My most vivid childhood memory, at the age of four, was when my mother took me outside of her parent’s apartment and led me to her car. She drove away…

When I was five, my dad, my older brother, and me, moved into a rented first floor. My dad paid the landlady to take care of me. The landlady has a daughter and a son and I played with them frequently. The landlady would say to her children that I was a dirty little boy and that I deserved to be lonely.

When I was eight, my dad married my step-mom, whom always criticized me. My brother moved away, with his girlfriend, for university. We moved to a town house and in a different city.

Eventually, my step grandma moved in with us. She would say shit like you are worse than a pet dog and that your mother made a good decision to leave you, sometimes my step-mom would chime in as well.

In grade 5, I felt that I was in love with this girl named E. I excitedly hanged out with E and R during recess and lunch. Ever since grade 4, I was a compulsive crier. My self-esteem was incredibly low due to my family and I always felt attacked and unwanted. So whenever people teased or stressed me out I would cry. One day I wrote E a stupid poem and gave it to her. Then everyone in class knew I liked her.

In grade 6, this guy named D would roughhouse me. He has done stuff like sat on me, spit on me, put me in a headlock in front of the classroom, and stabbed me. To be fair, I was bored one day and I scratched D with a pencil, I did not want to get in trouble so I said he could get me back. He stabbed me with his mechanical pencil in the hand and I started spurting out bleed. I made a big scene, in front of everyone, because I never saw so much blood come out of anywhere except for my nose.

E, told me that I would make the perfect boyfriend (translation: perfect ass kisser) but my crying face was ugly and that I dressed poorly. E and R thought that D was the best-looking guy in our class. When it was E’s birthday she invited D, and I was not invited. D did not go and he told me it was because of me.

Grade 7 came along and almost no one liked me. The guys did not like me because in grade 6 I hanged out with E and R instead of playing sports with them. I think, because D did not go to E’s birthday, the girls shunned me. (Low social status)

R and I had a weird flirty relationship. I was aloof towards her because I was obsessed with E. I remember she said that girls feel pain when they are kicked in the crotch too because they have a bone there. To prove her point, she let me graze her crotch with my foot.

Near the end of grade 7, I was sitting with R and E nostalgically. D came over and repeatedly whacked me with his knees. I tried ignoring D but eventually he said, “I’m trying to teach him how to defend himself.” I got angry, started crying, and started slapping D like a sissy.

Guess what R wanted? She wanted the D… for her first boyfriend. Thankfully, my compulsive crying stopped in the beginning of high school. (grade 8)

In summary, damaged, weak and second shortest boy in class loses; good looking, dominate and taller bad boy wins.

RedPill lessons:

  1. Hypergamy tendencies start when they get their first period; hypergamy hardwired them to find the fittest guy they can get, they cannot help themselves.

  2. Dress well.

  3. Feelings of "love" is all in your head; cut that shit out. Love, but not the romance novel kind.

  4. Do not let people stab you.

  5. Learn how to fight or grapple.

  6. Never neglect your bros they are more loyal than girls.

P.S. I'm working on a blog directed at short men because we get shit tested everywhere in life even on TRP, my childhood is depressing but I'm going through my past to find redpill examples and will write more positive posts. http://www.shortmanlife.com/my-first-tangle-with-hypergamy/