Sometimes I break down in tears when I pass my old school, or pass by a school or university setting (Youngcels look forward to this).

[Incel_Doomer]

(No I didn't go to school in the 70s, it's just a relevant song.)

I can understand how combat veterans get freaked out by fireworks or a group of people in Islamic dress etc. I still live near my old secondary school and pass by it sometimes. I went to university far away, but going to a university town with all the student accommodation and cafes and students walking around etc. can do it too. It happened today. I don't know what it is exactly that sets it off, sometimes seeing the schoolkids/students in that setting doesn't have a big impact but sometimes I'm overwhelmed by waves of horrific sadness and just break down, thankfully I'm usually in the car, alone.

I get flashbacks to an awful time of my life, surrounded by bright, young people at the peak of their lives all with their friends and boyfriends, girlfriends and parties and me just alone. I actually tried to kill myself when I was 18, didn't work obviously. I knew then that it would never get better. But at least in adult life you're not surrounded by that context of people with lots of free time and energy and no responsibilities hooking up and socialising etc. There's something special about that time in your life that is imprinted on your brain for the rest of your life. If you had a happy time with friends, girlfriends and fun escapades you will always have that. If you were an outcast with no friends or girls interested in you then unfortunately that will cast a shadow over you until your dying day.

Joseph Szabo was a high school teacher in the US from the 70s to the 90s approximately and is the most famous teenage photographer I know. His stuff of course is dated now but still very good. This kind of thing I only experienced vicariously though TV, films etc.

 

[LeFrenchCel]

Me after seeing this post

 

[xkcdCleftcel]

 

[Stupid Clown]

Brutal

 

[Stupid Clown]

Veteran part is true. You form PTSD as an incel.

 

[Friezacel]

Mogs me for being able to cry

 

[Dneum912]

life is a joke and only a few get to live.

 

[WorthlessSlavicShit]

Same, walking by my old school gives me a feeling that is just barely describable. It's incredible, all of that, everything I went through there... and, it's just past now. Take away my memories, and it might as well never have happened, but it's something I still think about, constantly, even now in my mid-20s.

 

[OwariDa]

I’m in college rn and I see people live while I just exist

 

[automata99]

(No I didn't go to school in the 70s, it's just a relevant song.)

I can understand how combat veterans get freaked out by fireworks or a group of people in Islamic dress etc. I still live near my old secondary school and pass by it sometimes. I went to university far away, but going to a university town with all the student accommodation and cafes and students walking around etc. can do it too. It happened today. I don't know what it is exactly that sets it off, sometimes seeing the schoolkids/students in that setting doesn't have a big impact but sometimes I'm overwhelmed by waves of horrific sadness and just break down, thankfully I'm usually in the car, alone.

I get flashbacks to an awful time of my life, surrounded by bright, young people at the peak of their lives all with their friends and boyfriends, girlfriends and parties and me just alone. I actually tried to kill myself when I was 18, didn't work obviously. I knew then that it would never get better. But at least in adult life you're not surrounded by that context of people with lots of free time and energy and no responsibilities hooking up and socialising etc. There's something special about that time in your life that is imprinted on your brain for the rest of your life. If you had a happy time with friends, girlfriends and fun escapades you will always have that. If you were an outcast with no friends or girls interested in you then unfortunately that will cast a shadow over you until your dying day.

Joseph Szabo was a high school teacher in the US from the 70s to the 90s approximately and is the most famous teenage photographer I know. His stuff of course is dated now but still very good. This kind of thing I only experienced vicariously though TV, films etc.

Passing by schools I used to go to fill me with dread. Even going as far back as middle school. It's rough man

 

[MediumDiploma]

Walked past my schools a few times since graduating. Takes me down memory lane and the bad events and struggles. I wish I had finished the scores I had to settle.

 

[Top Red Garnacho]

Truecels have it worse than most war veterans.

No

 

[asocialcel]

Brutal yes I relate to you brocel

 

[Epedaphic]

I feel you man it’s tough to see that shit… it’s like a phase of my life that I can never get back or truly experience to it’s fullest. Not to say I’m not currently in such a phase as well

Also that second picture

 

[gotet]

We deserve better than this Bro. I wish you all the best and that you get laid in the future.

 

[Incel_Doomer]

Thanks for the good wishes guys.

 

[GooberMcKee]

Me after seeing this post

 

[Confessor]

(No I didn't go to school in the 70s, it's just a relevant song.)

I can understand how combat veterans get freaked out by fireworks or a group of people in Islamic dress etc. I still live near my old secondary school and pass by it sometimes. I went to university far away, but going to a university town with all the student accommodation and cafes and students walking around etc. can do it too. It happened today. I don't know what it is exactly that sets it off, sometimes seeing the schoolkids/students in that setting doesn't have a big impact but sometimes I'm overwhelmed by waves of horrific sadness and just break down, thankfully I'm usually in the car, alone.

I get flashbacks to an awful time of my life, surrounded by bright, young people at the peak of their lives all with their friends and boyfriends, girlfriends and parties and me just alone. I actually tried to kill myself when I was 18, didn't work obviously. I knew then that it would never get better. But at least in adult life you're not surrounded by that context of people with lots of free time and energy and no responsibilities hooking up and socialising etc. There's something special about that time in your life that is imprinted on your brain for the rest of your life. If you had a happy time with friends, girlfriends and fun escapades you will always have that. If you were an outcast with no friends or girls interested in you then unfortunately that will cast a shadow over you until your dying day.

Joseph Szabo was a high school teacher in the US from the 70s to the 90s approximately and is the most famous teenage photographer I know. His stuff of course is dated now but still very good. This kind of thing I only experienced vicariously though TV, films etc.

I am in College and I sometimes experience this when I see Highschoolers. I wasted so much. My teenage years were horrible and made worse by covid. I feel a gush of nostalgia everytime I see my old school.

 

[Jealous Freak]

I wish I got to know what it feels like to be in college and university. Mogs me for yyou actually having that opportunity, never made it past normal school.

 

[stalin22]

Time for vengeance

 

[Namtriz912]

I haven't been back since I left once I got expelled it was a rainy Tuesday and I never looked back, for anyone to reminisce about school despite having a poor experience surprises me.

 

[Abacaxi14]

I did not have a single friend in high school, let alome girlfriends.

I dont like to pass near my old highschool. I change my path to a longer one But I refuse to go near that building.

 

[decafincel]

Brutal young life pill

 

[decafincel]

 

[Lurkercel0]

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[Friezacel]

Mogs me for still being able to cry

 

[SupremeGentleCel]

Same here, but it´s better to let the past go.

 

[RandomGuy]

My skool was an old prison overcrowded with spics and nignog hood rats, some sleeping on the floor. No recreation and little outside light coming in. They put me in “vietnam block” after a riot. Violence reigned supreme.

 

[NatsumeSouseki]

I went back to my old middle school in the dead of the night just to take a look one day

It was slightly breezy and the wind whistled, it was dead silent besides that

Hadn’t been there in years but it was a weird feeling being there again and looking at all the old places I used to hang around.

I didn’t really feel sad, or happy for that matter.

I was just remembering a bygone era and then realizing what I am now

 

[Incel_Doomer]

I went back to my old middle school in the dead of the night just to take a look one day

It was slightly breezy and the wind whistled, it was dead silent besides that

Hadn’t been there in years but it was a weird feeling being there again and looking at all the old places I used to hang around.

I didn’t really feel sad, or happy for that matter.

I was just remembering a bygone era and then realizing what I am now

kenopsia

n. the eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that's usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet—a school hallway in the evening, an unlit office on a weekend, vacant fairgrounds—an...

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n. the eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that’s usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet—a school hallway in the evening, an unlit office on a weekend, vacant fairgrounds—an emotional afterimage that makes it seem not just empty but hyper-empty, with a total population in the negative, who are so conspicuously absent they glow like neon signs.