What was the most beta thing you’ve ever done?

One time on the train I overheard a couple who were going too feed their dog some truffles (Obv too stupid to know chocolate is toxic for them, cunts.)

I wanted to speak up so badly but I didn't want to look like an autistic wierdo so I just kept my head down.
Sorry potentially dead dog. I'm part of the problem.
If it makes you feel better, a dog would have to eat a WHOLE lot of chocolate to do that. I remember it's like a third of their weight.
 
Attempted to suppress my emotions to convey an illusion of strength and stoicism. Years later I realized how beta I truly was, altering my personality and mind to ignore what was natural to appear stronger to others. A true chad feels what he feels, and he feels them 200% because he knows that the heart is the strongest muscle there is.
 
Not trying to enforce the rule of "please just go back to your social circle" with an ex. I thought it was understood at that point. My social circle was way better than hers and I was gone a lot, so I can't blame her, but she also came from a rich family and with modern thinking I can actually blame her for taking liberties and culturally appropriating my friends*.

I'm not a spiteful cunt, I'm a spiteful righteous class warrior cunt!

*they're still my, but not hers, friends.
 
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Since most of you have been good sports, here’s (one of) mine:

Some years back, I had a date with my girlfriend (now ex) and she told me she had gone somewhere with her ex.

Here's the beta thing: I didn't get mad at her.

I can't explain why. It seems so weird to me, looking back on it.
Maybe the relationship itself was so meaningless and disposable that you didn't really care.
 
Maybe the relationship itself was so meaningless and disposable that you didn't really care.

That would make sense, but it bothered me a long time after she dumped me. Probably a case of that I was more attached to the idea of dating than I was to the individual.

TBH, I made this thread because I remembered that, and then it opened up a floodgate of other memories that made me realize how beta I was without realizing it.

I will cry like a bitch when I watch movies if a scene is sad enough.

It’s not like I’m an authority on masculinity, but I don’t view crying itself as being a problem. Pre-Victorian societies didn’t. Crying in response to tragedy (fictional or real) is a good thing. For me, crying to sad music (mostly about war) is an experience I treasure.

I don’t cry in public, though.

 
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I get high and bingewatch YT videos of puppies/kittens doing funny things.

I was 100% justified to shoot a nigger who tried to mug me in alleyway with a large steak knife, and I didn't. nobody would have ever known who shot him and I didn't pull the trigger. I jumped in my car chased him down the street like an animal when he knew he braught a knife to gun fight and started to run, at least I put the fear of god into him.
 
That would make sense, but it bothered me a long time after she dumped me. Probably a case of that I was more attached to the idea of dating than I was to the individual.

TBH, I made this thread because I remembered that, and then it opened up a floodgate of other memories that made me realize how beta I was without realizing it.
It just seems like you're judging your past actions based on other people's standards.
 
Attempted to suppress my emotions to convey an illusion of strength and stoicism. Years later I realized how beta I truly was, altering my personality and mind to ignore what was natural to appear stronger to others. A true chad feels what he feels, and he feels them 200% because he knows that the heart is the strongest muscle there is.
I did the opposite on a youth forum and got so much pussy from it. Oh anon you're so considerate. The beta part is a bombshell redhead after several weeks going "By saying I'm wet I actually meant you're making me horny". She lived 20 mins away or so, and I just went "Oh? haha" and kept going.

Could've had a ginger toy. :(
 
punching and clewing a girl because she made fun of me. i regret it and makes me cringe everytime i remember it.

just remembered another one. me and my friends (one was a girl) where watching a movie when the two of them started making out and i just sat there keep watching the movie. my mother even walked in and told me too leave them alone.
 
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Once when I was walking down the sidewalk I looked away from an oncoming pedestrian only for him to stop me and remind me he was my neighbor who I regularly talked to at the time. We had a nice conversation but I was embarassed at my total inability to fucking pay attention.

This was before I ever started drinking, by the way.
 
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