Tachyonprince
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I am a 26-year-old guy from Mumbai, India. I am large and not handsome (I intentionally avoid the words fat and ugly) in appearance. I have dealt with social anxiety and inferiority complex since I can remember. I have an introverted personality. It is hard for me to approach someone and make random talk.
I have a dysfunctional relationship with my father. He is dominant and reckless in his manner of lifestyle choices and he takes his family along for the ride. He likes to maintain control in what the family members do or what choices we make. He’s not a bad father but his actions have had severe consequences as far as I am concerned. When I was little we used to go to my dad’s friends’ childrens birthday parties. I also used to request my father to have a party on my birthday but it never happened. My father was always busy with his work, in his factory. When I asked for a birthday party he finally said that shenanigans like these are for high class people only, spending money on tantrums and showing off their money. You should just invite them for lunch, feed them cake and get it over with.
And this was the case with everything, vacations (I have not seen any place in India except my hometown and Mumbai), home renovations, buying nice stuff for ourselves, etc. I was too small for these things. My family wasn’t exactly poor. We have two successful medium-scale businesses in the city. I grew up believing that my classmates and friends were super rich. They went to vacations, had parties, bought cool stuff for themselves. I felt intimidated by their presence (I still do).
I still kind of believe that I have no place among those “rich cool kids” a term that I will use many a times in this answer. This feeling grew over time and when I realized that my father’s mentality was not correct, I tried to tell him and thus began our dysfunctional relationship. With my anti-social properties and introversion i began to fear confrontation with my peers. I believed (still do sometimes) there is no place for me among them. I developed chronic depression and eating disorders which made me fat.
Lack of female attention
In school I had a hard time talking to a girl. A very hard time. I got laughed at and ridiculed by every girl I attempted to interact with. Whenever I started a conversation I used to get a bland response like as if she’s responding just for the sake of it. It was simple that she didn’t take any interest in the conversation with me.
In school I was a non-existent entity. I wasn’t good at studies nor sports. I had some luck in art but the “rich cool kids” excelled at that too. I tried very very hard to beat them at the game of life, to be a step ahead than them, then perhaps the girls would think “perhaps he’s not such a bad guy after all. Let me talk to him”. The girls always seemed to be closer with the “rich cool kids” . Guys with confidence because they didn’t get ridiculed by the girls. They never develop a relationship with me like they do with the “rich cool kids”. I then decided I would pretend to be rich and upmarket so they would think I’m cool. It didn’t work. I tried my best to fit in. To be a part of the crowd which I was cast out of. It didn’t work.
I wasn’t a creep or a pervert. I just want a girl to be friends with me as she is with other “rich cool boys”. This story depicts how I was perceived by the girls of my school
In high school (12th class) I had this friend who was good looking and average scorer. We hung out together in school. He had no problems socializing with girls and had a few female friends which avoided talking to him because of that creep he hung out with (me). I have massive respect for that guy. Let’s call him Arun.
One day a pretty girl comes to me and gets all chatty and friendly with me. I was thrilled. I finally felt accepted. It felt as though I was being promoted from an underground mine to a 65 floor posh office building. I was shy and I tread very carefully so as not to offend her. I treated my first female friend with utmost respect. A few days later we went to watch a movie. Me, She and Arun. She completely ignored me when with Arun. Arun being one of the “rich cool kids”, pretty girls found it hard to talk to him. It became clear to me that She had gotten closer to me with just one agenda - Arun. I decided I would give her a piece of my mind the next time I saw or talked to her. She never did contact me after that as she had found her opening to talk to Arun. She used me.
This story is one of many similar stories which highlight my interaction with girls. I joked with Arun that I should organize a fair where the ladies would bid for a date night with him. At least I would make some money out of mu misery.
Another story
In college, I was fortunate enough to be part of the group of cool people of the class due the fact that I was friends with the most wanted guy of the class.
We were a group of 5. 2 girls and 3 guys. The girls, as far as aesthetics are concerned, weren’t too high on the looks. They were average. But still I felt intimidated by them at first. Soon as college progressed I felt less and less intimidated. Even managed to initiate conversation and talk.
After some time I thought we really were becoming friends. I called them, we talked, every time. That was the problem, every time I was the one who called. They never did call or initiate a conversation. I stopped calling and our interactions were limited to simple ‘hi’ and ‘hello’. I was cool with it until at the time of graduation ceremony when one of the girls caught up with me (I was hanging out alone after receiving my degree). She behaved as if we were life long friends who drifted apart from one another after school and ran into each other at a function. This is what she said
“Hey how are you? Long time. Why did you stop calling us? You missed all the fun we had in the group. Don’t be so distant. We are your friends. We like you blah, blah, blah…”
I said nothing in reply to this. That poor thing still doesn’t have a ******* clue that it is not I who stopped contact. I stopped being the only person who initiates the contact. After I stopped initiating contact, never once did she or any other of my so called “friends” gave a ******* **** about me. If they had they would have called me up. I don’t know if this is only me but I expect some effort from the other side as well to maintain a relationship.
To prove that this would only happen to me I convinced my guy friend in that group to stopped all communication with the girls. And guess what, they immediately called him and asked whats wrong and why hasn’t he been replying to their messages, which implied that they texted very often.
I always see pictures of my male friends hanging out with the female friends in Facebook and Instagram and felt bad about my life and style. It made me angry that I cannot have that kind relationship with those girls. I was always intimidated by the girls on social media. I then decided I would pretend to be rich and upmarket so they would think I’m cool. Posting pictures that showed off the logo of “iPhone”. It made me angry that I could not get female friends like those.
I am constantly reminded of my fathers words that I am smaller than every other being on the planet. You can see on Instagram, the photos of these girls. I get the feeling that they judge me and think I am way below their class. If they think otherwise wouldn’t they have a conversation? I still get the the feeling that they are laughing at me, judging me, mocking me - “We're too good for you, you fat loser! We are richer, we have high standards, you are scum! We'd rather date a burnt log than go out with you! ”. I started having panic attacks when I first moved to Mumbai. The girls here reminded me what a loser I am when it came to women. 3 years in Mumbai and now I hate women. Yeah you can call me a misogynist.
I tried Tinder too. I thought finally someone will initiate contact with me without the uneasiness of physical meetups. But i was wrong. I used the app for 6 whole months without getting a single match. I thought I would get better results in Mumbai as the girls are supposed to be more open minded. Well guess what, girls in Mumbai are ****** as well.
Soon I gave up trying to “get” female attention. If I got it, good. If not, the world hasn’t ended. But people like me don’t just “get” female attention. I’ll be damned if a girl/woman approached me to say hi or takes interest in being friends with me. My only mistake was I tried to fit in despite of my mediocre appearance and intellect. The concept of fake it till you make it didn’t work for me. I faked the confidence I didn’t have but got nothing.
I lost something when I made that decision. I was no longer concerned with trying to attract girls. Whenever a pretty girl is in the vicinity I either turn away or leave the place altogether. I cannot bear the feelings of inferiority I get. I don’t bother to initiate contact with any girl. If I do have to interact with a girl for work purposes I keep it strictly professional. I discuss only work and avoid casual talk in the most respectful way possible but still come off as a jerk. But I don’t even care anymore.
I have learnt one thing. You need to have money to get a pretty girl. That is the harsh truth. I have never had a girlfriend. Don’t know what the **** a relationship means. As far as physical intimacy is concerned, I have considered paid companionship for a long a time.
I have a dysfunctional relationship with my father. He is dominant and reckless in his manner of lifestyle choices and he takes his family along for the ride. He likes to maintain control in what the family members do or what choices we make. He’s not a bad father but his actions have had severe consequences as far as I am concerned. When I was little we used to go to my dad’s friends’ childrens birthday parties. I also used to request my father to have a party on my birthday but it never happened. My father was always busy with his work, in his factory. When I asked for a birthday party he finally said that shenanigans like these are for high class people only, spending money on tantrums and showing off their money. You should just invite them for lunch, feed them cake and get it over with.
And this was the case with everything, vacations (I have not seen any place in India except my hometown and Mumbai), home renovations, buying nice stuff for ourselves, etc. I was too small for these things. My family wasn’t exactly poor. We have two successful medium-scale businesses in the city. I grew up believing that my classmates and friends were super rich. They went to vacations, had parties, bought cool stuff for themselves. I felt intimidated by their presence (I still do).
I still kind of believe that I have no place among those “rich cool kids” a term that I will use many a times in this answer. This feeling grew over time and when I realized that my father’s mentality was not correct, I tried to tell him and thus began our dysfunctional relationship. With my anti-social properties and introversion i began to fear confrontation with my peers. I believed (still do sometimes) there is no place for me among them. I developed chronic depression and eating disorders which made me fat.
Lack of female attention
In school I had a hard time talking to a girl. A very hard time. I got laughed at and ridiculed by every girl I attempted to interact with. Whenever I started a conversation I used to get a bland response like as if she’s responding just for the sake of it. It was simple that she didn’t take any interest in the conversation with me.
In school I was a non-existent entity. I wasn’t good at studies nor sports. I had some luck in art but the “rich cool kids” excelled at that too. I tried very very hard to beat them at the game of life, to be a step ahead than them, then perhaps the girls would think “perhaps he’s not such a bad guy after all. Let me talk to him”. The girls always seemed to be closer with the “rich cool kids” . Guys with confidence because they didn’t get ridiculed by the girls. They never develop a relationship with me like they do with the “rich cool kids”. I then decided I would pretend to be rich and upmarket so they would think I’m cool. It didn’t work. I tried my best to fit in. To be a part of the crowd which I was cast out of. It didn’t work.
I wasn’t a creep or a pervert. I just want a girl to be friends with me as she is with other “rich cool boys”. This story depicts how I was perceived by the girls of my school
In high school (12th class) I had this friend who was good looking and average scorer. We hung out together in school. He had no problems socializing with girls and had a few female friends which avoided talking to him because of that creep he hung out with (me). I have massive respect for that guy. Let’s call him Arun.
One day a pretty girl comes to me and gets all chatty and friendly with me. I was thrilled. I finally felt accepted. It felt as though I was being promoted from an underground mine to a 65 floor posh office building. I was shy and I tread very carefully so as not to offend her. I treated my first female friend with utmost respect. A few days later we went to watch a movie. Me, She and Arun. She completely ignored me when with Arun. Arun being one of the “rich cool kids”, pretty girls found it hard to talk to him. It became clear to me that She had gotten closer to me with just one agenda - Arun. I decided I would give her a piece of my mind the next time I saw or talked to her. She never did contact me after that as she had found her opening to talk to Arun. She used me.
This story is one of many similar stories which highlight my interaction with girls. I joked with Arun that I should organize a fair where the ladies would bid for a date night with him. At least I would make some money out of mu misery.
Another story
In college, I was fortunate enough to be part of the group of cool people of the class due the fact that I was friends with the most wanted guy of the class.
We were a group of 5. 2 girls and 3 guys. The girls, as far as aesthetics are concerned, weren’t too high on the looks. They were average. But still I felt intimidated by them at first. Soon as college progressed I felt less and less intimidated. Even managed to initiate conversation and talk.
After some time I thought we really were becoming friends. I called them, we talked, every time. That was the problem, every time I was the one who called. They never did call or initiate a conversation. I stopped calling and our interactions were limited to simple ‘hi’ and ‘hello’. I was cool with it until at the time of graduation ceremony when one of the girls caught up with me (I was hanging out alone after receiving my degree). She behaved as if we were life long friends who drifted apart from one another after school and ran into each other at a function. This is what she said
“Hey how are you? Long time. Why did you stop calling us? You missed all the fun we had in the group. Don’t be so distant. We are your friends. We like you blah, blah, blah…”
I said nothing in reply to this. That poor thing still doesn’t have a ******* clue that it is not I who stopped contact. I stopped being the only person who initiates the contact. After I stopped initiating contact, never once did she or any other of my so called “friends” gave a ******* **** about me. If they had they would have called me up. I don’t know if this is only me but I expect some effort from the other side as well to maintain a relationship.
To prove that this would only happen to me I convinced my guy friend in that group to stopped all communication with the girls. And guess what, they immediately called him and asked whats wrong and why hasn’t he been replying to their messages, which implied that they texted very often.
I always see pictures of my male friends hanging out with the female friends in Facebook and Instagram and felt bad about my life and style. It made me angry that I cannot have that kind relationship with those girls. I was always intimidated by the girls on social media. I then decided I would pretend to be rich and upmarket so they would think I’m cool. Posting pictures that showed off the logo of “iPhone”. It made me angry that I could not get female friends like those.
I am constantly reminded of my fathers words that I am smaller than every other being on the planet. You can see on Instagram, the photos of these girls. I get the feeling that they judge me and think I am way below their class. If they think otherwise wouldn’t they have a conversation? I still get the the feeling that they are laughing at me, judging me, mocking me - “We're too good for you, you fat loser! We are richer, we have high standards, you are scum! We'd rather date a burnt log than go out with you! ”. I started having panic attacks when I first moved to Mumbai. The girls here reminded me what a loser I am when it came to women. 3 years in Mumbai and now I hate women. Yeah you can call me a misogynist.
I tried Tinder too. I thought finally someone will initiate contact with me without the uneasiness of physical meetups. But i was wrong. I used the app for 6 whole months without getting a single match. I thought I would get better results in Mumbai as the girls are supposed to be more open minded. Well guess what, girls in Mumbai are ****** as well.
Soon I gave up trying to “get” female attention. If I got it, good. If not, the world hasn’t ended. But people like me don’t just “get” female attention. I’ll be damned if a girl/woman approached me to say hi or takes interest in being friends with me. My only mistake was I tried to fit in despite of my mediocre appearance and intellect. The concept of fake it till you make it didn’t work for me. I faked the confidence I didn’t have but got nothing.
I lost something when I made that decision. I was no longer concerned with trying to attract girls. Whenever a pretty girl is in the vicinity I either turn away or leave the place altogether. I cannot bear the feelings of inferiority I get. I don’t bother to initiate contact with any girl. If I do have to interact with a girl for work purposes I keep it strictly professional. I discuss only work and avoid casual talk in the most respectful way possible but still come off as a jerk. But I don’t even care anymore.
I have learnt one thing. You need to have money to get a pretty girl. That is the harsh truth. I have never had a girlfriend. Don’t know what the **** a relationship means. As far as physical intimacy is concerned, I have considered paid companionship for a long a time.