This year, unless the world suddenly goes to shit or some horrific accident befalls me, I'll be 38. That's rather old for a member of this forum. Though I understand there's a couple of guys on here in their 40s or even 50s, the vast majority of you seem to be in your 20s.
Speaking as the oldtimer that I am, my advice to the younger guys is simply to stay alive, even if barely. If there's no absolutely urgent reason to rope, just try to cope. I won't sugarcoat things by saying that it'll all get better. Your life, unless you miraculously ascend, probably won't improve in any meaningful sense. However (and this is my main point), as you grow older and survive into your mid-to-late 30s, the emotional fallout from inceldom tends to become a bit more manageable. At least it has for me. Of course everyone's situation in life is different, but from my (admittedly limited) interactions with other older incels, I've been able to gather that for most men the experience of inceldom does tend to lose its sharpest edge with time.
There are other things in life besides sex and romance. I'm not saying that to denigrate anyone's pain or sense of bereavement. Feeling pain and grief, or anger even, are totally understandable and legitimate reactions to the experience of long-term inceldom. I simply mean it as a statement of fact. As the years pass me by, I've dived deeper and deeper into my many copes: reading widely and deeply, growing my collection of movies and tv-series, composing music, chess, cookery etc. Taken together, all these copes almost amount to a satisfying sort of existence.
My perception of my own inceldom is nowadays fluent and ambivalent. On the one hand, inceldom has been an absolutely devastating thing for me to experience, both emotionally and spiritually. No denying that. Not only shall I, in all likelihood, remain a physical cripple for the rest of my life, but due to my inceldom I'll remain a sociosexual cripple as well. Rollo Tomassi, PUA grifting bastard that he is, was quite right in saying that lacking the female touch in a man's life is like having a limb amputated. In pushing that apt metaphor a bit further, all I can say is that the acute pain of having your leg sawn off eventually passes. You will still feel occasional phantom pains and all sorts of other inconveniences in your daily life, of course. It's just that, eventually, you learn to live with it. Inceldom, unless you ascend, will always be there. But it will be in the background most of the time, instead of the constant foreground item that it once was.
Finally I'd like to say — take care, all you supreme gentlemen. I wish you the best. This will be my final post on here, at least for the time being.
Speaking as the oldtimer that I am, my advice to the younger guys is simply to stay alive, even if barely. If there's no absolutely urgent reason to rope, just try to cope. I won't sugarcoat things by saying that it'll all get better. Your life, unless you miraculously ascend, probably won't improve in any meaningful sense. However (and this is my main point), as you grow older and survive into your mid-to-late 30s, the emotional fallout from inceldom tends to become a bit more manageable. At least it has for me. Of course everyone's situation in life is different, but from my (admittedly limited) interactions with other older incels, I've been able to gather that for most men the experience of inceldom does tend to lose its sharpest edge with time.
There are other things in life besides sex and romance. I'm not saying that to denigrate anyone's pain or sense of bereavement. Feeling pain and grief, or anger even, are totally understandable and legitimate reactions to the experience of long-term inceldom. I simply mean it as a statement of fact. As the years pass me by, I've dived deeper and deeper into my many copes: reading widely and deeply, growing my collection of movies and tv-series, composing music, chess, cookery etc. Taken together, all these copes almost amount to a satisfying sort of existence.
My perception of my own inceldom is nowadays fluent and ambivalent. On the one hand, inceldom has been an absolutely devastating thing for me to experience, both emotionally and spiritually. No denying that. Not only shall I, in all likelihood, remain a physical cripple for the rest of my life, but due to my inceldom I'll remain a sociosexual cripple as well. Rollo Tomassi, PUA grifting bastard that he is, was quite right in saying that lacking the female touch in a man's life is like having a limb amputated. In pushing that apt metaphor a bit further, all I can say is that the acute pain of having your leg sawn off eventually passes. You will still feel occasional phantom pains and all sorts of other inconveniences in your daily life, of course. It's just that, eventually, you learn to live with it. Inceldom, unless you ascend, will always be there. But it will be in the background most of the time, instead of the constant foreground item that it once was.
Finally I'd like to say — take care, all you supreme gentlemen. I wish you the best. This will be my final post on here, at least for the time being.
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