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Inspired by the graduation topic a few hours ago.
What were, in hindsight, the most suicifuel inducing, defining incel moments of your life?
For me it were always the grand transition moments, from elementary school to middle school, middle school to high school, high school to uni, uni to graduate school, grad school to work life. Moments where you make up the balance in life and are forced to reflect. Like on a graduation day.
Because these moments in your life force to reflect on the shit time you had in comparison to Chad peers, normie peers and even low tier normies..., the age appropriate life stepping stones you completely failed to ascend and the scarring mental notes you make of these little catastrophes.
No healthy best friendship achievement unlocked, no friend group achievement unlocked, no first kiss achievement unlocked, no first GF achievement unlocked, no loss of V-card achievement unlocked... in the end all those little catastrophes accumulate and become an ever growing invisible lead cross to bear. Weighing you down wherever you go.
In the beginning you terracope with 'ah shucks, it's okay, I am going to a new place now, to a new city, I can try again, maybe things will be better there' but in reality things never change. Alas, you always bring the old you with his failo trackrecord with you. As a result you just get further behind.
Additionally, when the relatively careless, solitary summer is over and you are filled with little glimmers of hope, hope of change, hope of a little ascension, you arrive at said new place of human endeavour, you attempt to integrate yourself in the novel society and once again... the great social sort happens in the first 2 to 3 months and you end up on the bottom. Again. Or worse: outcast once more.
The recurring experiences of having to reflect on abject failure in the beginning of summer while others celebrate, followed by a ritual crushing of hope during the end of autumn every few years or so are what inceldom is about for me. More so than a desire of sex or whatever.
Anyone recognize this?
What were, in hindsight, the most suicifuel inducing, defining incel moments of your life?
For me it were always the grand transition moments, from elementary school to middle school, middle school to high school, high school to uni, uni to graduate school, grad school to work life. Moments where you make up the balance in life and are forced to reflect. Like on a graduation day.
Because these moments in your life force to reflect on the shit time you had in comparison to Chad peers, normie peers and even low tier normies..., the age appropriate life stepping stones you completely failed to ascend and the scarring mental notes you make of these little catastrophes.
No healthy best friendship achievement unlocked, no friend group achievement unlocked, no first kiss achievement unlocked, no first GF achievement unlocked, no loss of V-card achievement unlocked... in the end all those little catastrophes accumulate and become an ever growing invisible lead cross to bear. Weighing you down wherever you go.
In the beginning you terracope with 'ah shucks, it's okay, I am going to a new place now, to a new city, I can try again, maybe things will be better there' but in reality things never change. Alas, you always bring the old you with his failo trackrecord with you. As a result you just get further behind.
Additionally, when the relatively careless, solitary summer is over and you are filled with little glimmers of hope, hope of change, hope of a little ascension, you arrive at said new place of human endeavour, you attempt to integrate yourself in the novel society and once again... the great social sort happens in the first 2 to 3 months and you end up on the bottom. Again. Or worse: outcast once more.
The recurring experiences of having to reflect on abject failure in the beginning of summer while others celebrate, followed by a ritual crushing of hope during the end of autumn every few years or so are what inceldom is about for me. More so than a desire of sex or whatever.
Anyone recognize this?
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