TOPIC: On a Scale of 1-10 - How Popular Were You In Highschool

yeah it doesn't matter, but I just want to know for my own info

I was a 6.25 (that might be perfect) on average.
Senior year I was an 8.
google: Chris GoodLookingLoser Highschool Popularity

it's funny, the only re-occuring dreams I have are from high school. Sometimes academic, sometimes social.

Last night I beat the shit out of some kid that bullied me in middle school. He was older than I was, so I didn't have chance to get him after I got big in highschool. (I was still weak, but most high school kids can't bench their own weight)

Middle school/Highschool was brutal, I was bullied (not a lot) and I bullied other kids (something I regret), the entire social heirarcy was fucked. Once I put on some muscle (obsession with lifting naturally), nobody fucked with me.

Call me Mike Cernovich***, but to this day I'd still like to smash anyone that ever fucked with me - anyone that I haven't already gotten back in some shape of form. (I don't think about this stuff but maybe 1 or 2 times a time though).

But when I randomly hear about what people are doing with their lives or see pictures on social media of the 2 or 3 kids that I still dislike, they are married to whales (since they had to settle), out of shape, have a underpaided job they hate and are in debt. American dream 2.0. It's hard to hold a grudge against someone in these circumstances.

*** www.dangerandplay.com/2014/07/11/facts-mike-danger (see #4)

I'll talk about 'grudges' sometime - they can be healthy if they motivate you, but not consume you

8 during my senior year, known for being a player that could get girls easily (which was not totally true). Some hated me, others loved me.. Weird ass shit haha

Maybe like a 3. My only friends were pretty much guys I played sports with. I wrestled for 4 years, so I had some good friends on the team. Never had any girls that were friends and barely talked to many people. People didn't hate me, they just didn't notice me.

Edit: I was never bullied that much. Especially junior and senior year when I had some decent muscle mass. However, I never went to a single homecoming or prom.

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Like a 2 in first year of high school cause i was a nerd then in second year i blew up cause i was a funny cunt and started selling sweets. Then got progressively worse and ended up at like a 3 at the end of high school.

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Probably between 3 - 5. So make that an average 4. Virgin all 3 years and only one other guy in class (who of course was an alpha/natural).

Good Looking Loser wrote: But when I randomly hear about what people are doing with their lives or see pictures on social media of the 2 or 3 kids that I still dislike, they are married to whales (since they had to settle), out of shape, have a underpaided job they hate and are in debt. American dream 2.0. It's hard to hold a grudge against someone in these circumstances.

Thank god I'm not the only one thinking and seeing this! I'm almost 26 and kids couldn't be further from my mind. Just on this earth to have fun.

What's fucked up is how so many people just pull this standard template through life, upon themselves, like it's the ideal way to live. I see it all the time, like for instance in the hardware store a week ago: a couple behind me in the queue. I looked at her once and then at him and thought "good luck with that bro" (she was a whale and neither of them had style bit white trashy perhaps). It just seems that some guys feel they need to settle before 30 or something.

So they end up with an ugly and/or fat woman. And this is why the divorce ratio in Denmark is 48% I believe (what is it in the states?). Men are gatekeepers of commitment and when we let a woman in, we are obviously not gatekeepers anymore. She is a gatekeeper of sex and will still be, when we are not gatekeepers of commitment anymore. Just some thoughts.

Yeah, as a high school kid/minor --- you will never regret kicking someone's ass.

Mr. Lucky Ruffiano wrote: In 9th grade I had below average popularity. There was this fat fucking loser piece of shit who would bully me in 9th and 10th grade. He would insult me, the worst one being him saying that he fucked my mother. As a Latin guy, you don't insult no guys mother! This made me hate his guts. He would make me very angry. It also turns out that this fat ugly motherfucker bullied all these other kids, and lots of guys wanted to kick his ass. One day in 10th grade I had enough of this dipshit. He challenges me to a fight during which a school rally was supposed to take place. We both agreed to meet at the quad area of the school. Ultimately, I do gotta say that I was at the right place at the right time. The rally was over and all the students were exiting the gym where the event took place, passing through the quad area making their way to class. Haha this guy was being a total bitch when it came down to it. A guy who was next to me however handed me a small tiny water bottle that was full of water. I then decide to approach this cowardly motherfucker, and in front of everyone, I emptied out the water bottle in his face. Hahahaha all the guys who saw me pull that off started hollering because it happened. This prick then starts charging towards me, and I charge even harder towards him throwing a punch right to his cheekbone greatly phasing this guy. He was barely able to throw punches around my stomach area, all while I keep charging at him throwing punches on both his cheekbones. He was losing badly, and I was only beginning! I had my agenda of getting his ass to the ground and grabbing the aluminum trashcan conveniently next to me and smashing his face with it. I didn't care if this prick went to the hospital. Anyway, security immediately came by to stop the fight before it even started. One of them tried to subdue me grabbing me from behind, only for me to elbow his face getting him off my back. All which resulted in the entire student body out in the quad screaming and cheering me on. My fists were up in the air in a Rocky Balboa sort of fashion absorbing the enthusiastic praise of the entire student body. Low and behold comes another security guard, who tackles me from behind out of nowhere slamming my chest against this nearby bench. I couldn't resist any longer, I wasn't able to breath and was subdued being placed in handcuffs. Haha I nearly got arrested for assaulting an officer. But instead I only got suspended for 5 days. Next thing you know, I became an overnight star upon returning to school. My popularity went from below average to well above average (7/10).

I really don't know... What constitutes as "average popularity"? Part of me feels like when I reflect on my past, I make it out to be worse then it really was... At the same time, when I line the facts of what really happened... it really wasn't very pleasant.

I was a scrawny mouthy kid as a freshman, drew the wrong kind of attention from the wrong kind of people. It was to the point that my main goal was "not to be fucked with".

I did manage to have a small group of friends, other disgruntled angry kids, we spent most of our free time weight lifting and fighting with each other. By fighting I mean that we would wrestle, and also beat the shit out of each other while wearing 8 oz boxing gloves.

*I will say, that I did have some "normal" friends too...

If I wasn't doing that I was wasting excessive hours playing computer games or Nintendo 64.

I really didn't interact with other kids much, and if I did, it was generally a sincere and angry challenge to fight. I 100% would have fought anyone at the drop of a hat back in those days. When I talked shit I would back it up, or do the best I could with my hands and legs. Interestingly enough, I only got in 4 actual "fights" (in high school) I'm not sure if you can even call them that. 3 of them were on school property with other students who were significantly bigger then me, I was on the losing end of all three of those "fights" before they were broken up by school officials. The fourth was with a kid of equal size to me, I remember almost laughing as I watched his fist fly through the air at me, so easy to dodge. That fight ended with his head going into a cinder block wall and me running away before the police showed up. Don't worry, he wasn't hurt nearly as badly as you might think.

I had multiple(many) students cower and beg for mercy one of which at my feet (think fetal position), to my credit, I was merciful.

We were more about proving a point then causing harm, if that makes sense. I offered to fight cinder block wall kid with gloves, thats when he decided to throw the first punch... Also, me and my friends never had the intention of "jumping" someone. We wanted to fight 1v1, we were more or less there to make sure the fight went clean, if one of us ended up on the losing end, being mercilessly beaten, then a full out brawl would have broken out... thankfully things never got to that point.

I sincerely believe by the end of my senior year, 50-75% of the student body knew who we were and were afraid. We never really instigated or started fights, but were always looking for even the slightest excuse for one to start. I definitely had a reputation, and not a very good one. One of my better friends in high school came from a very broken family, his older brother was "muscle" for a local loan shark. I'm not sure how known that was or not.

I only ever went to one school dance in high-school, I was approached in-front of the student body by the local police for "stalking" one of the hot girls in school.

On my graduation day of high school I had never even held a girls hand.

Those are the facts, I have no idea how that ranks on a scale from 1-10. I'm guessing not very high.

Wow, chris didn't expect this kind of thread from you. Well, I probably was well below 5. I wasn't popular. I had very few friends and most of the popular kids were either too caught up in themselves to notice me or they bullied me.

I was considered a nerd or a loser. I wore glasses, clothes that weren't in style, and people seemed to think my voice was funny because I spoke proper English. Girls never wanted to date me and the only thing I drew from them was pity when they saw me getting harassed by their asshole boyfriends or some dick looking for 15 minutes of fame.

I didn't get into many fights. I was afraid to get into fights because I didn't want to get in trouble and I wasn't sure I could win against the person challenging me. I was very passive and somewhat of a goody two shoes. Consequences were like staring death in the eye. I had very low self-esteem. But boy, I had days where I wanted to fight these guys and make them pay. I thought weight-lifting was my ticket there but I was inexperienced and lacked motivation to get huge, so I did nothing.

I still recall every instance of being bullied in vivid detail and sometimes I wish I could turn back the clock and fuck up every kid who ever pissed me off. I remember I had a list of guys I wanted to beat up before graduation. Sadly, I only beat up one kid and it was outside of school and it was someone I used to think was my friend. Another kid, some trailer park thrash I befriended suddenly wanted to be a cocky bad ass and started fucking with me. We fought 1 time in 8th grade and i made him my bitch. It was the one time even the kids who bullied me respected me.

I think it bothered him because he kept denying I won but anyone who saw it live knew. I realize anytime I pose a threat to anyone they try their best to keep me down so it doesn't happen again. Ironically, him and the other guy joined the military. I personally feel like they knew they were pussies and needed to toughen up.

I go on fb and look up everyone I went to school with. I won't lie. Some of them are actually happy, married, and have good jobs. a lot of girls I used to think were hot are now fat or look old as shit.

It has really taught me a lot. I use my past to help me move forward. I'm a lot different now than I was then. As for how I feel about these guys now? It depends. I've run into some here and there and we usually nod or say what's up. Others I believe still haven't matured. I get the impression they be like "remember when I used to fuck you up?" Now, i'd be like "yeah, but I bet you're smart enough not to try it again."

I was very popular. Not trying to sound arrogant. I was probably 9-10/10. I went to a high school with 2400 people and I would be surprised if there was someone in the school who hadn't at least heard of me. I was a well known football recruit and I was valedictorian
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This doesn't mean I was always well liked though. I think most people thought I was arrogant, and a lot of girls thought I was a player (I was). Oh well. College was pretty similar.