[Onkel Neal]

Originally Posted by Dread Knot

Considering his rather mysgonist outlook, I looked through the manifesto for instances where he was wronged by women. Oddly enough, there are none, unless we count a girl who pushed and yelled at him in childhood, because he first bumped into her. Other examples are of the type where a woman he smiled at didn't smile back, where a woman he said "hi" to, didn't respond. If female rejection was what he mostly blamed for his suffering, where is that rejection in his manifesto? Or did he expect women to flock to him, without any necessity to make an effort to meet them or talk to them?

I cannot say for certain. But the impression I got is that he never lifted a finger to approach women at all. Females were simply supposed to fling themselves at him, and when they did not, like some angry, neglected god he felt there had to be retribution. Seems he saw women as trophies and utilities that should have read his mind and put out.

If anything, the actual named women in his life were all overly kind to him, with the possible exception of his stepmother who tried to set limits to his behavior and assigned him chores such as cleaning which he felt were beneath him and belonged to the hired help.

While I definitely don't want to lay blame at his parents' feet, I wonder if here was another kid who had never had to deal with real, naturally occurring, age appropriate disappointment and thus failed to learned how to cope with the simple fact that we don't always get what we want. Seems like there is a growing population of frustrated narcissists out there, and one wonders if it might stem (partly) from always getting their way. Never having to go through life hearing the unfamiliar word, 'No.' This quote from his manifesto might be insight to the failure of healthy childhood maturation:

"At mother’s house, all of my needs were met with excellent precision, whereas at father’s house…"

Combine that with disgust at having to do chores he thought the 'help' should do, scream about a sense of entitlement worthy of the most stubborn, spoiled two-year-brat.

Yeah, exactly. It's not just his hatred of women that floors me. He has an unbelieveablely over-inflated opinion of himself...and he's always running to mamma for money, laptops, games, etc. Christ, that boy was a mess. I am in no position to judge, but all the instances in his life where he could not cope with daily things...that should have tripped some alarm bells.

On the day after, I almost got into a physical fight with Angel. The ugly pig kept acting as if girls
thought he was more attractive than me. Hah! I am a beautiful, magnificent gentleman and he is a low-
class, pig-faced thug. I had enough of his cocksure attitude, and I started to call him exactly what he was.
I tried to insult him as much as I could, telling him how superior I am to him, and saying that he was low-
class. He tried to attack me, but Ryan, being the more mellow of the two, held him back. A pity, I was
itching for a chance to hurt that obnoxious little animal. Though I suppose it was for the best… My life
was too important to risk doing anything rash.

In a panic, I immediately called my mother as soon as I could and told her of the dire situation. There
was no way I could live with those two imbeciles for the whole college year. They already ruined my
weekend. My mother agreed that I needed to get out of there, so I went to the leasing office and
explained to the manager everything that happened. He told me that there was another room available
for me to transfer to, but it would cost one hundred more dollars a month, because it was a larger two
bedroom unit and I would only be sharing it with one housemate, who would occupy the other room. I
called my mother and she gave me permission to go through with it. I signed the new lease, arranging to
transfer when the room became available in September. I would have to bear living with them for the
rest of the month until then.
To help get through the month, my mother let me come home every weekend until I was able to
transfer to the new apartment.

I would only stay in Santa Barbara during the weekdays, but on those
weekdays Angel and Ryan went out of their way to make my life a living hell. Every time they went out
they kept yelling to me how they’re going to sleep with hot girls that night. I knew they were just lying to
make me jealous. They always made fun of me for being a virgin. At night, they frequently made noise to
wake me up. I was literally being bullied, and it was truly horrific. I wanted to kill them both, but of
course I was smart enough not to go through with that desire. All I could do was remember every single
insult, so I can get revenge in a more efficient way in the future. That is who I am. I don’t act stupidly or
rashly. I remember every insult, and I wait until the time is right to strike. When that time comes, I will
crush all of my enemies in the most devastating and catastrophic way possible, and the results will be
beautiful.

I was glad that she moved to a better place, but I would have much rather she got married to a
wealthy man and moved into his mansion. Even though she was no longer seeing Jack, she dated other
men of high class. She had a special way of charming them. I continued to pester her to get married so that I can be part of an upper classfamily and enjoy allthe benefitsthat would come with that, butshe
always refused, claiming thatshe never wants to getmarried due to her unpleasant experiences with
my father. I told her that she should suffer through any negative aspects of marriage just for my sake,
because it would completely save my life, but she still refused.