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I joined the old braincels reddit just to look around.
maybe to make fun of the incels or maybe morbid curiosity i don't know but i kept visiting, kept reading for some reason. I thought but there was some truth to what was being said (even if i didn't know it at the time)
I kept seeing roastie behavior reflected in real life, afbb, THE WALL etc i was disgusted with cucks and simps and of course the old enemy inceltears,
they say tragedy breeds the best comedy and boy could you guys shitpost and it didn't get any darker and more offensive than yours. offending juuuust the right people, remember the app that removed makeup? haha i had many laughs watching roasties seethe and rage and you couldn't even make fun of the incel, he already hates himself and he hates you too.
dark comedy with a twist of offensive truth, beautiful really. this was back before it became sterilized and fed to the masses....a greypill of sorts.
however this didn't come with downsides, I began to isolate myself in my room more and more as i discovered terms and ways women found a man attractive or rather ways i was a subhuman. everytime i realed something i would quickly check the mirror, negative cantal tilt, prey eyes, big forehead, hip to waist ratio, height, weight, jaw, voice, hands, wrist, on and on and on and on...i was fucked and i hated myself, but the blackpill was truth and all truth hurts painfully often the more it hurts the more true it is.
this became relevant for me as i would become uneasy around my sisters and every time i saw them i would be reminded of the blackpill. i was conflicted, on one hand i loved them my eldest raised me for 5 years when my mom was hospitalized after my birth and they always had my back but on the other they committed the "crime" of being born female
my throat was torn from trying to swallow this pill.
and the blackpill was hard to swallow but once i had seen it well..im sure you know very well i couldn't go back.
a few years later i got a notification about some database being compromised and my password being unsafe i decided i might aswell change it before i go to sleep and as i scrolled down to find the right autofill a name pops up.
incels.is
my mind quickly became flodded with memes, users, , scientific articles, suicide notes, memories, community..
brotherhood.
i decided to roam around my old account. huh, never made a post, guess i lived up to my name.
(side note :I thought about the blackpill and decided it is correct in its assessment of hypergamy and other related topics pertaining to interpersonal sexual relationships and I appreciated the cold hard truth? cynicism? in a world which likes to comfort and lie to keep men slaves of their desires and naivety, I fundamentally disagree with the blackpills conclusion of ldar and find it to be not only incorrect and defeatist but inherently feminine.)
ill just disable my account... disabling reason? why yes i would like to sit and write for an hour instead of sleeping. and here we are.
by the way it just occurred to me, do you think maybe we would've saved lives if we didn't always tell young men to kill themselves? I guess you would retort by saying life isn't worth the pain of being an inkwell. who knows. maybe I don't want to know. rest in peace to those who passed and thanks for the camaraderie.
goodbye.
maybe to make fun of the incels or maybe morbid curiosity i don't know but i kept visiting, kept reading for some reason. I thought but there was some truth to what was being said (even if i didn't know it at the time)
I kept seeing roastie behavior reflected in real life, afbb, THE WALL etc i was disgusted with cucks and simps and of course the old enemy inceltears,
they say tragedy breeds the best comedy and boy could you guys shitpost and it didn't get any darker and more offensive than yours. offending juuuust the right people, remember the app that removed makeup? haha i had many laughs watching roasties seethe and rage and you couldn't even make fun of the incel, he already hates himself and he hates you too.
dark comedy with a twist of offensive truth, beautiful really. this was back before it became sterilized and fed to the masses....a greypill of sorts.
however this didn't come with downsides, I began to isolate myself in my room more and more as i discovered terms and ways women found a man attractive or rather ways i was a subhuman. everytime i realed something i would quickly check the mirror, negative cantal tilt, prey eyes, big forehead, hip to waist ratio, height, weight, jaw, voice, hands, wrist, on and on and on and on...i was fucked and i hated myself, but the blackpill was truth and all truth hurts painfully often the more it hurts the more true it is.
this became relevant for me as i would become uneasy around my sisters and every time i saw them i would be reminded of the blackpill. i was conflicted, on one hand i loved them my eldest raised me for 5 years when my mom was hospitalized after my birth and they always had my back but on the other they committed the "crime" of being born female
my throat was torn from trying to swallow this pill.
and the blackpill was hard to swallow but once i had seen it well..im sure you know very well i couldn't go back.
a few years later i got a notification about some database being compromised and my password being unsafe i decided i might aswell change it before i go to sleep and as i scrolled down to find the right autofill a name pops up.
incels.is
my mind quickly became flodded with memes, users, , scientific articles, suicide notes, memories, community..
brotherhood.
i decided to roam around my old account. huh, never made a post, guess i lived up to my name.
(side note :I thought about the blackpill and decided it is correct in its assessment of hypergamy and other related topics pertaining to interpersonal sexual relationships and I appreciated the cold hard truth? cynicism? in a world which likes to comfort and lie to keep men slaves of their desires and naivety, I fundamentally disagree with the blackpills conclusion of ldar and find it to be not only incorrect and defeatist but inherently feminine.)
ill just disable my account... disabling reason? why yes i would like to sit and write for an hour instead of sleeping. and here we are.
by the way it just occurred to me, do you think maybe we would've saved lives if we didn't always tell young men to kill themselves? I guess you would retort by saying life isn't worth the pain of being an inkwell. who knows. maybe I don't want to know. rest in peace to those who passed and thanks for the camaraderie.
goodbye.