Alright just a quick story for those young guys and even older guys who are, let's say, "labeled" unflatteringly by their current peer group.
I'm in my mid 30's now leading a fucking AWESOME life, but back in grade school and leading to high school I was a scrawny introvert only child with no real friends because my parents weren't smart enough to enroll me in things like sports that would allow me access to a decent life with my peers by making actual friends.
I wasn't weird, and I was actually better looking than a lot of the kids who picked on me, I just wasn't part of the "in" crowd so therefor I was the outsider that all the cool kids could make fun of together so that they didn't have to make fun of each other. All groups need an enemy, if you aren't in the group, you are the enemy.
This constant verbal abuse and stress led to me not surprisingly hating school and failing every single class including gym. I would skip school all the time, teachers actually made fun of me with the kids when they weren't busy telling me I would never amount to anything (I'm not making this up in the slightest).
Keep in mind, I had never done drugs, been loud, caused a scene, or disobeyed authority, yet teachers would actually participate in laughing at jokes made at my expense, tell me I was essentially garbage, or just turn a blind I all together. I would get physically ill at the thought of going to even one day of classes and taking more humiliation.
My father had died the summer of my freshman year, my mother was tortured at how her smart as a whip son was so against school because of course I could never humiliate myself more by telling her I was a loser who had no friends and was constantly made fun of.
This led to basically an intervention just before the end of my sophomore year, staged for the kids who were just heading for the brick wall. Teachers (the good ones who I didn't have), guidance counselors, the principal, my mother, me all sitting at a big round table for a last ditch effort to fix a broken kid.
This is where my mother was pitched on a program called "Alternative Education" a new program where a small building had been rented to create a new school for the three surrounding towns, for the most "lost" kids to have tiny classrooms with the best of the best new age teachers, shorter hours leaving more time for job training and work study, team building, trips, etc.
My mom was on board in the first two minutes and the fact that I could get out of the hellish high school I was in was enough for me to give it a shot.
Cut to a few months later, it is the first day of school in the new alternative ed building in the next town.
This first day of school changed the course of my life forever. It taught me red pill long before red pill, it taught me women, it taught me social hierarchy, all of this, I shit you not, IN.ONE.DAY, the rest was just daily reinforcement of these teachings but I'm skipping ahead.
See this wasn't just the first day of school like any other, this was literally THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL FOR EVERYONE THERE.
Virtually none of the 50 or so kids knew each other, we were all from multiple schools in multiple towns. As we all stood in the giant room that would be the cafeteria, what I saw was incredible, it was like a school dance in 8th grade, with the boys on one side, the girls on the other, but with each boy and girl standing alone, not sure where they should be, afraid, having no group, no identity NO STATUS.
Didn't matter if they were good looking, jacked, funny, smart, how they dressed, none of it, because they had no group, it was starting from scratch, their previous "label" had been stripped away, their former status was null and void, we are all on the island now.
For whatever reason, this made perfect sense to me at 15, probably because I was home watching the Discovery channel every Friday night instead of fucking girls.
I walked up to what you guys would call a complete Chad, basketball player type good looking kid, wearing Abercrombie (at the time, THE brand of clothes for the cool kids) and I made some joke that I've long since forgotten about the situation.
He laughed, and we were instantly friends, two wolves banding together even though he was alpha and I was beta, the alpha wolf doesn't ever want to be a lone wolf, lone wolves get slaughtered, he in only alpha with his pack.
We in that moment, had begun the pack, the cool pack. He had no idea I wasn't cool, in his mind I was as alpha as him, perhaps more so because I had initiated the conversation, made him laugh, put him at ease, taken control.
Immediately others began seeking us out for our approval to join in and latch on to a group.
These kids were a mix of everything, the short tempered ones who got into constant fist fights, the drug addicts, the whores, the smart asses that hated authority.
I won't drone on about the evolution, but in one day I had become the coolest kid in school and remained that way for the two remaining years of high school. I was alpha as fuck to all the girls, girls so fucking hot I couldn't believe it (I mean sure they were the school whores, but they were HB8's and 9's) My lack of muscles at the time was meaningless, I was a leader, I was hilarious, I was liked by everyone so that made me sexy to them.
Alpha Chad was in fact a basketball player, probably a solid 9.5 to any girl, good enough of a ball player to make pussies wet, but not enough for a scholarship hence why his failing ass got shipped to Alt Ed. He taught me how to play basketball, took my in the school gym and got me in good enough shape to look good with my shirt off which was just fine in those days.
The point of this story is to remind you that if you are stuck in a shitty label, or shitty area, you can change it, you can change the scenery and be the anyone you want to be.
People believe what you show them, this is repeated over and over in red pill. You could lift all day, dress better, learn all the cool phrases to make chicks swoon, but if you are the geek, or the loser in your school/town/job you may not get the response you really want, you may just have to change your zip code.
If I had returned that first day of Junior year to my old high school, I would have been suicidal, I probably would have stayed a virgin for years, god knows where my life would be today, but that one freak stroke of luck that sent me to a new place with a brand new identity taught me everything about life.
Today, kids from my first horror high school friend me left and right on social media, word got around how successful I became, they all pretend like we were "friends" and ask me for advice on starting their own businesses, or ask to go out for beers so they can suck up to me. I hear from others how some people say "I can't believe it, he was such a fucking loser, did he go on one of those extreme makeover shows or something? he just got lucky, he was too dumb to ever make that kind of money, probably inherited it, fucking faggot"
The kids from my awesome high school do the same, but they aren't surprised, they all say, "we knew you'd fucking kill it man, you were the coolest guy, always so smart"
Funny how the same person can be the sexiest guy in the room or the cringiest, just depends on the story that's been told to the people looking.