I hate this fucking paradigm that everyone wants to push that thinks that you can be never ever be unhappy about your situation in life. As if it's the easiest thing in the universe to not be unhappy that you lost one of the most important life stages.
Everyone else has it easy because they don't have to work for positive feelings. Society helps them out every single day by including them in conversations, they've got friends that don't let them be alone, and of course a girl that can instantly make you feel better when you come back home from work drudgery.
Incels get none of that. But since we're on the bottom of the totem pole we have to somehow not be miserable despite modern society being basically perfectly engineered to make you wish you were dead if you can't cope with other people.
Already have a short fuse as it is, but just stay positive despite having to wake up early in the morning and go to a soul-sucking job, talk to people who look down on you, watch everyone else bond and have fun and connect while you can't. Then just come home, watch more people have the things you don't have, force yourself to go to a gym you don't really wanna be at and see Chads and Stacys living life on what might as well be Easy Street, then force yourself to do a 'hobby' that you don't actually like because if you don't have a fuckable hobby women will never love you, then also cook full meals every single night, because if you don't spend the time cooking and washing dishes women will also never love you, and after all of that, still not done, because then you have to spend more of your very limited time doing any number of random chores and other upkeep that only keeps you above water instead of providing you with any happiness.
Totally reasonable to suffer through all of that in exchange for absolutely nothing. You just get to cope for two hours if you're lucky with caricature women or multiplayer battle games that icks women out if they ever knew you did it, and then sleep and start the whole thing over again. You can't be mad, you can't go find people who are also suffering under the strain of pretending everything's alright and talk with them, you can't ever say that "If I had a woman, my life would be much easier to suffer through" because then you're entitled. You want the one thing that nature demands that you have to feel satisfied as a male? Entitled. You dare slack off even slightly on any one of the hundreds of things you have to keep in balance as a western man and try to look for a woman that you can enjoy being around? Entitled. You dare let any woman know that you are a flawed human being that can't perfectly soothe her every whim without ever looking awkward? Entitled.
Just put on the mask that you are a remotely happy person. Even though you know that you've been behind the 8-ball since third grade and honestly peaked in life when you were two. Even though life only gets less and less enjoyable with every year that passes. Even though you can see people like you getting laughed at and told to die for the crime of not taking all the contempt with a smile like some whipping boy. Even though you'll always be a broken toy that can't relate to any human being that felt loved in their lives, had an actual normal childhood with real memories to look back on, and had people that would miss them if they decided to take a shotgun to the head.
I would jump right off the interstate if it meant that I could start over as a normal person, hell not even that, at least as the kind of fuckup that people feel pity for and would at least pretend to care about. But nope, nature decided to be cruel, and instead of getting aborted like I should have been I get to be mentally tortured until the day those few last sparks of hope in my mind finally get snuffed out and I actually end it. A lobotomy would be a saving grace for me at this point. Just let me finally lose my sanity...
Everyone else has it easy because they don't have to work for positive feelings. Society helps them out every single day by including them in conversations, they've got friends that don't let them be alone, and of course a girl that can instantly make you feel better when you come back home from work drudgery.
Incels get none of that. But since we're on the bottom of the totem pole we have to somehow not be miserable despite modern society being basically perfectly engineered to make you wish you were dead if you can't cope with other people.
Already have a short fuse as it is, but just stay positive despite having to wake up early in the morning and go to a soul-sucking job, talk to people who look down on you, watch everyone else bond and have fun and connect while you can't. Then just come home, watch more people have the things you don't have, force yourself to go to a gym you don't really wanna be at and see Chads and Stacys living life on what might as well be Easy Street, then force yourself to do a 'hobby' that you don't actually like because if you don't have a fuckable hobby women will never love you, then also cook full meals every single night, because if you don't spend the time cooking and washing dishes women will also never love you, and after all of that, still not done, because then you have to spend more of your very limited time doing any number of random chores and other upkeep that only keeps you above water instead of providing you with any happiness.
Totally reasonable to suffer through all of that in exchange for absolutely nothing. You just get to cope for two hours if you're lucky with caricature women or multiplayer battle games that icks women out if they ever knew you did it, and then sleep and start the whole thing over again. You can't be mad, you can't go find people who are also suffering under the strain of pretending everything's alright and talk with them, you can't ever say that "If I had a woman, my life would be much easier to suffer through" because then you're entitled. You want the one thing that nature demands that you have to feel satisfied as a male? Entitled. You dare slack off even slightly on any one of the hundreds of things you have to keep in balance as a western man and try to look for a woman that you can enjoy being around? Entitled. You dare let any woman know that you are a flawed human being that can't perfectly soothe her every whim without ever looking awkward? Entitled.
Just put on the mask that you are a remotely happy person. Even though you know that you've been behind the 8-ball since third grade and honestly peaked in life when you were two. Even though life only gets less and less enjoyable with every year that passes. Even though you can see people like you getting laughed at and told to die for the crime of not taking all the contempt with a smile like some whipping boy. Even though you'll always be a broken toy that can't relate to any human being that felt loved in their lives, had an actual normal childhood with real memories to look back on, and had people that would miss them if they decided to take a shotgun to the head.
I would jump right off the interstate if it meant that I could start over as a normal person, hell not even that, at least as the kind of fuckup that people feel pity for and would at least pretend to care about. But nope, nature decided to be cruel, and instead of getting aborted like I should have been I get to be mentally tortured until the day those few last sparks of hope in my mind finally get snuffed out and I actually end it. A lobotomy would be a saving grace for me at this point. Just let me finally lose my sanity...
