''Mitchell said I am a nice guy and precisely for the same reason, she wants me to keep her updated - probably when she wants to settle, she wants me. I mean, i can see it in her eyes, she herself don't know that she would choose me, so I didn't try to eek it out .. not very polite to put a woman in that situation, you know.... ''
Frencels here would already be reacting with that cringe pepe expression, so I stop.
Telling lies to oneself so well that it is believed to be a truth - garnished with some soy vocabulary of {maybe, probably, not gonna lie, etc} - is a powerful cope. The delusion is much more perfect- you don't distinguish from chad, you are Chad yourself in that fantasy world of yours.
In other words, COPE. When your (self) awareness levels surpass a threshold (beyond which you cannot unsee what women really are; therefore all notions of romance and love cease to exist), it isn't much of a load to your brain to see why everything (else) is a cope.
Cope is a powerful drug. It keeps you going - when you are young, that delusion - maybe Mitchell will have some feelings for me next weekend - takes you away from gazing into the abyss of the black pill. And happiness as Normans say is just that - a life where you put your intelligence into wageslaving and that 6 or 7 figure income - and not on the male-female dynamic to dig deep into and arrive at conclusions.
The point is you are happy in this world as long as you are Chad or a beta in orbit(s) or that IT waiting for his Mitchell to arrive while also coping through activism - online and offline.
This is why I told my therapist - I stopped examining whether I am happy. I was asked to expand on that but I don't want to sperg on the black pill - of attraction, sex, being desired, dopamine etc. Therapy works for the aforementioned normans who accidentally slipped out of their routines or copes, but not for incels who either through their expansive (through forums like this, or by his own objective conclusions) thinking or through bitter experiences of facing rejections till the ego death have arrived at the point of no return. Remember the last scene of Joker(2019) where he says his therapist ''You won't understand?''
A therapists job is just that - to push those falling out back into the norman cycle- with or without prozac- either into a real human experience or the state of delusion that Mitchell will one day remember him.
Sometimes I wonder whether forums like this are doing good or bad for the sub-human species. To be in a state of delusion so as to be unaware of all these flaws within the human lives and therefore still have the capacity to be genuinely happy OR to value bitter truths over the lies and (self) deception and be eternally unhappy because you are starting to come to terms that you are and will be truly alone for the rest of your life.
Mom still does that ''you are not that bad, don't judge yourself harshly'' talk. Earlier I would argue with points but now I feel sorry for her - I see that she is only trying to do the same job the therapist is paid to do - the entire world including her is aligned one way while it is me who is standing odd. It is only for this reason I don't want to ram into the oncoming truck on the highway - I don't want them dad and mom to watch my deformed dead body. My existence itself is pain for them but I could save them from that additional pain.
Copes work only as long as you don't realize you aren't coping. Music, movies, porn, games, travel.. all seems pointless, at times.
Typed a lot, I guess. I will stop here.
Frencels here would already be reacting with that cringe pepe expression, so I stop.
Telling lies to oneself so well that it is believed to be a truth - garnished with some soy vocabulary of {maybe, probably, not gonna lie, etc} - is a powerful cope. The delusion is much more perfect- you don't distinguish from chad, you are Chad yourself in that fantasy world of yours.
In other words, COPE. When your (self) awareness levels surpass a threshold (beyond which you cannot unsee what women really are; therefore all notions of romance and love cease to exist), it isn't much of a load to your brain to see why everything (else) is a cope.
Cope is a powerful drug. It keeps you going - when you are young, that delusion - maybe Mitchell will have some feelings for me next weekend - takes you away from gazing into the abyss of the black pill. And happiness as Normans say is just that - a life where you put your intelligence into wageslaving and that 6 or 7 figure income - and not on the male-female dynamic to dig deep into and arrive at conclusions.
The point is you are happy in this world as long as you are Chad or a beta in orbit(s) or that IT waiting for his Mitchell to arrive while also coping through activism - online and offline.
This is why I told my therapist - I stopped examining whether I am happy. I was asked to expand on that but I don't want to sperg on the black pill - of attraction, sex, being desired, dopamine etc. Therapy works for the aforementioned normans who accidentally slipped out of their routines or copes, but not for incels who either through their expansive (through forums like this, or by his own objective conclusions) thinking or through bitter experiences of facing rejections till the ego death have arrived at the point of no return. Remember the last scene of Joker(2019) where he says his therapist ''You won't understand?''
A therapists job is just that - to push those falling out back into the norman cycle- with or without prozac- either into a real human experience or the state of delusion that Mitchell will one day remember him.
Sometimes I wonder whether forums like this are doing good or bad for the sub-human species. To be in a state of delusion so as to be unaware of all these flaws within the human lives and therefore still have the capacity to be genuinely happy OR to value bitter truths over the lies and (self) deception and be eternally unhappy because you are starting to come to terms that you are and will be truly alone for the rest of your life.
Mom still does that ''you are not that bad, don't judge yourself harshly'' talk. Earlier I would argue with points but now I feel sorry for her - I see that she is only trying to do the same job the therapist is paid to do - the entire world including her is aligned one way while it is me who is standing odd. It is only for this reason I don't want to ram into the oncoming truck on the highway - I don't want them dad and mom to watch my deformed dead body. My existence itself is pain for them but I could save them from that additional pain.
Copes work only as long as you don't realize you aren't coping. Music, movies, porn, games, travel.. all seems pointless, at times.
Typed a lot, I guess. I will stop here.
tldr
