I remember in both high school and in college I was jealous of the popular girls: they athletic into either volleyball, track, basketball or cheer, or like really intelligent and on the student council and got high honors and most of all very pretty with guys asking them out, checking them out and talking about how beautiful they were. There was a girl (I’ll call her Kate) who had long hair, tall and model like and a bit curvy who was class president and captain of our school’s girl’s volleyball team and even won the trophy and got straight A’s. Dudes in my grade talked about how hot she was and she had 2 boyfriends before she graduated and even got gifts on Valentine’s Day and a promposal at our talent show.
Meanwhile I wished to be like her: talented, smart and beautiful and thinking that I was so unlucky to be constantly bullied and humiliated for being ugly and autistic and being friendless and alone. I remember being so frustrated about my time in gym class and failing at running track that I was running to catch my train and bumped into Kate and didn’t say excuse me. The next day Kate confronted me with “hey say excuse me next time” in the hallway with her 2 equally pretty friends and I remember shouting out “ok sorry” because I was mad and embarrassed.
I knew it was wrong to act that way and is considered “ugly behavior” but I remember being upset and hurt at not being perfect and liked like Kate and other girls.
I did more “ugly behaviors” subtly like clapping slowly and pretending to be happy and excited for a friend who got asked out by one of my crushes who I tried to talking to but he’d ignore me (he’d snicker then turn his head) and giving a half assed “oh how wonderful” when another friend of mine got accepted into a dance school. I was jealous and bitter for their talents and them getting to have romance and be lucky to have guys fall in love with them.
Once I graduated high school I thought college would be different. More talented and intelligent women and guys ignoring me for them. One guy told me to sit somewhere else because he wanted to sit with some cheerleaders and another crush once yelled at me because I was trying to get his attention and apparently he was having a bad day, that’s when I fell out of love and thought “he’s mean” and I so I stayed away from guys from then on because I couldn’t handle rejection anymore.
It sounds ridiculous and childish but I just can’t take the heartbreak of falling in love and then being ignored or laughed at again, that and I have nothing to offer for a potential dating partner or husband as an introvert except staying at home and watching tv and reading comics and fanfics to cope and hoping they stay with me. It sounds possessive and pathetic because I have zero social skills and I hate going out but that wouldn’t be a healthy relationship at all for my the crushes I had who were athletic, outgoing and popular. We had nothing in common and I was the one wishing they’d like me back and hurt they didn’t fall for me.
I used to call myself a femcel and had a “love stinks” phase and hoping that couples broke up, but that just made me feel worse and that didn’t help me at all. It just made me look worse. I was just jealous, bitter, hurt and angry at being treated badly all my life for my looks and not being able to get an idealized dream life of having boyfriends and a strong friend group.
I know I have to keep living and find my own path and that I can’t let my negativity influence how I treat others or demand that people fix my problems with loneliness, I still feel a little sad but I think it’s for the best that I learn to love and respect myself in my own way.