So I have a friend called Joseph. He's 19, 5'4 and seriously balding (never seen a teenager so bald) but a genuinely nice guy...doesn't have a bad bone in his body. Everyone always calls him creepy and weird...even though he's never actually acted creepy. He's incel and seems a bit depressed about it, but he's helped me out with favours in the past and is an alright guy to talk to.
I try and be nice to him and hang out with him for a bit every now and then, or include him in shit, because I know his life is always going to be torture.
Anyway last night a bunch of people were in my flat pre-drinking. Me and a couple of friends decide to go outside to smoke a joint. I invite Joseph. He says he'll finish his drink and see us out there. The conversation outside is flowing...people are laughing, talking, getting to know each other. It's me, and two guys (6'2 and 6'1)...they're both classic jocks (sporty, handsome etc). Let's call them Tom and Dan
Some other guy from inside the party comes outside (average face and chubby, but DOM-looking, 6'2 and wide-framed). None of us know who he is but he must be a friend of one of our friends or something. He approaches the circle and I pass him the joint, he thanks me and starts joining in our conversation. Everyone accepts him as you would, we introduce ourselves, and he becomes an equal part of the conversation...chipping in from time to time, answering people's questions etc.
Then Joseph comes outside. Silence. Literally everyone ignores the fact that he's just entered the circle. Tom and Dan start talking to each other, the other guy says thanks for the joint but he's had enough and goes back inside. I'm left having to talk to Joseph. Suddenly, Joe tries to join in Tom and Dan's conversation. He gets a one-word answer back and then they continue to blank him.
He tries again, and this time gets something wrong about what they're talking about...Tom and Dan laugh loudly at him and Tom looks at me and says "SuicidalFailure, where did you find this guy?!"
The joint's finished and we go back in. Joe desperately tags along with me for the rest of the night because no one else wants to give him the time of day. The next morning Tom & Dan ask me who Joe was and "isn't he a bit weird". Resigned to the red pill, I forego my principles and say "yeah he is a bit isn't he".
I won't be inviting him round again. I feel bad for him but he'll have to scrape up some sort of a life for himself without me. I can't risk my S taking the hit of simply being friends with him. Life is brutal. Until yesterday I had never noticed something like this. I'm sure things like this would've happened, but if you're not red pill you don't realise that these slights against people aren't because of their personality, but because of their looks.
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