Introduction:

Two months ago, someone over on AskTRP asked "What is the most blue pill thing you've ever done?"

I posted my story pretty late, but it still managed to rise up to 3rd top comment just because of how, for absolute lack of a better word, cringeworthy it was.

I've retold it a few times, but at an EC's suggestion, here it is in it's full glory in its own thread.

EDIT: This story is from 10 years ago. Since then, I was a BP incel virgin idiot until finding TRP last December.

Now, I'm just an idiot with 1 FWB, learning to lift, fighting PIED, reading the sidebar, teaching myself sales, marketing & stock analysis, and asking dumb questions on TRP. So, you know, progress.

Body:

Oh, strap yourselves in. This one is a doozie.

Bear witness to a teenage beta (omega?) bucks so far gone you'll need to surgically remove the cringe off your face:

I'm about 14 or so. And you know that one dude in your classroom who was smart as fuck and that's all he had going for him? Clone him about 6 times, merge their egos into one socially clueless asshole and you've got me on my least autistic day.

I went to a very small boarding school. The entire student body was about 150 kids. So everybody knew everybody, and everybody knew I was a jackass.

I didn't give much of a shit. But what my iamverysmart attitude did NOT account for was puberty. Hormones kicked in. I had a ridiculous growth spurt that left stretch marks on all my joints. And I started feeling... tinglings towards women.

Naturally, I had to aim WAAAYYYY out of my league and started crushing on the prettiest girl in class.

For 4 months, I was Orbiter Supreme.

• She needed help with her school work? Fuck it, copy my shit word for word. I'll rewrite it later, so she doesn't seem like a cheat.

• Playing Tekken 3/4 on the weekends? I'd always pass up my turn, so she'd play. Or I'd gladly use it to button mash and beat whoever kept beating her, then let her continue.

• Mom brought a home cooked meal on weekends? I delivered it straight to the girls dorm, so she'd have it. She'd have a friend bring back the empty containers and I'd ask if they enjoyed it and might have any leftovers I'd eat.

• Watching a movie? She'd ask me to sit in such a way she'd use my thighs as a foot stool. I remember even saying she never needed to take off her shoes.

Pretty bad, right? It gets worse.

Everybody made fun of me because it was grossly apparent I was getting less action than the Virgin Mary.

In my head, I kept telling myself that their insults didn't matter because I was "making progress" with my oneitis.

But God is one cruel playwright who'd gotten bored of this and decided to create a plot twist.

In the voice of a fighting game announcer, "A NEW CHALLENGER APPEARS."

Cue a new student joining our school. Tall, athletic, a bit older, good looking.

As you can guess, he's the AF side of the equation.

And my oneitis that I'd spent months debasing myself to win her affections swooned.

They started dating. And my dumb ass thought the only shot I had was turning everything up to 11.

I gathered the whole school and challenged this dude to a fight over who my oneitis gets to date.

The worst part is that this guy was such a bro. I was going at him like a rabid dog, but in retrospect, he was completely in control of the "fight."

I say he was such a bro because actually made it look fair AND didn't hit me in the face AND dragged it out long enough that teachers stopped us, so it looked like a draw and I wouldn't lose face.

As you can imagine, my oneitis got weirded out. She started avoiding me and I could not figure out why.

Had I not fought hard enough for her? Did I need to prove myself more? What else can I do?

A "friend" suggested I confess my feelings. I sat and listened to this guy feed me lines like I was some nervous teen celebrity about to present my first award show on television.

I gather my courage and ask her to come somewhere secluded. It was at night because I wanted it to be under the stars.

I repeated the lines I was fed and couldn't even open my eyes to look her in te face as I said them.

Unsurprisingly, she turned me down. That said, she wasn't harsh about it.

I mumbled "okay", went back into the dorm, climbed in my bed, and proceeded to cry into a pillow so hard my body was shaking.

Ever since that day, I have basically psycholgocially castrated myself.

I had a few girls get a crush on me. I never acted on them. I didn't know how (cue binging on PUA materials I never applied) and I couldn't bring myself to do it.

I started becoming more popular as I learned to tone down the Braniac and develop charm.

But I always believed that watching porn and jacking off was my position in life. And all I could do was watch others have girlfriends, sex lives, and share stories about it.

It didn't help that one girl told me that my penis would only piss and get washed the rest of my life. Even when I was popular at the time.

It doesn't help that my first & only kiss (pre-TRP) was from a girl I realised I've been orbiting as her "best friend" for 8 years.

I ask her if she can hook me up with her hot friends, she says no because TRP-me can escalate and is a douche for it. (Check my thread history)

I got Blue Pill baggage out the ass, so I chuckle when I see stories like OP's and I gotta give them heart.

Conclusion:

• No matter your BP past, it could be worse.

• No matter your BP past, change is still possible.

• Someone flair me as King of the Blue Pill Mountain already. lol