Igniting the spark of hatred

[Ed GeinParticipant 29]

When I was in the 6th grade, I decided that I would like to ask out a friend of mine.
This friend of mine, we’ll call her “Ribbon” had been a friend of mine for nearly a year at that point and I had went to lengths to make sure we were not real friends, and made sure to display myself as dominant and manly.
The only problem is that I was hideous. I had acne at 10, My hair went past my shoulders, I was overweight,, smelly, and I dressed in clothing that I had worn since I was 8. The only thing I had going for me was my intelligence and my humor. With this, I was the top dog Class Clown. Everyone knew me, everyone loved me. I was in no way under her, as she was somewhat shy and had a small group of other unpopular friends.
Back to the story, Ribbon and her friend had been mocking me for about 2 weeks or so about liking one of them, since I spend half of lunch sitting with them and charming them. One day I decided to to act on their taunts, saying “Yeah, I do.” which promptly led to silence and embarrassed looks. After a pause, Ribbon’s friend asked “Which one of us.” and I replied with the obvious answer of “Ribbon.” Ribbon just slid her tray away and sat in silence for the rest of the lunch while her friend got excited as you would from both witnessing a 6th grade dateprosal and dodging the bullet of being asked out by some fugly kid in clothes too small.

This was absolutely devastating. My ego was crushed, causing me to stop making jokes in class and lose the only thing keeping me from being an ugly loser. Why would she do that to me? Ribbon had even insisted that I liked her but when I actually admitted it, we never spoke again. After the devastation had passed, it turned into rage. I began dieting, working out, I cut my hair, I took better care of my hygiene and even put in extra time at chores so I might be able to buy my way to a woman’s heart if all else failed. Keep in mind that this was a heartbroken 6th grader working out and obsessing over himself because a woman had denied him for such a shallow reason. Now, 3 years later in 9th grade, I’m 5’9, good looking, muscular and have higher grades than ever woman I have met since.

This of course all paid off just as I had always prayed it would. Ribbon asked me out. The power had all fallen into place. This short, chubby, shy girl thought that she could come running back to me now that nobody else wanted her and I was massively out of her league. Just as any sensible man would, I replied with a kind but firm “I would rather die.”

[Ned TrentParticipant 4894]

This sounds very much like your first red pill experience (and no, at this point I wouldn’t even really call it red pill rage). What saddened me a bit was to read that you lost a good part of your previous humor.

Well, do try to not give that humor up or rather try to re-gain it or to develop it onward at your own style.

But again giving your response to that girl in a kind and yet firm way only shows your maturity. That part no doubt impresses me given your age and it surely is set to impress more and more people down the line.

After all there is no genuine need to take any girls or even women too seriously.

My own first red pill experience went the other way around when I at a slightly younger age than you (now) tried to ask a very cute girl out and she outright bashed it off in quite a rude and harsh way, upon of which I simply ignored her ever since, but today in a strange way I’d like to thank her for it, funnily enough…

Anyway, keep in mind: Blunt hate is at least slightly immature in a MGTOW-sense.

I'd rather die a natual death with a clear MGTOW conscience somewhere off the grid than one within "modern" civilisation with a big stress mark on my forehead and a couple of dozen tubes plugged into my body. Back to the plantation..? Me..? Hey, literally: I won't ever fucking kid myself...YZERLMNTSIC

[RoyDalParticipant]

Good going! Keep at it. Reality sucks, but it is far better to be realistic than deluded.

Now some lessons I wish I had learned at your age.

Yes, as Ned says, get your sense of humor back! It is the best tool ever for dealing with any situation in life, from social interaction to flat out disasters.

Ed Gein wrote:

Just as any sensible man would, I replied with a kind but firm “I would rather die.”

A wise mentor told me always to state your intentions positively. This is because our subconscious has a way of taking things literally. Thus, change “I would rather die” into something like “I have better things to do.” You don’t want your subconscious to start programming itself for suicide, neither literally nor figuratively!

Society asks MGTOWs: Why are you not making more tax-slaves?

[ILiveAgainParticipant]

RoyDal wrote:

Good going! Keep at it. Reality sucks, but it is far better to be realistic than deluded.

Now some lessons I wish I had learned at your age.

Yes, as Ned says, get your sense of humor back! It is the best tool ever for dealing with any situation in life, from social interaction to flat out disasters.

Eighth Wonder wrote:

Just as any sensible man would, I replied with a kind but firm “I would rather die.”

A wise mentor told me always to state your intentions positively. This is because our subconscious has a way of taking things literally. Thus, change “I would rather die” into something like “I have better things to do.” You don’t want your subconscious to start programming itself for suicide, neither literally nor figuratively!

As always a perfect reply RD.

I can only add about the humour.

Get it back if you can. Humour has got me places nothing else I tried did.

I’m not kidding.

I was at a new job and being shown around by the big boss.

He showed me the little plane I’d be flying …. next to it was his big new toy.

So jokingly …. and at great risk I said ..

But I want to go play with the big one.

He looked at me … burst out laughing and said

If you don’t break the small one for 1 year you can play with the big one.

I looked all upset and said ..

One year … that’s like FOREVER.

His reply

Well ok .. six months.

It was actually eight months before I got a play.

Humour …. it’s there for a reason ?

[Ned TrentParticipant 4894]

Great story, ILA.

I'd rather die a natual death with a clear MGTOW conscience somewhere off the grid than one within "modern" civilisation with a big stress mark on my forehead and a couple of dozen tubes plugged into my body. Back to the plantation..? Me..? Hey, literally: I won't ever fucking kid myself...YZERLMNTSIC

[ILiveAgainParticipant]

Ned Trent wrote:

Great story, ILA.

Thanks Ned.

I’ve always had to use humour … especially with women.

I’m not six foot or that good looking … probably more James Cagney than Dean.

So my normal chat up line would have been ..

Well when you’re tired of hanging around with giraffes …. come say hello to the lions.

It always got at least a smile and laid now and again.

I don’t date anymore but still use lines like that for sparing with the right type of woman.

Sparing sexual tension is the best …. especially when you get to walk away with no fks given.

[OgreParticipant 5863]

Eighth Wonder, in just a couple of years and during the most awkward time of most people’s lives you’ve made positive changes for yourself.

You still have tough times ahead before you can you’ve swallowed the red pill for good. The girls are going to change around you and your hormones will race.

Decades ago in my graduating class we had a couple of girls show up to our graduation with their brand new babies, and it made all of the other girls kick start into baby rabies. This was in a fairly affluent suburb. Now a High school six miles away from me has the official school day care across the street from the high school.

Ribbon was just the first girl that will try to toy with emotions and you handled her well, but how will you react when it’s a girl that you actually want to sleep with.

Protect yourself and your seed. You did a lot in three years. Imagine what a lifetime of concentration of effort on yourself could accomplish.

Emphasis on RoyDal’s message. Power your mentality and speech with positivity and every time you have to engage one of them it could be a reminder to yourself of the things you want to achieve.

I failed to realize in my youth that I was the prize. I was going to work. I was going to earn. Little did I realize that due to feminism, that no longer meant I had to share. Road soon, Desert after.

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