the good part of my day.
Now let's get to the part all of you have been eagerly waiting for. And I'll tell you the wait is definitely worth it (maybe not
).
So… before I begin with the brutal part, I need to give you guys a short backstory so you understand the whole picture. I'm currently in my last year of high school, well technically I just graduated. My last day of school was around two weeks ago. During those two weeks, I didn't really do anything because obviously I'm a loser. And during that time, my mom kept asking me about the graduation party, specifically when they were going to host it, etc. I just kept dodging her questions because I told myself I wouldn't go. I hate going to parties and crowded public spaces. And I'd much rather chill at home than experience the brutality of a sub5 trying to fit in with the normies.
I knew that if I ever told my mom I wouldn't be going to the party, she would either:
A) Beat the shit out of me.
B) Call me a loser and beat the shit out of me.
C) Call me a loser, beat the shit out of me, then involve my dad and encourage him to beat the shit out of me as well.
You guys get the point.
But I knew that I couldn't dodge her questions for much longer. And one day I would just have to go and tell her myself.
Fast forward a couple of days. My mom called, and she instantly brought up the graduation party during our conversation. So I told her straight up, "I'm not going."
And she said, "What do you mean you're not going? It's your graduation party. It's a once in a lifetime experience. You'll get to have fun with your friends, blah blah blah, etc."
I responded, "I DON'T HAVE ANY FRIENDS. AND I DON'T CARE IF THE NORMIES THINK I'M WEIRD. I'M SIMPLY NOT GOING THERE, AND THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO TO CHANGE THAT. IT'S TOO LATE. WHY DIDN'T YOU GIVE ME PROPER NUTRITION GROWING UP? WHY DIDN'T YOU BREASTFEED ME PROPERLY AND FEED ME NUTRITIOUS FOODS? WHY DIDN'T YOU GIVE ME A SOCIAL LIFE AND MAKE ME CHARISMATIC? WHY DIDN'T YOU GIVE ME BOOKS OR MAKE ME SOLVE PROBLEMS WHEN I WAS YOUNG TO DEVELOP MY CRITICAL THINKING SKILLS? DON'T YOU REALIZE THIS IS ON YOU? THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT. I'LL NEVER ESCAPE THE SUB5 FATE, AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT."
Then I proceeded to coldly hang up on her and started crying furiously, thinking to myself What if?
What if I wasn't a sub5? Maybe things wouldn't have turned out this way. I would just imagine if I were a normie, I would be there graduating with my friends right now, having fun. But unfortunately my sub5 fate decided to make me rot in my room while all my friends are graduating and hugging each other. But here I am, stuck in my room with nothing to hug but my sub5 pillow. AND EVEN MY OWN FUCKING PILLOW DOESN'T WANT TO HUG ME, and decided to kick me out of my own sub5 bed.
So now I'm here, sitting in my sub5 chair, writing this sub5 story with my sub5 keyboard. And all I can think of is:
"What if I wasn't a sub5?"
The end.
It all started around 12 p.m.
I woke up, jacked off, took a shower, and got myself ready to start my beautiful day as usual. Just like any other day, nothing was out of the ordinary, atleast, not yet. Later in the day I decided to go get some starbucks for breakfast, and up until then, everything was going smoove. After that, nothing much really happened. I was mostly just chilling in my room as usual, watching youtube, playing video games, scrolling on tiktok, and just trying to keep myself occupied and distracted, basically NEETing as usual.
And lowkey my dopamine receptors are kinda fried. But nowadays it's very rare to find people with normally functioning dopamine receptors, so it really isn't as bad as I'm trying to make it out to be.
Anyway long story short, I pretty much just rotted for the most part. until I received a message from my mom with my final report card for the year. Before opening it, I wasn't really stressed that much. Like, I knew that this disgusting piece of paper would decide the next 50-60 years of my life (that's kinda cope though, genetics >> random piece of paper). But I wasn't anxious or nervous in anyway. Honestly, I couldn't care less if I got a bad grade. And I knew deep down that the only reason I was scared to open my report card was the copious amounts of inhumane torture I would receive from my parents if I didn't get a good grade.
But I already knew deep down that no matter what grade I got, it wouldn't really change anything. There are just no grades for your face or your genetics. And I am certain that this random piece of paper would not be able to change the harsh and brutal fate of a sub5 male.
Anyway, after I mustered up the courage to open my report card, I was actually shocked to see that I had gotten a decently good grade. It wasn't anything crazy, but keep in mind that I basically didn't do shit the whole year and just did the bare minimum to pass. Yet I had received a pretty good grade, at least in my eyes and my parents'. So that was the good part of my day.
Now let's get to the part all of you have been eagerly waiting for. And I'll tell you the wait is definitely worth it (maybe not
). So… before I begin with the brutal part, I need to give you guys a short backstory so you understand the whole picture. I'm currently in my last year of high school, well technically I just graduated. My last day of school was around two weeks ago. During those two weeks, I didn't really do anything because obviously I'm a loser. And during that time, my mom kept asking me about the graduation party, specifically when they were going to host it, etc. I just kept dodging her questions because I told myself I wouldn't go. I hate going to parties and crowded public spaces. And I'd much rather chill at home than experience the brutality of a sub5 trying to fit in with the normies.
I knew that if I ever told my mom I wouldn't be going to the party, she would either:
A) Beat the shit out of me.
B) Call me a loser and beat the shit out of me.
C) Call me a loser, beat the shit out of me, then involve my dad and encourage him to beat the shit out of me as well.
You guys get the point.
But I knew that I couldn't dodge her questions for much longer. And one day I would just have to go and tell her myself.
Fast forward a couple of days. My mom called, and she instantly brought up the graduation party during our conversation. So I told her straight up, "I'm not going."
And she said, "What do you mean you're not going? It's your graduation party. It's a once in a lifetime experience. You'll get to have fun with your friends, blah blah blah, etc."
I responded, "I DON'T HAVE ANY FRIENDS. AND I DON'T CARE IF THE NORMIES THINK I'M WEIRD. I'M SIMPLY NOT GOING THERE, AND THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO TO CHANGE THAT. IT'S TOO LATE. WHY DIDN'T YOU GIVE ME PROPER NUTRITION GROWING UP? WHY DIDN'T YOU BREASTFEED ME PROPERLY AND FEED ME NUTRITIOUS FOODS? WHY DIDN'T YOU GIVE ME A SOCIAL LIFE AND MAKE ME CHARISMATIC? WHY DIDN'T YOU GIVE ME BOOKS OR MAKE ME SOLVE PROBLEMS WHEN I WAS YOUNG TO DEVELOP MY CRITICAL THINKING SKILLS? DON'T YOU REALIZE THIS IS ON YOU? THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT. I'LL NEVER ESCAPE THE SUB5 FATE, AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT."
Then I proceeded to coldly hang up on her and started crying furiously, thinking to myself What if?
What if I wasn't a sub5? Maybe things wouldn't have turned out this way. I would just imagine if I were a normie, I would be there graduating with my friends right now, having fun. But unfortunately my sub5 fate decided to make me rot in my room while all my friends are graduating and hugging each other. But here I am, stuck in my room with nothing to hug but my sub5 pillow. AND EVEN MY OWN FUCKING PILLOW DOESN'T WANT TO HUG ME, and decided to kick me out of my own sub5 bed.
So now I'm here, sitting in my sub5 chair, writing this sub5 story with my sub5 keyboard. And all I can think of is:
"What if I wasn't a sub5?"
The end.
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