I have been called a lot of things in life, but there are some things that no one ever calls me because they are just ridiculous as insults to anyone who knows anything about me.
However, there are attacks on me that have only been made by morons on the Internet.
In real life, no one has ever done any of these things, not even once:
Implied that I can’t get laid or that I am unattractive to women or that I am some sort of a neckbeard incel nerd who can’t get laid with God’s help. People usually assume the opposite. They meet me and pretty quickly, without even knowing anything about me, start laughing and say things like, “How many girlfriends do you have? Three?” It’s relatively common for women to meet me and before they know much of anything about me, they say things like, “I don’t trust you. You seem like a player or a playboy or a guy who goes out with lots of women. I want a man who is faithful.”
Stated or implied that I am not attractive, homely or ugly in any way, shape or form. Some women have said I am too skinny, though.
Stated or implied that I am not every smart or that I am stupid in any way. Even my worst enemies have conceded that I am smart as Hell. In fact, no one has ever even told me that they are smarter than I am. Obviously lots of people will never comment on your intelligence, but some will. Most everyone who has ever commented on my intelligence has said that not only am I smart, but I am real,real, real smart. One man told me, “You are the smartest person I know, and I know a lot of really smart people, like physicians and attorneys. And you are smarter than all of them.”
Of course I do not go around telling people my IQ score all the time, but at times, the subject has come up. I know how to bring it up in such as a way so that almost no one ever gets offended and in real life, few if any people got offended when I bring it up.
Usually someone will say, “Good God you are smart. Jesus Christ!” And then I will act very shy and embarassed (this is a social skill called “false modesty”), and I say quietly,”Yes, I know I am smart. I’ve seen my IQ score.” They often look intrigued or curious and and say, “What is it?” Then I tell them, but once again I say it in a very shy way as if I am embarassed to tell anyone (the complete opposite of being showoff braggart). The response is almost always positive.
Implied or stated that I can’t write or can’t write well. A lot of people in real life have not read my writing, granted, but those that have always say something along the lines of, “Boy you sure are a good writer.” Some even say, “You are a great writer!” I have had women fall in love with simply because they think I am a great writer. Of course people have objected to the things I write about, but that’s not the same as saying you cannot write.
I did take a Creative Writing class once, and I wrote a chapter of a novel that never got finished. There was me and one other guy and a woman who could really write well. The others, I hate to say it, were just not that good.
They passed out my stuff and they had a week to read it. They came back, and everyone said it was really good, but some thought it was weird or bizarre or unsettling, or they said they didn’t understand what I was talking about. The one guy who was one of the three good writers completely ripped my chapter apart, but it was obvious that he was jealous and felt threatened. Plus he didn’t like my style. I just chalked it up to jealousy.
No one in real life has ever said that I am a social retard or socially inept or have poor social skills, not even one time. A lot of people think I am outrageous and maybe weird or offensive, but no one has ever implied that I am some autist social clod. The only people who have ever said this were on the Internet. However, quite a few people have said that I am weird, odd, strange, bizarre, eccentric, etc., but that’s not the same thing. I am just unconventional. Most of it is deliberate, and it’s just my way or telling society to go to Hell.
How on Earth you can possibly judge someone’s social skills by their prose is beyond me. I work in mental health, and I assure that you I can learn nothing about a client’s social skills by reading his prose. In fact, I cannot tell much of anything at all about a client by reading their prose. I certainly cannot diagnose any mental illness based on the way that they write. How can you possibly determine anything whatsoever about a person psychologically by reading their prose? It’s sheer idiocy.
The only people in life who ever implied I am ugly or unattractive were on the Internet. Not one person has ever said that to me in real life, not even one time; in fact, everyone who has commented has said the complete opposite.
The only people who ever told me I can’t write were on the Net. No one in real life has ever said that to me; in fact, they usually say the opposite.
The only people who ever told me I am not attractive to women, can’t get a woman, am a virgin or an incel or a neckbeard, or that I can’t get laid were on the Net. No one in real life ever implied or said that even once; in fact they generally say the exact opposite.
The only people who ever told me that I am dumb, not very smart or not as smart as I say I am or that I could not be as smart as my IQ score were on the Net. In real life, no one has ever said anything like that, and in fact, they almost always say the complete opposite.
The only people who ever said I can’t get a woman, am lousy with women, am an incel or a neckbeard were on the Net. No one has ever said any such thing in real life; in fact, they generally say the exact opposite.
You might counter that people in real life are being too kind to tell me the truth that I am obviously ugly, a socially retarded autist, dumb or not as smart as I say I am, a lousy writer, a neckbeard incel who couldn’t get laid with God’s help.
But this doesn’t make sense because I have had so many enemies that you would not believe it. Some of my enemies have threatened to kill me, and they have made a number of other threats.
In fact, three or four of my enemies actually tried to murder me and it turned into a kill or be killed scenario like, “Look, someone is going to get killed here and it’s either him or me. I say it’s him that’s going to get killed.” I can’t discuss the outcomes of these homicidal altercations, but I assure you that for at least one of my enemies, it was very bad indeed. At the very least, he got a number of broken bones. I don’t know the actual results of my attack or even whether I killed him or not because I didn’t stick around long enough to find out.
My enemies have told me that they are going to destroy my life in all these different ways. My enemies have called me every insult you could ever think of, but when they insult me personally, it’s never on any of the bases above. Even my worst enemies conceded that I am goodlooking, very smart, good socially, a good writer and good with women.
Since they have called me just about everything else you can call a man, I would assume if there was any truth to that stuff, they would have called me that. Instead, in real life, people have insulted me the same way that any normal human insults anyone.
When sane people insult someone, they look for something that is sort of true about the person and then hammer away at that. They go straight for the person’s Achilles Heels or they bring up an obvious flaw that the person has. That’s why we call it “hitting a raw nerve.”
You don’t attack a beautiful person by calling them ugly. People would think you were nuts. You don’t attack a smart person by calling them stupid. People would think you were an idiot.
For an insult to work in real life, there has to be at least the perception that there is a certain amount of truth there. Of course, I have been called all sorry of names and attacked in all sorts of ways, but generally the attacks were on the sort that “hit a raw nerve” in that, I hate to say it, but there was a certain amount of truth to the charge or at the very least you could see why someone would say that about me.
I have been told that people’s true personalities come out on the Net. That is a terrifying statement because it means that countless people are absolutely worthless garbage who don’t even deserve to live. In fact, I would say they were not even human.
The most evil people I have ever met in my entire life were mostly on the Net, and I’ve met some really bad people in real life.
8 thoughts on “Why the Internet Sucks”
The real point is why should you even care what internet trolls think of you.
I haven’t met you in real (would love to someday) but you seem like an incredibly inspiring person. I’m sure if a couple of things had gone your way, you’d have been a distinguished academic by now, a Rhodes scholar or even a Nobel prize winner in Economics. It’s never too late to become something you truly wanted to be.
The only solution is to get rid of the jewish elite.
Good Sir – Most people are just projecting how insane they are – and you’re just the person they’re scapegoating.
It’s odd how people only insult you after you made them mad, then they bring up some precieved fault, the worst ones being something you have no control over, like “Oh your so fat etc.. 🙄 “
The many insults thrown toward non-whites etc.. on Stormfront eventually become redundant. The outright and “under the radar” attacks lose thier power. 🙄
Of course when it comes to degrading insults, two can play that game. 🙄
Too many bullying insults going one way have an effect of making the victim a hero, as is the case often with white nationalists, especially the rude ones on internet forums.
It’s kind of like that Russian guy pounding into Rocky, only to have the Russian crowd eventually cheer for Rocky.
But all groups want to make the other guy look like an asshole. In other words, it’s the other guy bullying me, crucifying me etc.. 🙄 On Stormfront though (and countless other forums, blogs), they’re doing a poor job at that, constantly putting out an image of bullying and “no humility”.