I Hate Being A Pakistani Pajeet

[SonOfElliotRodger]

This is brutal race pill. I know I mention this a lot but I fucking hate my ethnicity.

I was born and raised in the U.S but grew up in a Pakistani Pajeet family. The concept of school and being forced to study a lot and receiving tutoring was one of the things I was forced to partake in growing up. I FUCKING HATED EVERY SECOND OF IT. I hated school and tutoring. I was never the kind of kid to enjoy learning yet I was forced to endure hours of academic torture. STUDY! STUDY! STUDY! When I wanted to watch TV, use my computer and at that time play video games. I was bothered with this for most of my childhood hating every second of it. In addition to the troubles I faced in school were mostly neglected and shunned by school administrators the endless hours of tutoring and classroom study were horrible. I had literally no desire to go to school nor learn anything. I opposed this over and over again but no one listened to me. The tutor that taught me was paid $90 an hour over the course of so many years. My father paid him so much money just to bother me and force me to do stuff I fucking hate. After this motherfucking tutor of mine got married he never spoke to my family again. He only cares about his fucking wife. My father and mother fed him on so many occasions and one time my father took him on a trip to Europe as a thanks for bothering me. After this son of a bitch got married he gave my family the finger probably "you need to find someone else to bother your son." What a selfish motherfucker this guy was. What a thankless asshole he was in addition to bothering me.

Being forced to eat shit food growing up. Growing up my food intake options were very limited due to my mother and father adhering to the concept of halal and haram which is present in fucking Pakistani culture drawing upon Islamic principles of diet intake. My experience with halal and haram has been completely negative but I respect those who have had positive experiences with it. Growing up this meant I could not eat baconators Big Macs whoopers or any burgers or anything from restaurants that did not serve halal food. This was 90 percent of restaurants in the U.S.. Instead I was force fed Pakistani food which often comprises of dishes that are vegan as fuck. Especially lentils and bread. That shit is vegan as fuck. A lot of Pakistani dishes are disgusting as fuck and because of this I was starving often for a a lot of my childhood. Being very skinny. Money was not the issue it was this shitty ass concept of halal and haram. My mother and father would finally give in at times and give me food that I could actually eat and actually enjoy. Growing up whenever I saw someone eating a Big Mac or whopper my mouth would water wanting to have some but no one ever gave me.

Growing up in a Pakistani household I felt like a complete piece of shit. I felt so inferior whenever my father would proudly tell non Pakistani people about certain concept of our heritage that are so fucking inferior. He would brag proudly like a psychotic fool . A complete psychotic fool. I felt so embarrassed by it. Here he was bragging like an idiot and here I was seething with hatred, anger, envy and lot of other emotions. The envy was towards non Pakistani people who lived decent comfortable and often luxurious lives. Yet here I was living like a complete piece of shit being forced to abide by rules and customs I hated with a burning passion. Especially going to the fucking mosque.

I hated going to mosque. I hated everything about it. I hated the people who were my people but I hated them. I hated the fucking prayer sessions. I would quite often hide by the water tower near the mosque and not speak to anyone. I quite often jokingly say to my brothers who have different views on the mosque the water tower was my only friend from there. If you guys see him there tell him I said hi.

Again no offense to anyone who likes going to mosque. If you guys like going to mosque I respect that. I am just trying to describe some of my childhood experiences which negatively impacted me.

[Sustacel250]

I didnt bond with my peers either, hated my religion as well even if my religion is probably the most permissive and best of all for an incel.

I hve read your stuff and I really hope you don hate yourself. If you went online in these racially activated circles, I hope you didnt learn anything from them. These 4chan people can go deep into your skin, I knew a jewcel 16yold who believed hes "racially inferior" and I spent some months to debrainwash him.