i dont really know what exactly it means to be a trucel moment but if it means just pathetic moment then i have a lot of those. just some off top of my head. i've wrote about these in detail in other threads:
1) 4th grade i was getting bullied by a few boys everyday. teacher knew. principal knew. other classes knew. nobody cared. then one day they steal my glasses and throw them on the floor and threaten to step on them if i don't beg correctly. im pathetically crying begging for my glasses like a weak trucel bitch and no matter what i say they keep bullying me. out of nowhere this german bitch fucks them up and gives me back my glasses. for the next few weeks i was her bitch and would walk around her like a parasite because the boys wouldn't bully me if she was nearby. one time a boy pushed her in the hallway to get back at me and it was like a hivemind: all the nearby girls came to swam him he had to run away. i coudln't even do anything. i hid behind some lockers cuz i didnt want him to see me. He got disciplined later because he was teasing the girls. Only when the girls are in trouble is when the school stepped in. Fuck me I guess.
2) Freshman year high school. First week of school. I tried to make friends but was ultimately too shy so kept to myself mostly. I think a teacher or guidance counselor noticed I was alone all the time so she told me to put myself out there and make friends. Talk to strangers. "They won't bite" she said. So second week I find a table during lunch and sit there. It was completely empty. My plan was that it would fill up eventually and people would notice me and start talking to me and that is how I'd make friends. So I'm eating and it is slowly filling up but everybody is eating to one side of the table. They are completely abandoning my side. As it starts getting full a Chad comes over and asks who I am. I said my name like a dumbass because I thought he was being friendly. He asked who said I could sit there. I said nobody but it was empty when I got here so I'm allowed to sit here. I even went autistic and said I'm eating lunch and this is a lunch table. He got smart-alicky and started commenting shit about me. The table was pretty quiet then he got up and asked who's backpack was on the table. I said it was my backpack. He got it and chucked it across the lunch room to the floor. A loud "bang" happened and I knew he broke the spine of one of my textbooks. The whole table laughed. I went to go get my backpack and when I went back he was in my seat and my food was on the floor. I told him to move but he said "What are you going to do about it?" I just picked up my tray and threw the food away then went into the bathroom. I could hear the whole table still laughing as I was walking away. That's when I started taking my food to the bathroom during lunch.
3) Junior year high school. For some reason everyone kept calling me "Daniel" because they said we looked alike. Every morning I would step into my first period classroom and start studying or doing homework from the night before. It was usually just me and the teacher. I would say she could have been in her 50s. She would grade papers while listening to oldies. One day I walk in and start studying as usual. "Daniel. Daniel. Daniel....DANIEL..." I keep studying. I see her loom over me. "Do we have an attitude problem, Daniel?" she tells me. I don't look up to her because I'm a coward but I just say, "Ummm...I'm Pumkin." She walks back to her desk and checks her roster. Then she says, "Oh my God I'm so sorry Pumkin. I thought you were Daniel! I apologize. Look you can't keep coming into the classroom in the morning. What if I need to step out? I can't leave you here by yourself. It's policy. Don't you want to talk to your friends? Got a study buddy?" I sheepishly told her I didn't have any and nobody talks to me. She let out a big sigh. She said she needs to grade in peace and she can't with me in the classroom. I said okay and began to study right outside the door, on the floor, in the hallway. Sometimes the janitors would be cleaning the hallway floors before school so I would study on the steps at the exit of the school since nobody was there. It was near the teacher's parking lot so that is the "entrance" the teachers would use to enter school. We would spot each other a lot. After about a month she told me to follow her into the classroom. When we got inside she asked if I've made any friends yet or talked to anybody. I said I tried but no. She let out a big sigh. She then said I could come into the classroom in the mornings and study at my desk but if a principal or anybody sees me that I wasn't to say anything. She was one of the handful of teachers that actually knew my name and I used to give all my teachers holiday cards. She was the only teacher that gave me a card back. Out of all my high school years she was the only female that even talked to me even though our talks were brief.
I was going to post more but it is late and I just got really sad all a sudden. I'm going to bed.
