As an incel and a sigma (not a brag), I never ever become intimate with my pillow or any other objects. When it's time for me to go to sleep, I dont think about my inceldom. My mind is preoccupied in other things. In bed, I usually think about what I'm going to cook for breakfast, what hw assignments I have to turn soon, what stocks I will be investing, and so on. I have been tortured by my inceldom for so long that iv'e reached a point where I don't even care about experiencing love, intimacy, affection, and sex. I'm burnt out from the venting, ranting, crying, and unrealistic fantasies that I had back then. Honestly, i feel a lot better when I'm not thinking about my inceldom. It's not even a cope, Im already used to the Incel life. My process of getting used to the Incel life is like a person from a hot environment migrating to a cold environment and becoming used to the cold weather. The person from the hot environment is no longer affected by the cold environment because his body developed a tolerance for the cold weather.
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