Eerie is a good way to describe it. It almost gets creepy sometimes.
Bluepill copium
True it feels like nothing is real
How he felt writing this:
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No it's not that. What you said is retarded too. No, this user above is actually a faggot who sperged out at me calling a tranny ugly.
Ah, my bad then. But regardless, I still stand by my previous point. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that it's a good thing to be incel, nor am I saying that we should just accept what happens to us, but I really don't like seeing other incels just refuse to even do anything else with their life. It only exacerbates the issue, no? At least, that's just how I view it.
It's hard to do anything in life when you're dead inside.
It's like one of those dreams where you're just wandering around in an abandoned mall or something. It feels like moving through a fog, trying to find your way to a destination you don't even know. There's no respite from a life of loneliness. We're born alone and die alone.
Same here. I love my father, the only person who loved me in this Hideous world.
Damn, sorry about that. I hope he makes a full recovery soon. I don't know what I'll do without my father.
Thanks bro. My mother and father were among the only people who ever truly cared. I'd miss my father a lot because we did all kinds of stuff together. We just saw the cancer doctor today and he told my father that it's stage 2 cancer. My father would only live 6 more months without treatment but might live a little over a year if he gets chemotherapy treatment and possibly surgery. We talked it over and my father wants to try a few treatments and see how it goes. If it doesn't hurt him too much, he will try the treatments. If it's too bad, he will just try to make the most of his remaining time. Hopefully it goes well and he doesn't suffer much either way. I hate to see my father in such pain. Right now, his back pain from the cancer is awful, but he is going to get a nerve numbing treatment in a few weeks to stop the back pain.
I agree partially on these points. I still find a lot of joy in life. Reading a good book, being out in nature, just watching the world go by. But there is a limit to happiness in day to day activities. If no one is sharing your feelings, if no one is there to pester you on a bad day and get you out of bed, life becomes difficult. That is simply the truth. As with "the use in being so negative all the time" there is none. It is just that there really aren't many positive things to say when you are an incel. Me sharing my day to day experience is not "being so negative all the time", it is just that there isn't much positive to say unless you want me to make posts about hearing the birds sing and the leaves rustle. I would say that my life is happy most of the time, free from deep sadness, but sometimes the lingering loneliness rises up to the surface, and when I am reminded of it, that is when I feel incapacitated. I guess my pain could be summarized with this: No one will cry with me when I lose a loved one. No one will laugh with me when I find something funny. No one will smile as I achieve a goal. No one will be affected by my suffering. I am left to feel everything alone. My sentiments will forever be confined to a solitary blip in the universe, received by no one.
Yes I feel the same. You describe life as a spectator which is accurate. I also describe my life like an animal; I eat sleep and shit, but no genuine normal human relationships or interactions.
