There is nothing, and I mean literally nothing in this world that's worth a single shit other than sex and intimacy. The idea of "coping" is already contradictory as you won't ever be able to cope with being a worthless lonely incel. It's like trying to cope with not having lungs, not having arms and legs or eyes and ears or telling kids in africa to cope with not having food.
I absolutely LOATHE the idea of copes, it's belittling. As if there's anything that could ever make this life less terrible. Also it implies there is something else besides sex in this world, but there isn't. You exist only and solely to have sex. Your entire body is engineered around having sex. Your brain craves nothing but food and sex. Everything that's ever been built or invented was to help society have sex. Everything any man has ever wanted in the history of humanity was sex.
Every single second of a sexless life is torture. You can be high on booze and weed, lay on the couch and watch your favorite show, inside you are still tortured and rotten, you decay every single second that passes in another day as a low life low status virgin. You can meditate, you can dive into obscure hobbies, you can try to live a mostly normal life, make money, buy a house, whatever. It won't save anything. There are no copes, there is nothing that makes life more bearable. We suffer when we cry, we suffer when we laugh. We suffer while at work, we suffer while drunk on vacation. We suffer in a tent under a bridge, we suffer in a mansion. You cannot ever not suffer while being an incel. You cannot ever have fulfillment or joy while being an incel. It is impossible, it is definitional. To be an incel is to suffer and decay every single second, every day, every month, until you die.
I absolutely LOATHE the idea of copes, it's belittling. As if there's anything that could ever make this life less terrible. Also it implies there is something else besides sex in this world, but there isn't. You exist only and solely to have sex. Your entire body is engineered around having sex. Your brain craves nothing but food and sex. Everything that's ever been built or invented was to help society have sex. Everything any man has ever wanted in the history of humanity was sex.
Every single second of a sexless life is torture. You can be high on booze and weed, lay on the couch and watch your favorite show, inside you are still tortured and rotten, you decay every single second that passes in another day as a low life low status virgin. You can meditate, you can dive into obscure hobbies, you can try to live a mostly normal life, make money, buy a house, whatever. It won't save anything. There are no copes, there is nothing that makes life more bearable. We suffer when we cry, we suffer when we laugh. We suffer while at work, we suffer while drunk on vacation. We suffer in a tent under a bridge, we suffer in a mansion. You cannot ever not suffer while being an incel. You cannot ever have fulfillment or joy while being an incel. It is impossible, it is definitional. To be an incel is to suffer and decay every single second, every day, every month, until you die.
